Pregnancy Headcannons - Simon Basset

Oranges || Chris Bang

⇢ summary: there was one person you never though you would trust your life with: your brother’s best friend. however all of that changes when a certain confession is revealed.

⇢ requested: can you make a stray kids bang chan smut where the reader is 3 years younger than chan (so the reader is 18 years old, legal age) and the reader likes chan but believes he doesn’t like her back cause the age difference, so she starts to avoid him and he gets annoyed. he then confronts her and happy ending.

⇢ genre: angst; fluff; smut; one shot

⇢ word count: 2270

⇢ warnings: mentions of dugs and alcohol; swearing; fluff; light smut (brief car smut, pet names)

⇢ note: i’m super duper sorry this took forever. i hope you enjoy it though. 

Ever since you were little, you hated your brother with a burning passion. You never has the confidence to yell at him for all the wrongs he made you go through, since he was the only family you had. You were afraid of leaving, because that mean being all alone in a world filled with torture and pain.

Since your elder brother was in charge of you, you had to listen to whatever he said. As well, you had to hang out with his friends practically everyday after school. You’re house was the safe haven for his crackhead friends, which you never really cared for. However, there was one who intrigued you since the very beginning. His name, Chris Bang, however everyone called him Chan.

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Tape 69 (M)

Title: Tape 69  Pairing: Yugyeom x Reader
 Genre: Smut
 Words:
 3249 Summary: When your boyfriend tells you he still has that one video of you two having wild drunk sex, you decide to watch it again. 
 Warning: Explicit, Oral sex, butt-fingering, strong language. I don’t know what happened to me.


Kink - Mixophilia: a kink related to watching yourself having sex. Recording sex and mirrors are two ways to enjoy this kink.

Written for The Kink Chronicles, a collaboration with @parkhabits. 

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Tape 69 “Do you promise not to get mad?”

You groan. Why do you hear that so often? Why is Yugyeom so down for trouble that he spends half of his life on the verge of being murdered?

You love your boyfriend although you find yourself questioning whether he has a death wish or not. The latter comes back from his room, his hair a mess. Yugyeom had just moved out of his parents’ house and was still trying to sort his belongings while you were decorating the living-room. Yugyeom is a minimalistic person, he can live with a few colours and plain walls.

But this place is so depressing.

You readjust the lamp, turning it on to check the lightning effects. “What is it?” You continue, trying to focus on your task. You couldn’t count the number of stupid things he already did, and you wouldn’t even be surprised if he had stuck something up his nostrils in a moment of overconfidence.

Yugyeom shifts, getting closer to get your attention. He knows you won’t like it. “Remember that one time we were drunk…my parents were away and we crashed at my house…” he stops, gauging your level or irritability upon realising what he is talking about.

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Polar Opposites

Summary: You and Jasper are so different yet you work so well

Warnings: fluff, craziness, chaos, fire

Reader: Gender Neutral

Pairings: Jasper Hale x Gender Neutral Reader

Word Count: 883

A/n: Requested by Anon: What about a Jasper Hale x fem reader where she’s like a chaotic pyromaniac? I feel like it’d be funny to read about someone so calm like Jasper to be with someone so chaotic… Ok, so this turned out to be really short but I hope you like it, I struggled more than I thought I would but I think it’s still good! ALSO I wrote this with the reader as a female in mind but there’s no pronouns so 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

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You found it poetic that the thing you loved most in the world ended up being the thing that caused your end. It wasn’t a person that captured your heart or a cause that your life was devoted to. It was fire. Literally a burning flame.

When you were little you remember sitting by the fireplace that was used to keep your home warm. You’d sit in front of the flames and stare at them for hours. You’d watch the wood turn to ash and the light flicker off the walls. You thought it was more beautiful than the sunset and more powerful than the winds that demolished your village.

You became obsessed with the flame. It was beautiful and it consumed everything within it’s reach. One day you just so happened to be it’s victim. Only instead of being consumed you survived.

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Demetri X Reader

Warnings: Smut, talking about smut that leads up to smut!

Intoxicate Me

  Your best ability was getting along with everyone, you even got along with Tory and that's saying a lot. You weren't overly popular but you getting along with everyone pretty much made you well known in school.

  Your boyfriend, Demetri definitely was not the easiest to get along with. Yeah he was nice, but he could talk way to much and over complicate things.

He could also tend to over smart people, which from the bully's point of view they hate. It was as normal as any other day for you, school being the first.

You didn't dislike school but sometimes it could be annoying and Demetri would help you get through the day. Ever since Eli, Demetri's best friend joined Cobra Kai and became Hawk; Demetri only really had you around and he intended to keep that, but sometimes he did get very insecure.

Like today, you noticed how Demetri was acting towards you. He was very distant and if he said anything to you it was just a mumble of words or something. It honestly made you feel hurt, you knew there had to be a reason for his behavior because nobody does something for nothing.

It was now your last class, which you had with Demetri. You walked in the room, your eyes immediately landing on Demetri. Your seat was right beside him, you hesitated at first but then decided you could not; not sit with your adorable boyfriend.

It wasn't unusual to see Demetri here before most other students, I mean the teacher wasn't even in yet. I checked the clock and giggled at the fact that he was indeed 15 minutes early.

Demetri looked up at the familiar sound, you slowly walk over to the seat next to him; allowing him to have time to tell you if he didn't want you to sit beside him. He never spoke, just kept his eyes on you following your every move.

"Hey, early bird" You joke, trying to enlighten the mood.

A small forced small makes his way across his lips, making you internally frown. "Demetri.... I don't want to sound pushy, but what's wrong?" You ask worried.

He sighs "I don't want to talk about it right now" He discards.

You nod your head, understandingly "okay... well hey um you can come over to my house; after school- and we can maybe watch Harry Potter?" You question, trying to stir the tension.

He just simply nods his head a yes before slouching in his seat, you doing the same as you both wait for the teacher to arrive first.

  Throughout the course of the class, you couldn't focus on what the teacher was saying. You were to busy focused on your boyfriend and taking side glances at him. Some were admiring glances, some were worried glances, and some were- not so innocent glances and thoughts.

  Though one thing you were thankful for was that the class only lasted for 45 minutes and that time passed by in a flash. Soon the bell rung, kids scrambled to grab there belongings and rushed out of school; tired.

  You however waited with Demetri while he gently put everything neatly in his bag. Purposely rummaging in your back pack for; nothing.

  You got up and walked in-front of Demetri's desk after he zipped up his back pack you took it and slung it around your shoulder, holding your hand out for him to take.

  It was a couple seconds before he took your hand, those couple seconds he stood staring at your hand debating on if he should take it.

  Finally he decided, and slipped his hand in yours intertwining your hands together. You both walked to your car, Demetri texted his mom minutes previously that he was staying the night at yours which she agreed to.

  You say both your back packs in the back seat of your car as Demetri got in the passenger side and you cranked up your car.

  Not going to lie, the ride was awkward. Usually you both would talk about Harry Potter until you both got to your house. Instead Demetri sat his arm on the door and rested his head on top.

  You didn't want to push anything so you stayed silent until you reached your house. You decided to leave your backpacks in the car since you'll both just go to school tomorrow and it would be easier access.

  You walk into your house, leading Demetri in the kitchen to grab a bunch of snacks for your Harry Potter marathon. You both walked in your room and you placed the snacks on your bedside table and turned to Demetri who stood there awkwardly.

  You place your hands in your back pocket; a nervous habit you found yourself doing as you slowly walked in-front of Demetri grabbing his hand and leading him to your bed.

  He sat criss-cross-apple sauce next to you as you did the same, getting comfortable, you moved to sit in front of him. Both your legs touching "will you talk to me? Please" You beg softly.

  "I just feel like you could do better than... than this!" He says making hand gestures down his body.

  You furrow your eyebrows "what do you mean?" You ask genuinely confused, because to you he was beautiful.

  "My Physics is not the best looking, not the strongest! I'm not in Cobra Kai, and I certainly don't have abs! I'm not as strong and I'm a loser!- But you, you are beautiful and I don't understand why you're with me!" Demetri starts pouring out his heart, almost breaking down.

  "Demetri... no, no, no baby. Don't think like that-" You start to say before he interrupts you.

  "How can I not? When I'm nothing but a- lizard-" He starts before shaking his head "-uh sorry wrong animal" he says as you giggle placing your hands on his cheeks, straddling his waist.

  "Demetri please don't think like that, you are perfect for me. You're my person and you're very much handsome" You praise as his breathing catches in his throat.

  The closeness and how you were rubbing up against him was not helping "but I'm n-not as experienced" He says gulping.

  You furrow your eyebrows confused at first until he speaks up "Come on Y/n, what do you call a nun in a wheelchair... Virgin Mobile that's what I am" he says seriously before squinting his eyes at his own joke in confusion.

  You couldn't help but giggle at that dumb yet corny joke you have never heard before. None the less you run your finger over the bottom of his lip "that makes you even more perfect for me" You say almost seductively, as you came back down from your fit of giggles.

  Demetri's eyes widen at that comment "are- are you? Have you done-?" He questions being careful with his words, trying to forget about that awful joke.

  You sigh "I have, once though. So no I'm not a virgin" You mumble.

  He gulps "o-oh um would you want to be Mobile-ness?" Demetri asks, cranking up another joke.

  You smirk almost, as another small giggle leave your lips "yes, but only if and when you're ready" you state, rubbing his jawbone.

  "Are you- do you just want me for sex?" He mumbles now becoming serious, causing you to raise your brows.

  "What?- of course not Dem, I- I love you" You admit.

  "I love you too, Y/n" He smiles softly.

  "I'm ready, I want to loose it to you Y/n" He admits truthfully.

  "Are you sure?" You question, making sure he's 100% ready.

  He nods his head, and looks away bashfully "I'm just- I'm just afraid I won't please you that's all" Demetri comments.

  You smile "How about I take the lead, and once you feel comfortable you can go as hard as you want on me?" You ask.

  A not so small blush covers his cheeks as he nods his head "okay" He agrees.

You push him back gently on your bed, his head hitting the pillow gently. You run your hands over his chest admiring his soft skin. You lean down and press small kisses on his neck, searching for his sweet spot.

You place a kiss above his jawline behind his ear causing him to whimper you smirk as you knew you found his weakness.

You tug on the bottom of his green shirt that says 'I'm silently correcting your grammar' asking for permission to which he nods as he lifts up allowing you to pull the shirt off his body.

You grind your hips against his now harden cock causing him to whimper at the amount of friction. "You're so perfect" You mumble into his skin as you place kisses anywhere you can reach, marking him as yours.

  You run your hands down his chest until you get to his pants, crawling downwards you place kisses as you become eye to eye with his bulge in his pants.

  "Can I?" You question softly.

  Demetri nods eagerly as his eyes become glossy from the amount of pleasure he's already receiving. Unzipping his jeans you pull his pants down, discarding them on the floor.

Before you pull down his boxers you tug at the hem of the fabric, wanting to make extra sure he was ready. "Yes Y/n, please" He begs, as he starts to pant.

You pull his boxers down, causing his hard on to slap against his abdomen. Slipping his boxers all the way off completely you throw them in the pile with his clothes.

Not wanting him to be the only one naked, you slip off your pants throwing them in the floor along with your shirt; and bra.

  Demetri's eyes widen as he scans over your beautiful features, you smile bashfully as you get back on your knees and take his cock in your hands causing him to moan.

  You pepper little kisses around the tip of his cock, you decided to stop teasing and slowly pump his cock now kitty licking the tip.

  "Oh my..." He gasps as you finally take his hard cock in his mouth, stroking what you couldn't fit.

You move your hands to his hips and push his hips up into your mouth, causing him to moan and arch his back as he grabs ahold of your hair.

"Oh Y/n I'm think- I'm-" He starts but he doesn't get to finishes as he cums down your throat with a whimper, you prepared for him to cum faster since it was his first time so you pulled up at the right moment as you sucked his tip swallowing his cum.

After he comes down from his high while you peck the tip of his cock "perfect" you mumble as you do so causing Demetri to swoon.

  By then Demetri was so intoxicated by you that he pulled you up and flipped you over pushing your back into the sheets as his hands wandered any place he could touch except the one place you wanted him to touch the most.

  You moan as he takes your nipple in his mouth sucking and licking all the right places on your chest, creating marks; his marks.

He peppers kisses all down until he gets to your hips, he tugs on the hem of your underwear looking up at you for consent to which you nod becoming hot and heavy.

He waists no time in pulling them off, spreading your thighs and admiring everything about your beauty.

"You are so beautiful" Demetri says placing a kiss on your nub.

You moan as you arch into him, begging for more physically to which he caves and places his lips around your clit sucking and licking. He was eager to taste you and he definitely loved every bit of it as he pressed his mouth farther on your clit swirling his tongue in circles on your clit and sucking gently.

You bring your hand down to his brown locks and run your fingers through it, only tugging when he would speed up his pace on licking and nibbling on your clit which felt all to good.

"Oh Demetri..." You moan, finally giving him what he wants as he slips two fingers into your heated core getting you ready for him.

"I- cu-" you start to say but before you could you cum arching your back as he gets you off

He comes up from beneath your thighs, lips dripping with your cum as he sucks his fingers off licking all around his lips tasting you "you sates amazing" he hums as a blush appears on his face, though he hovers over you placing a gently kiss to your lips.

He places the tip of his yet again harden cock at your entrance "May I?" He asks looking in your eyes for any discomfort, you nod your head yes.

He slowly slips his cock into you, stopping once he stuffs you full of every inch of him mostly to calm him down before he would cum already.

After adjusting to his side you roll your hips against his letting him know you were even more ready for him. He slowly moved in and out of your pussy giving him time to adjust to his movements.

Adjusting himself, he sits up on his knees and lift your thighs up slowly building up the pace causing you to moan gently with every hard or fast thrust.

You already found yourself about to cum which didn’t help when Demetri started rubbing your clit with his thumb causing you to whimper as the pleasure starts to burn but in the best way possible.

"Oh my... Demetri~" You whimper as you run your hands up against his chest as he speeds up his pace causing his cock to hit your sweet spot inside you causing you to moan louder.

Another side to Demetri starts to tear through that he didn’t knew he had "so that’s where it is?" He smirks as he purposely rams his cock into you hitting your sweet spot dead on causing your eyes to roll in the back of your head.

"You make me feel so good D-" you praise as the rope in your stomach starts to burn, with one final thrust he hits your sweet spot again causing you both to cum together. Your juices mixing together overfilling as they start to spill out of you.

Demetri whimpers as he starts to ride out both of your highs, he slowly pulls out and lays down breathless as do you.

"Wow that was-"

"Amazing..." Demetri interrupts as he starts catching his breath.

"You’re so perfect to me Demetri" You reply causing him to blush.

"As are you my love"

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Prom? (Elvis Presley x Reader)

summary: Elvis and reader are in high school together but are constantly annoying one another (Enemies to lovers?)

word count: 3.8k

warnings: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+)

I was walking down the hallway of our high school when I heard heavy footsteps pounding behind me as someone ran down the hallway.

“Y/N!” Elvis sang, jumping in front of me, halting my steps. He had his grin on full display.

I rolled my eyes “Yes, Presley?” 

“Go to prom with me.” 

I scoffed, shaking my head at him “No.” 

I side stepped him and continued walking.

“Why not?” He pouted, walking next to me.

“Aren’t you dating Dixie?” I hissed at him “Shouldn’t you take her to prom?”

“I’ll break up with her if you want doll.” He smirked.

I pushed his shoulder “No! That poor girl!”

“She won’t care.”

“She loves you. And we’re late for class!” I pushed him into our Math classroom.

“I see Mr. Presley has a bad influence on you Miss L/N! You’re both late, take a seat.” Mr. Sanders said as we walked in together. 

Elvis sat down and grinned, pointing at the seat next to him.

“You wish.” I mouthed to him and went to sit next to my friend Rachel. 

Elvis and I weren’t friends by any means but he’s been one of my classmates since freshman year and we were both seniors now. I think his favorite pastime was annoying me because he’s been doing it ever since. 

“Your test scores! Some good, some very bad.” Mr. Sanders said as he started passing out our test papers. 

I smiled seeing the A+ on mine. I looked at Elvis when I saw him put head now down and slam it softly against the desk. I couldn’t help but feel bad for him, he probably got a bad grade. 

The bell rang, dismissing the students and the professor but Elvis stayed with his head on his desk.

“You coming?” Rachel asked.

“Yeah, you go ahead.” I replied.

I picked up my back, swinging it over my shoulder and walked towards Elvis.

“Hey.” I said softly, placing my hand on his shoulder.

He slowly lifted his head up and looked at me “I failed.”

I sighed and sat next to him, taking the paper from him and looking over at his answers. 

“Y/N, if I fail the final I’m not going to graduate.” He said and went to slam his forehead back on the table but I put my hand on the desk so that he wouldn’t hurt his head. 

“Why are you being nice to me?” He asked, lifting his head back up again.

“I’m always nice to you.” I lied, biting back a smile.

Elvis chuckled and shook his head at me.

“There’s that smile!” I poked his cheek.

His cheeks flushed, turning dark red when I poked him.

“I’ll tell you what, to show you how nice I am to you. I will help you prepare for the final and make sure you have enough points to graduate.” 

His eyes softened as he looked at me “You’ll do that for me?” 

I shrugged “If you stay sad about your grades then who’s gonna annoy me every day?” 

He grinned “I knew you loved it!”

I laughed and got out of my seat “You wish Presley!”

“My place?” He asked. 

“Sure. Give me your address.” 

“Now I can tell everyone I’m taking Y/N home.” He winked. 

“You know what, you can forget it.” I replied, starting to walk away when he grabbed my hand.

“Wait, wait, wait. I’m sorry.” He laughs, squeezing my hand. 

I felt electricity shoot up my hand from him grabbing me and we both let go as if it just zapped us. 

I cleared my throat “I’ll see you after school.” I mumbled and left. 

I didn’t dislike Elvis, I actually thought he was cute and had a really nice voice but we were constantly annoying each other and trying to top one another. He had changed so much, he used to be so shy. He still is but not with me, he’s definitely outspoken when he’s with me. Always asking me out on dates or leaning in to kiss my cheeks just for a laugh. I swear I wanted to strangle him sometimes. 

Later that evening I took my father’s car and headed for Elvis’ place. I knocked on the door and waited.

“I got it!” I heard Elvis yell, followed by loud footsteps of someone running “Hey.” He grinned once he opened the door. 

I smiled “Ready to have the worst tutor you’ve ever had?” 

He laughed, opening the door wider for me to walk in “Definitely the prettiest tutor I’ve ever had.” He smirked leaning against the door frame.

“Shut up Presley.” I shoved his shoulder, biting back a smile. 

As I walked in Elvis’ mom walked out of the kitchen and smiled once she saw me.

“Hi, you must be Y/N! Elvis talks about you all the time!” She said and pulled me in for a hug.

“Mom.” Elvis grumbled.

I laughed and hugged her back “I bet its all bad things.”

“Thank you for helping my son out, that’s very kind of you.” She said once she pulled away from the hug. 

“I’ll make sure he’s right next to me at graduation.” I smiled. 

“Okay, come on. Let’s go to my room.” Elvis said, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards his room. There’s that electricity again, it felt so weird but I pretended like I didn’t feel anything.

“It was nice meeting you Mrs. Presley.” I said, as Elvis pulled me with him.

“Call me Gladys, honey.” She smiled and walked back to the kitchen. 

“Can we make out now?” Elvis asked, once he shut his bedroom door.

I grinned, wanting to mess with him. I walked towards him and placed a hand on his chest “I’ve been waiting for you to say that.”

“What?” He asked, looking at me with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. 

“In your dreams Presley. Now, where’s your Math book?” I said, leaning back from him. 

He pouted and pulled out his book from his backpack. We sat on the floor and I pulled out his midterms to see his weak points. 

We worked on solving some problems for the next two hours, Gladys coming in to bring us snacks and drinks every once in a while. 

“Okay, last question for today. Very important because you didn’t get any points on it on the midterm.”

“Finally.” Elvis replied.

“What? Are you not having fun hanging out with me Presley?” I teased. 

“Oh I’ve imagined you in my bedroom a thousand times but not like this.” He replied.

“How do you imagine me in your bedroom?” I raised my eyebrow.

He grinned and crawled over to me “I imagine you naked, under me.” He whispered, his face so close to mine. His hands on either side of my body. 

I leaned forward and whispered in his ear, his scent hitting me hard. He smelt so good and manly “Do you imagine me instead of Dixie?” 

Elvis grunted, releasing a breath. 

“Now can we go back to this so that I can go home?” I said, pushing him away from me.

Elvis cleared his throat and went back to siting next to me while I explained the last problem.

I explained the problem and asked him if he got it, without looking up at him.

I turned to look at him to see him staring at me intently with his mouth slightly open.

“Presley.” I said.

He nodded.

“Hey.” I said and waved a hand in front of his face.

“Huh?” He asked, blinking and refocusing.

“Did you get it?”

“Uh, no. Can you repeat it?” He asked.

“Yeah, pay attention.” 

Elvis and I spent the next couple of months with the same routine. I would come over twice a week and tutor him. He stopped flirting as much and we had actually started becoming friends, I enjoyed hanging out with him but I think I started developing a crush on him. However, I would never do anything to pursue because he had a girlfriend and it was unfair to Dixie. Even my best friend Rachel started teasing me about my newfound friendship with Elvis saying that I never hated him and never found him annoying. She said we’re meant to be and it’s going to happen eventually. I told her she was insane and nothing could ever happen between Elvis and me. Obviously I didn’t tell her about my crush but I know Elvis does not look at me like that. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to go to prom with me? You know I’m a good dancer.” Elvis said leaning next to my locker. 

“Oh I’ve seen how you dance.” I replied, taking my books out of my locker. 

“So you agree?!”

“Yeah, I’m not blind.” I smirked, looking at him. 

“Does it make you want to throw your drenched panties at me?” He smirked, leaning closer to me. 

“I don’t even dare to wear panties to your performances because they’re ruined the moment I see you.” I replied, batting my eyelashes. 

Elvis squeezed his eyes shut and tilted his head back, grunting “Fuck doll, don’t say things like that.” He rasped. 

I laughed, shutting my locker and walked away from him. 

“Seriously though, are you going with someone?” He asked, running up to catch up to me. 

“Yup.” I replied.

“Really?” He asked, sounding slightly upset.

I furrowed my brows and looked at him, why was he upset.

“Who’s the unlucky guy?” He asked. 

“I might go with my friend Rachel, if she doesn't find a date.” I replied, rolling my eyes. Rachel most probably was going with someone.

“Oh poor Y/N, can’t get a guy to take you to prom?” Elvis pouted, poking my cheek.

I frowned and smacked his hand away “I can get any guy, I just don’t want to.”

“Oh really?” 

“Yeah. You want me to prove it?” I asked him, stopping in the middle of the hallway. 

“No.” He frowned “You don’t need to prove it. I believe you.” 

“No, it’s fine.” I smiled at him “I can prove it.”

“Y/N. I believe you.” Elvis growled. 

I looked around and spotted one of Elvis’ friends Reiner. He was cute and I used to have a small crush on him. 

“Oh look, there’s cute Reiner.” I smirked, pointing at Reiner where he stood by his locker “Do you think he’d like to go to prom with me?”I smiled sweetly. 

“Y/N. I was kidding.” He said. 

“Hey Reiner!” I called out.

“Y/N. Stop.” Elvis said, scowling. He gripped my arm when I went to walk to Reiner. 

I shrugged his hand off and walked towards Reiner. 

“Hey Y/N.” Reiner smiled “What’s going on?”

“Are you going with anyone to prom?” I asked. Praying he didn’t already have a date because it would be so embarrassing to have to face Elvis after that. 

“Uh no.” He smiled, scratching the back of his neck.

“Do you want to go with me?” 

“Um.” Reiner hesitated, looking back at Elvis “He’s gonna kill me.” He muttered more to himself which made me frown.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing! I would love to be your date!” Reiner grinned. 

I looked back at Elvis and grinned. Elvis clenched his jaw and stormed off. 

I had to let Rachel know that I was going with Reiner which she was so excited about because she knew about my previous crush on him, she wasn’t upset whatsoever especially since a guy from our grade ended up asking her to prom. Reiner and I matched our prom outfits with one another. I wore an emerald green poofy dress that reached right above my ankle while Reiner wore a black tuxedo with the same shade of green tie. 

“Hey.” I smiled at Reiner when he came to pick me up.

“Wow. You look amazing, Y/N.” He smiled. 

“Thank you. You look good!” I opened the door wider for him “Come in, we’ll take some pictures and head out.” 

Dad ended up giving him a shake down to make sure no shenanigans were going to happen which he had nothing to worry about, I wasn’t about to lose my virginity to a guy I barely know. 

We walked in and right away I spotted Elvis with Dixie, he looked so handsome. He wore a pink suit and it was really cute. For some reason, him wearing pink made him way more attractive to me. I know if any other guy would’ve done that, they wouldn’t be able to pull it off. I felt guilt and jealousy creep onto my chest once I saw him dancing with Dixie. I shouldn’t have flirted with him when I knew he was with someone else. I felt like a horrible person because I knew if someone did that with my boyfriend I would be furious. Technically, flirting was considered cheating. 

Elvis and I made eye contact and quickly looked away from each other.

“Let’s dance?” Reiner asked, stretching his hand out to me. 

“Yeah.” I breathed and forced a smile on my face. 

Here I am, dancing with a sweet guy but my thoughts kept drifting back to the devil with ocean blue eyes. 

Elvis and I avoided each other the entire night, choosing to only hang out with Rachel and her date. Reiner would also go to his friends and come back to us. Just as Reiner walked off to go to the bathroom, a slow song started playing. 

“Can I dance with you doll?” I heard Elvis’ voice float from behind me.

I turned and smiled “Sure.” 

He smiled back and wrapped his arms around my waist while I wrapped my arms around his neck. I loved the feel of his strong arms around my waist.

“Are you mad at me?” I asked him after a little while. 

“No.” He sighed. 

“You look beautiful by the way.” He said, looking sincere “The most beautiful girl actually.” 

I smiled slightly, looking into his blue eyes which made my heart race. I couldn’t help but glance down at his pouty lips. 

“Elvis.” I sighed “We can’t flirt with one another, even though its all jokes.”

Elvis frowned “Who said its jokes?”

“Look, it’s not fair for Dixie.” 

“Dixie and I broke up.” He sighed.

“What?” I looked at him with wide eyes “Just now?” My heart sped up in excitement.

“Yeah.”

“Why?” I asked “I mean sorry, you don’t have to answer that.”

“She’s not the one I want. I want someone else.” He replied, his arms tightening slightly around my waist.

His words felt like a punch to the gut and my heart hurt with the thought of him pining over another girl.

“Can I cut in?” Reiner said, coming into view.

“No.” Elvis replied.

“Dude, she’s my date.” Reiner replied. 

“So?” Elvis scoffed, his hands still around my waist “You asked a question, I answered.”

“The question was directed to Y/N. Not you.” Reiner growled. 

“Presley. It’s okay.” I smiled softly at him and whispered to him, making sure Reiner couldn’t hear “Go look for that girl you want and dance with her.”

Elvis gulped and reluctantly let go of my waist. I saw sadness and hurt flash in his eyes. Was the girl he wanted with someone else? 

Elvis walked away with his head down as Reiner took his place. I kept my eyes on Elvis as he walked to drinks table and sipped on a cup of punch. Slowly Reiner leaned in to kiss me. I leaned back and cleared my throat “Um, I’m sorry Reiner. I-I have to go.” I said when saw Elvis walk out of the gym. 

I ran after Elvis but when I reached the parking lot, he was already gone. I sighed and went to a payphone calling home for my dad to come pick me up. 

We had a few weeks before our maths final and Elvis was kind of avoiding me. He would leave class early and show up late so I didn’t have the chance to see him. 

I instead went to his house and knocked on the door. 

Gladys opened the door and smiled warmly when she saw me.

“Hi Gladys.” I smiled “Is Elvis here?” 

“Yeah, come on in.”

“Elvis! Y/N, is here!” She called out while I waited in the living room for him.

“Hey.” He said, walking out of his room “What are you doing here?” 

“To study?”

He shook his head “Don’t worry about it. You don’t need to tutor me anymore.”

“But we only have a few weeks left.” I frowned. 

“It’s okay, you’re off the hook Y/N.” He said and started to walk away.

“Hey!” I said and grabbed his hand “Come on. You can do it, I believe in you Elvis.”

He turned and looked at me with a shocked expression “What?”

“What?” I asked him, confused.

“You called me Elvis.” He smiled softly, his demeanor changing.

“Would you prefer if I called you Presley?” I asked.

“No.” He shook his head “I like hearing my name on your tongue.” 

I chuckled and shook my head at him “Can we go study now, Elvis?”

“Fine.” Elvis rolled his eyes with a smile on his face. 

The day before the exam, we ended up pulling an all nighter. I was on his bed while he was siting on the floor.

“Okay, I’ll give you 30 minutes to complete the practice test.” I said, he nodded and started solving. I was lying down on his bed and closed my eyes just to rest my eyes because I was exhausted. I ended up falling asleep while Elvis solved the math problems. 

I yawned, my eyes fluttering open. I frowned, my eyes roaming around to see where I was. Then I spotted Elvis asleep next to me, his arm over my waist, cuddling into my back. 

“What the hell!” I exclaimed and slapped his arm, getting up and off the bed. 

“Ouch!” He mumbled, slowly opening his eyes.

“What the hell are you doing Elvis!” I said and checked the time, it was 3AM. My parents are so going to kill me but I told them I might pull an all nighter to study and that they shouldn’t worry because both Gladys and Vernon were home. 

“You were on the floor solving the practice questions!” 

Elvis sat up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes “Yeah and when I was done you were asleep, you looked too peaceful and cute. I didn't dare to wake you up.” Elvis shrugged. 

“Okay, how did you end up on the bed next to me?” I asked, placing my hands on my hips.

“I was cold.” He shrugged, smiling sheepishly. 

I rolled my eyes and took a seat on the floor “I’ll check your answers and then I’ll leave if its good. I think we studied enough.”

“Are you ready?” I asked him as we stood outside of the classroom right before going in to take our maths final.

“No.” He said, slightly shaking.

“Hey.” I said and held both of his hands. He looked at our hands and looked back up at me, his eyes slightly glazed with nerves “You got this! I believe in you and you did so well on the practice questions.” 

“Really?” He asked, squeezing my hands. 

“Yeah. Come on, let’s go in.” I said. 

He gripped my hands tighter when I went to pull my hands “Will we still be friends after this?”

“Huh?” 

“I mean now that you don’t have to tutor me. Will I still see you?” He asked.

“Of course Elvis. I hope you consider me as your friend, because I certainly do.” I smiled at him.

“Okay good.” He smiled back “Let’s go in.” 

Elvis and I compared answers after the final and I think he did well if I did well because we had the same answers. We got our grades later that week. As we were leaving the class, the professor handed us our grades.

“What did you get?” I asked Elvis, waiting for him on the side of the hallway.

“I got an A! I’m graduating!” He grinned and pulled me into a hug.

I laughed and hugged him back while he twirled me around.

“I wouldn’t have been able to do this without you.” He smiled softly, placing me on the floor but keeping his hands around my waist. 

I smiled and rubbed my hands up his arms “I’m so proud of you Elvis.”

“Go out with me.” He blurted. 

“I don’t know if you’re kidding or not.” I replied, talking slowly.

“I’m not.” He replied, tightening his arms around my waist “Please go out with me. I’ve been in love with you the moment I saw you, freshman year.”

I looked at him with wide eyes, my mouth gaping open.

“No girl had ever come close to making me feel what I feel when I see you, or when I touch you. I want to be around you all the time Y/N.” 

“Elvis-“ I started, feeling very overwhelmed with what he said. My heart was beating out of my chest. 

“Please.” He pleaded, his eyes filling with tears “Just one date.” 

I cupped his cheeks and smashed my lips onto his. He pulled me into him, closer while I wrapped my arms around his neck, playing with the little hairs on the nape of his neck. 

“I might have just been pretending to be annoyed by you Elvis.” I whispered over his lips.

He grinned “I knew it.” He said and kissed me again. 

“Did you know that I have a crush on you?” I asked him once we pulled away.

“You had a crush on me?!” He looked at me bewildered. 

I laughed “God we’re idiots.” 

“Kiss me again. I don’t think I’ll ever get over your lips.” Elvis said and pulled me back into him.

“So you’ll go out with me?” He asked.

“No.” I smirked, kissing him while he laughed over my lips.

Dear Diary

a/N -  uhhh this is filthy lmao thats all i got

pairing - Kim Yugyeom x Reader x Bang Chan

genre - smut 

You didn’t keep a diary perse. Dream journal is what you liked to call it. You didn’t write down your secrets or your emotions or what happened in your day. What you did write down were scenarios that turned you on or things you dreamt, usually the two were mixed. Often you dreamt about things or people in ways you wish you could see not just in your unconscious mind. You also weren’t someone who napped during the day but today was full of firsts.

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♥ [10.3k words ; 𝐬. +  (a little bit of) 𝐟.+ 𝐚. ; royal!au ; bodyguard!chan & princess!reader feat. businessman!hyunjiin & princess!reader - this is a mess ngl; don’t say i didn’t warn you] ♥ [warnings ~ explicit unprotected sex (wrap it up!!), thigh-riding (hyunthighs… *sighs*), oral sex (f recieving), strong language, all the usual shit oofles] ♥ [in which chan has feelings that even he is oblivious about… (i ADORE royal aus and then that mf chan came in with the mama awards performance… man, idk anymore.) PLEASEEE ignore the occasionally weird vocabulary, i tried to make this sound old and failed 🤡] ♥ [tags >>> @aliceu​ (bestie i’m sorry 🤠) and @chanluster​ (bcos i’m annoying and a sucker for your feedback qween hehe 👑💌)]

The guard clenches his teeth, eyes darting around the market square for the small figure in the grey hood. He pulls his hood around his head a little tighter. However, it doesn’t distract those around him from noticing him, mainly due to his unusually muscular build.

A hiss escapes him as he finally sees you, eying up and chatting to the tall yet timid flower stall owner. You put your hand up to your mouth and giggle, trailing your fingers over the bouquets which Chan was positive you had exactly zero interest in.

Chan stalks over, grabbing you by the arm and tugging you away. You widen your eyes underneath the hood, not even getting to wish your latest object of affection goodbye.

“By God, let me down!” You try to escape his grip, which simply tightens at your struggle. “We were getting to know each other! Minho, I hope I see you again soon!”

“Not a chance.” He tugs you harder, clicking his fingers at the two horses he had waiting for him behind the marketplace as the flower boy looks on in shock.

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That's My Girl

SYNOPSIS: Being Steve's ex was not easy, especially now that you are with "freak Eddie". Steve regrets how he treated you and wants you back.

GENRE: angst, fluff

"Max, I haven't been to a party since I broke up with Steve. What if I forget how to... I don't know, be human?" The redhead snorts and rolls her eyes at you. You sigh and look back in the mirror, holding two dresses up to yourself.

"Go with the black." she says in reference to the tight black dress you've held up.

"Yeah?"

"Wear it with your leather jacket." She suggests, nodding her head to the coat rack. You nodded and slipped on the dress.

"What if Steve is there?" You ask worryingly, making eye contact through the mirror.

"Just be normal, he'll be normal too." You bit your lip. Would he? He didn't take the breakup very well at first.

-

You stand near the hallway, bored out of your mind. You never realized how much you relied on Steve to be social. He's been sneaking glances at you all night. It turns into genuine staring, and just as you're about to leave from being so uncomfortable, a certain someone burst through the door. Eddie "the freak" Munson. You didn't think this was his scene, in fact you knew it wasn't.

He enters with his arms fully out, stepping in theatrically.

"Well well well, all of Hawkins finest all in one place! I must be so lucky to have been invited." He says making eye contact with one of the cheerleaders who had clearly invited him as a joke. A few people shout out insults that seem to bounce right off of him. He chuckles and starts to walk past, but catches a look at you and hangs behind.

"Y/n? Didn't think this was your scene." he says with a sly look. You had a few classes with Eddie last year, you got along quite well.

"Could say the same about you, Munson." You say, taking a sip from your red solo cup. You look over and catch Steve staring. He looks away quickly, but not quick enough to miss Eddie's gaze. You shut your eyes a sigh. He notices you displeased reaction and takes a gamble.

"You know, I never thought he was the right guy for you." He says, looking at the teen and his great hair.

"Yeah, well. I certainly am not the right girl for him." You take another drink. Your relationship with Steve was great when it started. You had great chemistry and cared about each other. But soon, he became distracted. He missed phone calls, bailed out of dates and seemed disinterested in you overall. All because he never got over Nancy. Once the initial attraction to you wore off all he was left with was his love for Nancy. You weren't stupid, so you realized and dumped him. He was clearly still in denial of it himself, insisting he didn't love her. But you knew it was true.

"If it's any consolation, you've always been my dream girl." He confesses with a chuckle. Your eyes widen and blush creeps its way to your face.

"No way, really?" You questions with an incredulous look. He nodded with a smile.

"Had a huge crush on you last year." He looks relieved but nervous about his sudden confession and he fakes a cough.

"Me too." You return his feeling. He steps closer to you.

"I was going to ask you out, but then you got together with the hair." You pursed your lips and frowned a bit, looking down to your feet.

"how about we get you a drink?" You offer.

"I'd rather share yours." He says, gently taking you cup from your hands and taking a sip. You smile wide.

That was the start of your relationship with Eddie. Soon enough you moved in together and were having the time of your lives together, falling deeper in love with one another each day. He made you feel like the only girl in the world.

-

"When I saw her at that party, I don't know something inside of me just fell into place. And I knew I had to get her back." Steve says with a sigh as Robin hoists herself atop the counter.

"So? Get her back then."

"She's with Eddie now." He whines rubbing his face.

"No shit, Eddie Munson?" He nods and slides down the counter. Robin raises her eyebrows and shakes her head.

"I don't know what to do. Something about her Robin, I just can't let her go. I can't believe how stupid I was." Robin turns to him, curious.

"Stupid?" He nods again.

"Stupid. She gave me everything and I mean, I was still in love with Nancy. And she totally knew it so she dumped me. Didn't realize what I had til' it was gone." Robin gives a sympathetic look to him.

The door rings as two people step in; you and Eddie. You give a smile to robin and a little wave, meanwhile Eddie gives a polite and tight lipped grin to Steve. Steve doesn't miss the way Eddie's grip on your waist tightens when he sees him.

Steve cannot keep his eyes off of you. The way you giggle when Eddie seemingly suggests a stupid movie, the way you hit his shoulder playfully when he teases you. That should be him. He misses you.

Eddie settles behind you with his chin leaning on your forehead, arms wrapped around you while you browse the horror collection. The jealousy hit's Steve's heart hard, and Eddie notices. Eddie looks over to see Steve staring and he doesn't hesitate to send a glare back. Normally Eddie would be very civil with his partner's ex, but after knowing how Steve treated you and made you feel he couldn't play nice, especially not when he looked at you the way he did.

Steve looks away and to Robin who was looking very uncomfortable with the tension, tension you were entirely unaware of. Steve gets frustrated from seeing you looking utterly in love with each other and leaves to the back.

-

You tried to convince Eddie to go to your friend's birthday party but to no avail. As much as he loved you he really didn't feel like listening to the name calling today. You understood, of course, and decided to just go without him. He helped you pick out your outfit (not without him feeling you up) and you drove off, looking forward to seeing the friends you hadn't seen since graduation. You knew Steve would be there but it didnt bother you very much. You were sure he wouldn't say much more than a greeting.

The staring begun again, and Steve couldn't stand to see you without him. So without warning, he pulls you to the side.

"Oh. Hey Steve."

"I can't stand it anymore."You cock your head to the side and raise an eyebrow questioningly.

"Please Y/n, just hear me out. I just need you to hear what I have to say." You rub your arm, feeling on the spot. You nod at him to continue.

"I know I fucked up, trust me I know. But I just don't want to be without you anymore. Just let me show you I love you." He pleads, looking straight into you.

"Steve, stop being ridiculous. I have a boyfriend." You scoff, turning to walk away before you are stopped by Steve blocking your path.

"I know. And I don't-" He sighs and pinches his nosebridge.

"I don't care. Just one night, that's all I ask. Just one night to let me show you how much I love you. I need you in my arms again." His voice breaks to a whisper. You couldn't believe the disrespect Steve just showed your relationship. To think he could ask you to cheat on Eddie and just switch back to him was frankly insulting. So your face morphs to a genuine frown and your eyebrows furrow before your hand swiftly slaps the the side of Steve's face, harder than you meant to.

"Fuck you Steve." You spit, turning around to exit the now silent party. He tries to stop you from leaving, grabbing your arm and telling you,

"It was never Nancy, Y/n. It's always been you." His sudden confession has you feeling feelings you had when you were with Steve. Feelings of always being the second choice. Feeling like your own partner didn't love you. You couldn't help but let the tears of frustration for your younger self spill and you slammed the door in Steve's face.

-

"Hey, princess. How'd it go?" You just sigh and hug him, starting to feel your eyes well up again. Once he heard your sniffling his eyes widened and hugged you tighter, holding your head in his chest.

"What happened baby?" His low voice soothes you. You take a deep breath.

"Steve was there." Eddie leans back, wanting to see your face. His heart hurts at the sight of your red eyes.

"What the hell did he do?" He can't help but start to get heated, his desire to protect you taking over.

"He- I don't know. It doesn't matter, it was stupid." He can tell you're holding back. He doesn't have to say anything more, only looking at you with the softest of looks until you tell him.

"He asked me to cheat on you, with him. Something about showing me his love." Eddie is furious, but more than that, frustrated and sad for you.

"Are you being serious, I swear to fuck I'll-"

"I took care of it." You assure him. He couldn't help but smile. How could he think even for a second you wouldn't?

"I slapped him, harder than I thought and I think I made it pretty clear I wasn't interested." You say with stern tone. He grins wide and proud, pulling you into his arms.

"That's my girl."

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pairing. eddie munson x female! reader 

an. well. we’re here again. this acts as a part two to my fic dealer’s choice, but can be read separately (tho honestly why would u want to) i don’t know what came over me when writing this, jesus. comments and reblogs make me insane so pls do it<3 synopsis. after a sexually charged run in with your dealer, you go to his house for another hook up. he’s got the goods. 

warnings. 18+. minors (below 18) are not welcome. drugs, sex while high, fondling, kissing, female receiving oral, lil bit of biting, grinding against rings, female receiving penetration. not beta’d. 

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Mattheo Riddle- Just friends

After a long and exhausting night of trying to find some stupid tiara in the overflowing room of requirement you were happy to just plop down on the couch in the  common room.. That is until a deep voice from a chair over by the other fireplace startled you, "I wondered when you would come back." 

You turned your head to the side, still not moving your body as you looked at Mattheo Riddle. He smiled a little, relieved that you had calmed down from earlier when you were screaming at him and Draco about not doing their part with the tasks.  "You want to talk about whatever all that was earlier?" 

You shake your head and make grabby hands in his direction, he chuckles before pushing himself off the chair and making his way to you. He let you pout for a moment before he hoisted you off the couch and into his arms. Your cheek is pressed against his shoulder as your eyes get heavy. 

You're tired in a way you haven't been in a long time. You wished that Cissy hadn't put the weight of watching Draco and Mattheo on you, but you knew it was for the best. That didn't mean you had to be happy about it. OR that you had to be nice to Draco.

A slight blush filled your cheeks as Mattheo lifted and readjusted your legs around his waist. Moving his hands further up your thighs, fingers digging into your skin threw the bare material of your stockings. He bent down slightly signaling for you to open the door when he made it to his single bed dorm. Pushing with one foot to let it swing open, resting your chin on his shoulder. Trying to ignore the fact he could probably feel the warmth radiating from between your thighs.

He didn't stop in the main area, instead making his way into the bathroom. Sitting you on the counter before turning around and setting his hands on either side of you. Bringing his face down so you are eye level with his dark eyes.

"So.. Are you ready to tell me what was going on." He said it more like a statement, it wasn't a question of if more like when. He was going to get it out of you, he just didn't know how far he would have to push.

You felt your teeth clamp down on your lip as you shook your head. When he sighed and turned around you felt relief flood into you.

For about a second.

Until he reached back and pulled his shirt off, fluidly turning the shower on just after. In that moment you knew you were in trouble, if he really wanted to know he would figure it out. Part of you wanted him to want to know.. Just to see how far he would take it. The other part was screaming just tell him now, before your to stupid to watch yourself.

When he turned back to you he was unbuckling his belt leaving it in the loops as he pushed his slacks off. Leaving him in just his black boxers, you had to force yourself to not look down. You already knew what was waiting for you, but didn't want to give him the satisfaction of looking.

The steam from the heated water started filling the air, making the small room feel smaller somehow. He was only one step away from you, so his hands easily found your hips pulling you off the counter. His eyes stayed on yours as he pushed your skirt and stockings down. 

You tried to not laugh at the extra effort he put in to try and not ruin your stockings. But when you cracked a smile you were rewarded with his in return. And a beautiful smile it was. The way it lit up his entire face was breathtaking. Mattheo Riddle was a beautiful man, scars and all.

Not that you would ever call him beautiful out loud. You had called him hot before, even sexy here or there. But beautiful seemed like it would cross the line the two of you had drawn. The line where it moves from friends with benefits to who knows what. You loved him too much, in too many ways to risk losing everything by alerting him to your feelings.

When he stood, he lightly drug his fingers up the back of your thighs. He slowly unbuttoned your shirt and pushed it down your shoulders. Making sure to press kissed down your throat and across your collarbone. Your hands gripping his biceps as you let out a small groan. Gently squeezing your ass in a way you knew was meant to be teasing. When he was back to his full height he traced the straps of your bra watching his finger dip under it pulling before letting it snapback.

"Are you ready now?" He said slowly, that smile still in place on his face. You could tell that even though he wanted to know, he was enjoying the game he had barely started. And if he was enjoying it... Who were you to end it so quickly?

"I dont know Riddle.. Am I ready to tell you?" You said side stepping him as you pulled your bra off. His eyes followed you until you stepped into the shower, purposefully leaving the curtain open. He sighed through his nose as he watched your figure threw the fogged mirror.

When you raised your arms to pull your hair down you flicked your hair tie at him. Watching him chuckle as he stepped out of his boxers and into the shower.

One of the things you loved about Slytherin, was even in the cold underground dungeon you called home the water never got cold. Whatever water heaters the school had or spells they used were on point. So as you stood there Mattheos chest to your back letting the hot water run over the two of you until your skin warmed, it was divine. When one hand left your hip, and slowly made its way up to your breast kneading roughly you tried to act like you didn't notice. 

"Tell me Y/n" Mattheo said, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he spoke, only proving to turn you on further. When you stayed silent he chuckled darkly, before moving his other hand towards the apex of your thighs. When he lazily drug a finger through your lower lips, you let your head fall back onto his shoulder. 

Being 5'8 to his 6'0 had its advantages. One hand found its way behind you to his hair, your fingers threading threw. While the other went to the wrist of the hand he had lowered, you knew that if he pulled away you wouldn't stop him. You physically couldn't stop him even if you wanted too, but if he wanted to stop you would never push that. 

His rough fingers easily found your clit, while his other hand moved from your breast to your throat. Wrapping his fingers around it to hold you in place, brushing his lips across your shoulder. A soft moan escapes your lips as he starts rubbing sloppy but quick circles over your clit. 

"Theo.." You moaned, digging your nails into his skin, trying to not give too much away. You knew what he was going to do, you gladly were accepting. You were waiting for him to reprimand you for saying Theo instead of his full name. Normally he hated it when anyone called him Theo because that's what everyone called Theodore. 

Really though he didn't care what you said in that moment, he just loved the way your sounds of pleasure made his chest warm. He loved the way his skin felt like it was unfire but also relaxed whenever you touched him. The unconscious way you moved towards him in crowds. How your eyes would seek him out when you were stressed or anxious. He loved everything about you, except your short fuse. 

But he figured everyone had a downfall and a short temper was definitely one of his as well. Everyone had a flaw that someone couldn't stand.  He knew that you held it together to the best of your ability. Like earlier in the dorms when you snapped and told some first years to fuck off, it had been coming all day. He could tell by the way you tapped your fingers against your arm, the way you bounced from foot to foot. 

Draco had also told him you had been the same during class and in the great hall. Between the stress of failing a test and having to visit Dumbledore, the stress of maybe seeing your hateful brother every moment in the halls. Then knowing there was a meeting coming up soon and last but not least Draco and your brother having it out in the bathroom. 

Then during dinner Adrain had come over, that was bad enough but then when he was touching you.. It set Mattheo ablaze with an emotion he couldn't quite name, one he hadn't felt often. And had never felt towards you. All he knew was that he lived for these moments, the moments in one of your rooms. Or the few times you had pressed him against the wall in a quiet hall. It was what got him through the shitty days. 

So with that in mind, he moved his hand lower pushing a finger into you harshly. Pumping only a few times before adding another. He could feel your pussy fluttering around them, he felt himself growing hard at the feeling. 

You were trying to not show how much you were enjoying it. That of course didn't matter because Mattheo knew your body almost better than you did. You turned your head, his lips catching yours as he continued pumping his thick fingers into you. He pulled away letting your moans fill the air as you started to tighten around him, "Tell me what was wrong." 

You groaned  a little and bit your lip, just a few more seconds and you would be over the edge. 

As he read your mind, he ripped his fingers out of you. "Fuck.. Come on.." His other hand was still firmly around your throat, so you couldn't pull away. His fingers brushed over your clit again, so lightly you almost couldn't tell if it happened. You felt yourself push your hips forward, trying to keep whatever contact you could. 

"Do you think I'll let you cum before you tell me?" He said biting down on your shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. You shook your head, a small smile on your face as he squeezed your throat a little tighter. Cutting off just a bit of the air flow to your lungs. "Ah, that means you like being a brat." 

When his fingers found his way back into you, you couldn't stop the way your back arched. It only took a small twist and curl of his fingers for him to find the sponginess of your g-spot. Pushing the pads of his fingers against it every time he pushed in or pulled out. 

The sensation along with the slight light headedness was overwhelming.  The motion quickly brought you to the edge again. "Theo.. Dont.. Please.." You begged knowing he was going to do it again if you didn't answer him. At this point honestly you couldn't remember why you wouldn't answer him. You were just along for the ride.. and so far the ride was fabulous. 

When he pulled out again a whine found its way from between your lips. He spun you around this time, pressing you against the cold stone wall. Your mind barely registered it as his lips found yours. Kissing your ferociously both his hands now wrapping around your thighs and hoisting you up the wall. 

Before you could even take a breath to start begging he was pushing into you. Your head falls back to the wall, as your nails dig into the skin of his back. You heard him hiss but nothing really mattered. You were with the person you loved, doing one of your favorite things. Nothing could stop you at this moment, someone could've walked in and neither of you would've stopped. 

There had been times where Draco busted into Mattheos dorm in moments just like this. And Matthoes pace never faltered. He didn't stop what he was doing as Draco freaked out before turning and hightailing it out of there.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his ass as he pounded into you. "Fuck, Ill never get use to how tight you are." He said his fingers digging into your thighs so hard that you knew there would be bruises. "I can feel you, you're ready to cum.. All you have to do is tell me what was going on.. Tell me now or I'll stop." 

Your mind told you to keep your mouth shut, but your body won out. "Fuuckk.." You seethed threw your teeth trying to hold on. Two hard thrusts later it all just spilled out "I just don't like Draco.. Those two first years just pissed me off being all whiny about being in Slytherin.. Harry pisses me off.. Adrian's touch makes me want to vomit. Fuckk.."

You moved your head fell to his shoulder as he held all your weight, muscles in his arm flexing to help move your body. "I just feel more stressed than normal with all these tasks and the upcoming meeting.. Im sorry." Finally the rest of the weight rose off your shoulders. 

The groan that came from Mattheoss throat made you clench, only making him groan again. When you finally felt the band of your orgasm snap, your vision went white. Buzzing sounds filled your ears, you could barely hear Mattheo tell you he was cumming too. 

You didn't remember making the choice to rake your nails down his scarred back. You were sure there were spots where he was bleeding. But through those final few thrusts nothing mattered. Not the soreness of your thighs, not the stinging in his back. Just the euphoric feeling flowing between the two of you.  

When he finally set you down, it was quiet besides the sound of the water and the hazy breaths. He left his arms wrapped around your waist and back while your legs stopped shaking. The rest of the shower was spent gently washing each other, his arm firmly around your waist. The smell of his teakwood body wash filled your nose, he scrubbed hard enough to lightly pink your skin. Having showered with you enough to know how you would do it. 

He didn't wash your hair, knowing you would be pissed if he didn't condition it but he rinsed it. You washed his hair as he held you up, lightly pulling at it as you rinsed it.  Using your hands to wash his skin, rubbing the tension out from his shoulders. He pressed his lips against your forehead before turning the water off and stepping out. 

"You don't have to apologize to me for being stressed Y/n.. You know that right?" Mattheo asked as his fingers brushed through the tangled mess of your hair. He was now on his back with you on his chest, even though you were mostly asleep you answered with a nod and hum. 

"I know there's something else going on.. I just want you to remember I'll be here when you are ready to talk. I will always be here Y/n, I'll always protect you." His soft voice was the last thing you heard as you fell into the darkness. Feeling completely relaxed and safe under the blankets wrapped in Mattheos arms. 

You slept wrapped in each other's arms that night. A silent dreamless sleep comforting both of you. The beat of your hearts as well as your breath synced with each other. Both on your side, your hands against his chest while his arms were wrapped around you.

One under your head keeping it tightly tucked under his chin, the other around your waist. Your legs tangled together. Every part of you that could be touching was. Had anyone walked in and seen you two,  they would never have thought you were 'just friends'.