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summary: cassian is overseeing your training, and despite his attempts to keep it professional, when he learns his desire for you is reciprocated, he can't hold back any longer
warnings: 18+, smut, implied r*pe/SA (off-page, in past), blood, unprotected sex, creampie, size kink if you squint,
word count: 1.7k
Your relationship was strictly professional.
At least, that's what Cassian told himself as he admired your body carrying out the manoeuvres he had instructed.
The way you moved with such grace despite emulating movements designed to end a life captivated him. It was impossible for him to take his eyes off you, partly because he was overseeing your training. But mostly because he was undeniably attracted to you.
Flustered from the exertion, you turned to him for feedback.
"That was good," he praised. "You're still holding your sword a little low. If you were fighting someone your own size, it'd be perfect."
Unspoken was the hint that the assailants you'd been training to fend off were male, thus much larger than you.
Cassian had offered to train you when he had spotted you at a fighting ring - not to place bets, but to watch the fighters' movements and tactics to teach yourself how to fight.
He'd known you for a while by then, and was aware of a traumatic event in your past that was the cause of your dedication to fend for yourself; to never be weak again. He saw that determination in your eye and found himself offering to train you before he had even a chance to consider it.
Over the past three months, you had thrived under Cassian's tutelage. From your own self-teaching, you had a good foundation to work with, and Cassian had a front-row seat for your transformation. Rather inconveniently, Cassian's attraction towards you had also thrived in that time.
Clearly frustrated with yourself, you began the movements again, making sure to hold your sword a little higher. Your two-hour session must have been over, because Azriel arrived to winnow the two of you back into the village.
"Looking good, Y/N!" Azriel called from his spot beside Cassian, eliciting a grin from you.
A spark of jealousy flared in Cassian at the affection.
You were Azriel's friend first. It was through Az that Cassian had met you, on a night out in a tavern. You had tried to keep up with the boys, but your lower tolerance left you requiring an escort home, which Cassian was happy to oblige.
Sheathing your sword in one swift movement - a vast improvement from the first few times, showing how quickly your training was becoming muscle memory - you made your way over to Cassian and Azriel. A sheen of sweat glistened on your brow as you caught your breath, causing Cassian's mind to wonder how you might look after a good fuck.
Nope. Cassian shut down that thought before it could alter his scent and make things very awkward. For the most part, he had done a good job holding the reins on his desire - only a few lingering touches and straying glances. To his knowledge and relief, you had not picked up on anything.
Guilt ate at him for his thoughts about you. You had trusted him - a male - to oversee your training, despite your experiences with males. He would not take advantage of his position just to get in your pants. It would be overstepping a boundary.
Az winnowed the three of you back to your village, dropping you off just outside your little cabin on the outskirts, before he disappeared again.
"Same time again tomorrow?" You asked Cassian.
He nodded in confirmation. "You did good today, Y/N."
Your smile at his praise was enough to put out the flicker of jealousy.
-
A knock sounded at your front door just after two in the morning, jolting you awake.
Instantly alert, you grabbed the dagger from under your mattress and clambered out of bed as silently as you could. As you stalked toward your front door, you monitored for any sound of danger - just like Cassian had taught you.
You pressed your ear against the door but could hear nothing amiss. Guardedly, you unlocked the bolt and opened up the door, dagger ready.
Cassian stood before you.
Your shoulders sagged at the relief, the possibility of threat gone. But once you noticed Cassian's face bloody and bruised, you tensed up again.
"What happened?" You asked him softly, ushering him inside and bolting the door behind him.
"Sorry if I woke you." He spoke quietly.
You motioned for him to sit down, dagger clattering on the table as you set about wetting a rag to wipe the blood from his face. So gently, you patted his bruised face, removing both dried and wet blood, his nose still trickling.
"You get in a fight, hm?" You asked absently, more focused on cleaning him up.
Cassian just said, "You should see the other guy."
You stood between his spread legs as he sat in a chair that was groaning under his weight. Each gentle touch of your skin on his sent shivers down Cassian's spine. He became hyper-aware of just how little you were wearing.
Used to seeing you in fighting leathers, Cassian's attention snagged on the gauzy nightgown you wore. The white flimsy material left little to the imagination, and he could see your peaked nipples in his direct eye-line.
He cleared his throat, shifting about and attempting to avert his eyes. But there was nothing else to look at, you were standing so close to him. The floral scent of you was overwhelming - far more overbearing than when he caught your scent outdoors.
"I hadn't realised you wouldn't be decent," Cassian said as you finished cleaning the blood off his face.
You looked down at your nightgown. "Am I not decent?" You asked.
Cassian's eyes trailed you as you retreated a few feet away, rummaging through a cupboard for a balm to put on the cut on his cheekbone, the bloody rag discarded.
"Your nightgown," he ground out. "Leaves little to the imagination."
"You like it?" It sounded innocent, but it was laced with something more. A challenge.
You made your way back over with some of the balm on your fingertip, returning back to your spot between his legs as you applied it to his bruised face.
"You think I don't see the way you look at me?" You asked. Cassian's stomach dropped. "I know you want me. I want you in the same way. Why do you hold back?"
He was dumbfounded. Language seemed to escape him. But you had said the words he had been desperate to hear. I want you. That was enough for him.
He let go of his restraint.
Wasting no time, he rose to his feet. He loved the way he towered over you, how small you were compared to his huge form. Fingers under your chin, he tilted your face up to his. He captured your lips with his own, hard and hungry. You tasted even better than he had imagined as he thought of you late at night by himself. The way you opened your mouth to let him in sent blood straight to his cock.
Eagerly, you fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, unfastening them one by one. Once his shirt was off and tossed aside, you broke the kiss only to pull your nightdress over your head, leaving you utterly bare before him.
He let out a growl at the sight, his large hands roaming your body, soft under his rough touch. With a hand on your ass, he pulled you closer against him. The moan that escaped you as you felt how hard he was was like music to his ears.
Without warning, he lifted you as though you weighed nothing. You braced yourself, hands on the bulging muscles in his arms, as you wrapped your legs around his torso. With such ease, he carried you over to your bed, laying you down gently and kicking off his boots.
The sight of you bare beneath him had his cock straining against his suddenly too-tight trousers. You tilted your head back, exposing your neck to him. Seizing the opportunity, he pressed his lips to your neck, kissing, sucking, nipping with his teeth. Claiming you as his, marking you. Slowly, he worked his way down, kissing and licking your chest, between the valley of your breasts. Finally, he placed his mouth over your peaked nipples, which had been torturing him since he'd first noticed them. All the while, Cassian toyed with your slick pussy, dipping his fingers in and out in a motion that had you writhing beneath him.
You were so lost in the pleasure, you hadn't even noticed his trousers come off until his impressive length was lined up with your entrance.
"Say you want it," Cassian's voice was so full of lust you could barely think.
"Please," you murmured. "I want it."
Slowly, Cassian pushed inside you. You cried out at the feeling of his cock filling you, stretching you. He groaned at how tight you felt, aware of his size as he gave you time to adjust once he was fully seated inside you.
"Cassian," you breathed, fingers clawing at his back, desperate for him to move.
He began to thrust, gradually picking up the pace as your body adjusted to his. With each thrust, he hit that sweet spot that had your orgasm building already.
"Fucking hell, you're so tight," he ground out.
You dug your nails into his back and clamped your teeth around his shoulder to muffle your moans. His pace was unrelenting.
"I'm so close," you moaned.
"Cum for me, baby," he coaxed.
Obeying, you cried out as release barrelled into you, stars exploding in your vision. Cassian's pace did not slow down, riding you through your orgasm. At the feeling of you cumming around his cock, Cassian knew his release would follow suit.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he growled.
You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him close. "Cum inside me."
Your words pushed him over the edge. His pace finally halted as he stilled, spilling himself inside you just as you had asked.
For a few moments afterwards, the two of you remained still, chests heaving as you caught your breath. Slowly, Cassian pulled out of you, some of his cum leaking out.
With two fingers, he gathered up the leaking cum and pushed it back inside your pussy. "Since you asked for it," he said with a smirk.
Instead of leaving, like you thought he would, he laid down next to you, still catching his breath. You knew from the look on his face that he was not done with you yet.
summary: cassian is overseeing your training, and despite his attempts to keep it professional, when he learns his desire for you is reciprocated, he can't hold back any longer
warnings: 18+, smut, implied r*pe/SA (off-page, in past), blood, unprotected sex, creampie, size kink if you squint,
word count: 1.7k
Your relationship was strictly professional.
At least, that's what Cassian told himself as he admired your body carrying out the manoeuvres he had instructed.
The way you moved with such grace despite emulating movements designed to end a life captivated him. It was impossible for him to take his eyes off you, partly because he was overseeing your training. But mostly because he was undeniably attracted to you.
Flustered from the exertion, you turned to him for feedback.
"That was good," he praised. "You're still holding your sword a little low. If you were fighting someone your own size, it'd be perfect."
Unspoken was the hint that the assailants you'd been training to fend off were male, thus much larger than you.
Cassian had offered to train you when he had spotted you at a fighting ring - not to place bets, but to watch the fighters' movements and tactics to teach yourself how to fight.
He'd known you for a while by then, and was aware of a traumatic event in your past that was the cause of your dedication to fend for yourself; to never be weak again. He saw that determination in your eye and found himself offering to train you before he had even a chance to consider it.
Over the past three months, you had thrived under Cassian's tutelage. From your own self-teaching, you had a good foundation to work with, and Cassian had a front-row seat for your transformation. Rather inconveniently, Cassian's attraction towards you had also thrived in that time.
Clearly frustrated with yourself, you began the movements again, making sure to hold your sword a little higher. Your two-hour session must have been over, because Azriel arrived to winnow the two of you back into the village.
"Looking good, Y/N!" Azriel called from his spot beside Cassian, eliciting a grin from you.
A spark of jealousy flared in Cassian at the affection.
You were Azriel's friend first. It was through Az that Cassian had met you, on a night out in a tavern. You had tried to keep up with the boys, but your lower tolerance left you requiring an escort home, which Cassian was happy to oblige.
Sheathing your sword in one swift movement - a vast improvement from the first few times, showing how quickly your training was becoming muscle memory - you made your way over to Cassian and Azriel. A sheen of sweat glistened on your brow as you caught your breath, causing Cassian's mind to wonder how you might look after a good fuck.
Nope. Cassian shut down that thought before it could alter his scent and make things very awkward. For the most part, he had done a good job holding the reins on his desire - only a few lingering touches and straying glances. To his knowledge and relief, you had not picked up on anything.
Guilt ate at him for his thoughts about you. You had trusted him - a male - to oversee your training, despite your experiences with males. He would not take advantage of his position just to get in your pants. It would be overstepping a boundary.
Az winnowed the three of you back to your village, dropping you off just outside your little cabin on the outskirts, before he disappeared again.
"Same time again tomorrow?" You asked Cassian.
He nodded in confirmation. "You did good today, Y/N."
Your smile at his praise was enough to put out the flicker of jealousy.
-
A knock sounded at your front door just after two in the morning, jolting you awake.
Instantly alert, you grabbed the dagger from under your mattress and clambered out of bed as silently as you could. As you stalked toward your front door, you monitored for any sound of danger - just like Cassian had taught you.
You pressed your ear against the door but could hear nothing amiss. Guardedly, you unlocked the bolt and opened up the door, dagger ready.
Cassian stood before you.
Your shoulders sagged at the relief, the possibility of threat gone. But once you noticed Cassian's face bloody and bruised, you tensed up again.
"What happened?" You asked him softly, ushering him inside and bolting the door behind him.
"Sorry if I woke you." He spoke quietly.
You motioned for him to sit down, dagger clattering on the table as you set about wetting a rag to wipe the blood from his face. So gently, you patted his bruised face, removing both dried and wet blood, his nose still trickling.
"You get in a fight, hm?" You asked absently, more focused on cleaning him up.
Cassian just said, "You should see the other guy."
You stood between his spread legs as he sat in a chair that was groaning under his weight. Each gentle touch of your skin on his sent shivers down Cassian's spine. He became hyper-aware of just how little you were wearing.
Used to seeing you in fighting leathers, Cassian's attention snagged on the gauzy nightgown you wore. The white flimsy material left little to the imagination, and he could see your peaked nipples in his direct eye-line.
He cleared his throat, shifting about and attempting to avert his eyes. But there was nothing else to look at, you were standing so close to him. The floral scent of you was overwhelming - far more overbearing than when he caught your scent outdoors.
"I hadn't realised you wouldn't be decent," Cassian said as you finished cleaning the blood off his face.
You looked down at your nightgown. "Am I not decent?" You asked.
Cassian's eyes trailed you as you retreated a few feet away, rummaging through a cupboard for a balm to put on the cut on his cheekbone, the bloody rag discarded.
"Your nightgown," he ground out. "Leaves little to the imagination."
"You like it?" It sounded innocent, but it was laced with something more. A challenge.
You made your way back over with some of the balm on your fingertip, returning back to your spot between his legs as you applied it to his bruised face.
"You think I don't see the way you look at me?" You asked. Cassian's stomach dropped. "I know you want me. I want you in the same way. Why do you hold back?"
He was dumbfounded. Language seemed to escape him. But you had said the words he had been desperate to hear. I want you. That was enough for him.
He let go of his restraint.
Wasting no time, he rose to his feet. He loved the way he towered over you, how small you were compared to his huge form. Fingers under your chin, he tilted your face up to his. He captured your lips with his own, hard and hungry. You tasted even better than he had imagined as he thought of you late at night by himself. The way you opened your mouth to let him in sent blood straight to his cock.
Eagerly, you fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, unfastening them one by one. Once his shirt was off and tossed aside, you broke the kiss only to pull your nightdress over your head, leaving you utterly bare before him.
He let out a growl at the sight, his large hands roaming your body, soft under his rough touch. With a hand on your ass, he pulled you closer against him. The moan that escaped you as you felt how hard he was was like music to his ears.
Without warning, he lifted you as though you weighed nothing. You braced yourself, hands on the bulging muscles in his arms, as you wrapped your legs around his torso. With such ease, he carried you over to your bed, laying you down gently and kicking off his boots.
The sight of you bare beneath him had his cock straining against his suddenly too-tight trousers. You tilted your head back, exposing your neck to him. Seizing the opportunity, he pressed his lips to your neck, kissing, sucking, nipping with his teeth. Claiming you as his, marking you. Slowly, he worked his way down, kissing and licking your chest, between the valley of your breasts. Finally, he placed his mouth over your peaked nipples, which had been torturing him since he'd first noticed them. All the while, Cassian toyed with your slick pussy, dipping his fingers in and out in a motion that had you writhing beneath him.
You were so lost in the pleasure, you hadn't even noticed his trousers come off until his impressive length was lined up with your entrance.
"Say you want it," Cassian's voice was so full of lust you could barely think.
"Please," you murmured. "I want it."
Slowly, Cassian pushed inside you. You cried out at the feeling of his cock filling you, stretching you. He groaned at how tight you felt, aware of his size as he gave you time to adjust once he was fully seated inside you.
"Cassian," you breathed, fingers clawing at his back, desperate for him to move.
He began to thrust, gradually picking up the pace as your body adjusted to his. With each thrust, he hit that sweet spot that had your orgasm building already.
"Fucking hell, you're so tight," he ground out.
You dug your nails into his back and clamped your teeth around his shoulder to muffle your moans. His pace was unrelenting.
"I'm so close," you moaned.
"Cum for me, baby," he coaxed.
Obeying, you cried out as release barrelled into you, stars exploding in your vision. Cassian's pace did not slow down, riding you through your orgasm. At the feeling of you cumming around his cock, Cassian knew his release would follow suit.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he growled.
You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him close. "Cum inside me."
Your words pushed him over the edge. His pace finally halted as he stilled, spilling himself inside you just as you had asked.
For a few moments afterwards, the two of you remained still, chests heaving as you caught your breath. Slowly, Cassian pulled out of you, some of his cum leaking out.
With two fingers, he gathered up the leaking cum and pushed it back inside your pussy. "Since you asked for it," he said with a smirk.
Instead of leaving, like you thought he would, he laid down next to you, still catching his breath. You knew from the look on his face that he was not done with you yet.
summary: azriel loses a shadow, only for it to lead him straight to you
warnings: 18+, oral (f receiving), fingering, public place (kinda), dirty talk, swearing, mentions of alcohol
word count: 1.5k
Azriel seemed to have lost one of his shadows.
He had been too busy observing the crowd for potential threats to notice the shadow sneak off somewhere. After deciding there were no current threats amongst the crowd gathered in the Court of Nightmares, he slipped off in search of the stray.
Following the gentle tug that was beckoning him to the other side of the cavernous hall, he kept to the outskirts to avoid the mass of bodies talking, dancing and drinking.
As the tug grew stronger, he wondered curiously where his shadow was leading him. Had it sensed a threat that even he hadn't spotted? It seemed unlikely, but not impossible.
Eventually, he approached a small crowd loitering by the table littered with glasses and flutes of wine and champagne. His shadow was close, he could sense it. He scanned the small group, seeking the familiar darkness of his shadows.
There. He spotted it; slinked around a high-heeled ankle. His eyes trailed upwards, following the exposed bare leg, continuing up a gossamer-clad torso, a plunging neckline, a long slender neck, before settling on the face of the most beautiful female he had ever seen.
-
You hadn't noticed it at first. The soft brush had just felt like the fabric of your dress sweeping against your ankle. But when you looked down, you noticed a black shadow slowly wrapping itself around your ankle. It tickled, pulling a smile from you as you watched it wend its way up your leg, exposed through the slit in your dress.
Curiously, you reached down to touch it as it skated your thigh. In answer, it wrapped itself around your fingers. Bringing your hand closer to your face, you watched in wonder as it danced in between your fingers.
You were so distracted by the shadow that you didn't notice the owner of the shadow approach until he spoke.
-
"They seem to like you."
It was the only thing Azriel could think to say as he watched you smile at the shadow flitting around in your hand. All thoughts had left his mind, the sight rendering him speechless for a few seconds.
At the sound of his voice, you looked up. Your eyes locked onto his, amusement dancing in them. He felt as though the wind had been knocked out of him.
"Lose something?" You spoke, your voice like caramel.
Struck dumb, Azriel could only watch as you gently flicked his shadow in his direction, returning it to him. Reluctantly, the shadow rejoined the mass swirling around his feet. Az realised he should say something.
"I apologise for disturbing you," he managed. "I usually have them under control, but they're feeling rebellious today."
You laughed, and it was the single greatest sound he has ever heard. Azriel couldn't contain his own smile, self-consciously rubbing his hand on the back of his neck.
"Should I be concerned about drawing their attention?" You inquired playfully.
Az chuckled. "No, not unless you plan on causing trouble."
Something like mischief sparked in your eyes. "Oh, I always plan on causing trouble."
Gods, save him.
You extended a hand and introduced yourself.
"Azriel." He said, his scarred hand clasping yours as he suppressed his disgust at marring you with his touch.
You repeated his name, just a murmur, but loud enough for him to hear. Perhaps he had been wrong, it was not your laugh that was the greatest sound he had ever heard, but the sound of his name of your lips.
-
You weren't quite sure how you were playing it so cool. The male standing before you was quite simply the most handsome male you had ever seen. Talking to males never normally intimidated you, but you felt the need to leave a lasting impression on this one.
Just the touch of his hand on yours had sent tingles down your spine. The feeling was unfamiliar, yet not unwelcome. It was safe to say, for the first time in your life, you were out of your depth.
The musicians began playing a tune that had hoards of people flocking to the dance floor.
"Well, Azriel," you began, holding out your hand. "Do you or your shadows dance?"
Wordlessly, with a glint in his eyes, Azriel took your hand and led you out into the crowd of couples on the dance floor.
Az took the lead in the dance with a newfound confidence. You placed a hand on his shoulder, feeling the hard muscles beneath his jacket. His large hand on your waist felt equally as strong, but he held you at a respectable distance.
As if unhappy with the distance between you, his shadows reached for you. They pulled you in closer, wrapping round the two of you as you moved gracefully on the dance floor.
You huffed a laugh, your breasts now flush against Azriel's broad chest. "They're definitely rebellious."
Az only grunted in response, as though words were beyond him.
Looking up at him as he towered over you, you bit your lip, anxious that your closeness had made him uncomfortable.
He was already looking down at you when your eyes met his, dark with lust. "Don't look at me like that." He ground out.
"Why not?" You challenged, your own newfound confidence coming through at the realisation he was growing hard beneath you as your bodies pressed together.
He growled lowly. "Drives me crazy."
His gravelly voice went straight to your core, and as his eyes darkened further, you knew he could scent your arousal. Refusing to blush, you held his gaze and he inhaled, a restrained groan building in his throat.
"You smell divine."
You bit your lip again. "Why don't you find out how I taste?"
You refused to break Azriel's gaze, which had turned feral at your words. In that gaze, you could see an internal battle between desire and logic.
"Offer's on the table," you told him. "No strings."
Azriel whirled around, leading you by your joint hands to the nearest exit. Once outside the hall, your heels clicked on the stone as he led you down a handful of dim corridors. He stopped beside an alcove, pushing you in with his body. The alcove was just big enough for the two of you, his shadows blocking you from sight of any stray passers-by.
Not wasting any time, Az connected his mouth to yours in the most sensous kiss you had ever experienced. You leaned into the kiss and tangled your fingers into Azriel's hair, drawing a low groan from the back of his throat.
He trailed kisses from your mouth down your neck, sucking and nipping with his teeth. You let out a breathy moan as his teeth grazed over your nipple, the fabric of your dress pushed aside.
Through the slit in your dress, Azriel stroked your thigh, higher and higher until he reached where your underwear should have been.
"No panties?" He growled. "You really are looking for trouble."
His fingers toyed with your pussy, gathering up the slick before sliding one finger inside.
"Azriel." You breathed, the sensation overwhelming you.
He moved his finger in and out of you, curling it just right as he added another.
"Feel so good round my fingers, baby," he praised, watching as you started to unravel. "Let's find out how you taste."
He dropped to his knees before you, gathering the fabric of your dress and bunching it round your hips. The scent of your arousal and the feeling of your slick had hardened his cock beneath his trousers. He licked a long, slow line along your pussy, teasing you.
"Please," you begged.
"So needy," he taunted. You could hear the smugness in his voice. Putting you out of your misery, he pressed his mouth to your pussy. Like a man starved, he licked, sucked, nipped at you, all the while sliding his fingers in and out.
You moaned his name, fingers tugging at strands of his hair. He growled at the sensation, which reverberated against your clit. You felt your release building.
"Fuck, you taste so good," his voice full of lust. "You gonna cum for me, baby?"
"Yes," you breathed. "Fuck, don't stop."
Obliging, he picked up the pace of his fingers, and focused his mouth on your clit. Your moans were obcene as you came, his name spilling out of you for all to hear. Azriel only slowed his pace once your pussy had stopped clenching round his fingers.
He looked up at you with a devilish grin, lips wet with your slick. Slowly, he pulled his fingers out of you, raising them to his lips taste you again.
He raised up to his full height, towering over you. His hair a tussled mess, his eyes still dark with lust. "Until next time," he said, and vanished off, taking his shadows with him.
The sound of you moaning his name, the taste of you on his tongue, they lingered for hours. He thought about it - about you for the rest of the evening. Later that night, he fucked his fist and came at the thought of you.
summary: y/n gets a message over christmas and buys harry a gift
word count: 856
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christmas was always your favourite time of year. it was even more exciting to go home and see your family, who you missed a lot since coming to uni.
on christmas morning, you woke up to a text from an unknown number:
you could tell from the nickname that the message was from harry. you texted back:
although you were flatmates, you and harry had never exchanged numbers. you were in a snapchat group chat together, along with your other flatmates, and you followed each other on instagram (even though harry never posts, he’s always quick to like your selfies).
each member of your flat wrote their phone number down on a sheet of paper that was taped to the fridge in case, for any reason, it was needed.
it seemed odd that harry might not have gone home to be with his family for christmas. if you were being honest, you hated the thought of him alone in the flat on christmas day.
he didn’t reply immediately, and your little brother was knocking on your bedroom door asking if it was time to wake up your parents.
you tried to get on with your christmas, but the thought of harry alone lingered in the back of your mind. you vowed you would buy him a present to bring back with you, seeing as he probably had nothing to open on christmas morning.
finally, your phone pinged just as you were about to sit down for christmas dinner.
you hated how harry would close himself off like that, not wanting to talk about issues he was having. you understood that you and harry were by no means best friends, and he owed you no explanations. still, part of you wished he would open up to you, or at least someone, instead of keeping it all to himself.
then again, he did eventually tell you about what happened with gabe. maybe he just needs time before he can open up.
———
the perks of buying a christmas present after christmas was that everything was a little bit more affordable. you knew just what you wanted to get for harry, based on a conversation you had with him a few weeks ago, where he divulged to you his love for photography.
you had to spend a bit of your christmas money to be able to afford the vintage polaroid camera you found in the camera shop, but it was just perfect so you didn’t mind. wrapped up and labelled, you brought it with you to the flat when you got back from christmas break.
when you walked through the door with your suitcase and a bag in tow, harry was laid back on the sofa, glasses on, reading a book.
“you’re back early, love,” he said, placing his glasses on the coffee table and dog-earring his page.
“wanted to get ahead on the reading for my classes this semester.” you explained. it was true enough, but it wasn’t the only reason. “is anyone else back yet?”
he shook his head, “just you, pet.”
standing up from the sofa, he made his way to you and took the heavy bag off your shoulder.
“thanks,” you said. “that’s for you anyway.”
he frowned, eyeing up the bag before reaching in to pull out a box wrapped in santa wrapping paper. “for me?”
“yeah,” you grinned. “a late christmas present.”
“can i open it now?” he’s eyes were lit up like a kid on christmas morning.
the look on his face warmed your heart. “2 secs, lemme dump my suitcase in my room.”
when you returned from dropping off your suitcase, harry was sat on the sofa, gently shaking the box next to his ear to figure out what it was.
“careful!” you called out. “it’s fragile.”
once you took a seat next to him, harry wasted no time ripping off the paper. he opened the plain cardboard box you had put his gift in and peered inside.
“y/n!” he gasped. “are you kidding me?”
you beamed. “you like it?”
“i love it!”
he set the box aside and leapt up, scooping you in a hug which lifted you off your feet, and spun you around.
“thank you,” he said as he put you back down.
“look,” you said, picking up the authentication card that came with the camera. “it’s an authentic vintage polaroid.”
he gently picked up the camera, checking to see if there was film in there. “here, lemme take one of you, pet.”
“only if i get to take one of you.” you bargained.
harry thought about this for a moment. “deal.” he said.
you fluffed up your hair a little and posed for the camera, a small smile playing on your lips. the flash went off and the polaroid printed out. harry took it and popped it in his pocket.
“my turn,” you said, carefully taking the camera off him.
it was harry’s turn to fluff his hair and pose. he didn’t smile though, instead he gave you a very serious expression. you laughed as you took the photo.
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the worst part the next day was not the hangover, but the fact that you remembered everything. the hangover wasn’t that bad, but remembering that you kissed harry was awful.
no way did you have feelings for harry. you only kissed him because you were drunk and he had his arms around you. you decided the best thing to do was pretend you couldn’t remember it and hope that harry wouldn’t bring it up.
it was 12pm before you left your room, freshly showered and hungry. rummaging through the cupboards, you felt a presence behind you.
“morning, love.” harry said. “how you feeling?”
why’d he have to be so cute? you thought, then scolded yourself for it.
“rough.” you said. not a lie. “i don’t even remember coming home.” lie.
you weren’t sure if you saw harry flinch or not. “that bad, eh?”
suddenly, you felt bad. almost guilty. the feeling of lying to harry wasn’t a pleasant one. he was so sweet and kind, and you were hurting him.
“i didn’t do anything embarrassing when i got in i, did i?” you asked. now you were prompting him to bring it up.
he laughed. “no, don’t worry.”
oh. “that’s alright then.” you laughed too.
why were you disappointed? you were the one who pretended not to remember what happened.
“so,” you changed to subject. “fancy coming shopping with me? we need to buy some food.”
he opened the cupboards, and seeing how bare they were, he agreed to go shopping with you.
after changing into something more presentable than your pyjamas, you met harry outside your flat by his car.
“you’ve never been in trevor before. isn’t he glorious?” harry said, patting the top of the black car.
“he doesn’t look like a trevor.” you commented.
harry frowned, tilting his head to look at the car from a different angle. “well, he is. get in.”
laughing, you climbed into the passenger seat as harry started the engine. “seatbelts on!” he cried, as though you weren’t right next to him and also the only other person in the car.
as harry drove the two of you to the local supermarket, you were surprised to find he was quite a good driver. then you realised you had made all these assumptions about what harry was like based on your first interactions, which made you feel guilty.
“you know,” you said to harry. “we kinda got off on the wrong foot but i really like you and i’m sorry for being so judgey before.”
“judgey isn’t a word.” harry corrected. “but i like you too. apology accepted.”
you smiled to yourself, content beside harry as you rolled down the window to let in some air.
“y/n?” harry broke the silence after a few minutes. “can we talk about something?”
you nodded, mind racing. you knew he meant last night. the kiss. oh god.
“i punched that gabe guy ‘cos he was talking about you. in a disgusting way. bragging to his mates. i just wanted you to know that, even though you don’t seem mad anymore.” he confessed.
feeling guilty for your initial reaction, you said: “oh, harry. i’m sorry, i was a bitch. thank you for standing up for me.”
he shrugged it off and the silence resumed. eventually, harry pulled into the supermarket car park and the two of you got out. grabbing a trolley, harry pushed while you put the items in the trolley.
harry kept jumping up and gliding the trolley across the floor, nearly crashing into things too many times. you felt like a mother shopping with her annoying son as you told him off for what felt like the hundredth time.
shopping took much longer than you had anticipated, mostly because of harry being a nuisance. the drive home was spent with harry loudly singing along to the radio while you laughed at him.
back at the flat, you disappeared into your room to do some work, still feeling guilty for lying to harry.
you convinced yourself it was for the best, the two of you had a rough friendship as it was, this would just make things worse. but then again, you could've sworn you saw harry flinch when you said you didn't remember anything. did he want you to remember?
hours later, your stomach grumbled, reminding you that you had totally forgotten to eat. closing down your laptop, you headed for the kitchen. harry was sat on the sofa, his laptop resting on his legs. he had glasses on.
"i didn't know you wore glasses," you said.
harry took them off, placing them on top of his head. "you weren't meant to."
you laughed. "well, i think they're cute. have you had dinner?"
harry shook his head.
"i know we went food shopping, but you wanna get a takeaway?" you asked.
summary : bucky has a sex dream about you and wakes up needing release
word count: 300+ (prologue, more parts to come)
warnings : sex dream, masturbation, cum
Bucky woke glazed in a sheen of sweat. This wasn’t the first time he had dreamt of you.
He hated you so much that you had begun to appear in his dreams. At first, it was harmless, though it infuriated him that not even in his sleep could he be free from your torment. It was bad enough he had to put up with you while he was awake.
But last night’s dream was… different. He had dreamt that he walked in on you in the shower. Soaking wet and naked, you beckoned for him to join you. He had run his hands all over your soft, wet skin, feeling every curve as if he were actually touching you.
pairing : dadsbestfriend!bucky x reader, neighbour!bucky
word count : 1k
summary : your dads best friend bucky is your neighbour and your bedroom faces his
warnings : 18+, undefined but significant age gap (reader is of drinking age), masturbation (fem & m implied), exhibitionism(?)
a/n : only a teensy bit of smut in this part, part two will be more smutty hehe
Being home for the summer meant one thing: Friday night dinners with your dad’s best friend, Bucky, who also happened to be your very hot next-door neighbour.
Since you moved out for college, your dad converted your old bedroom into his office, meaning you slept in the guest room whenever you came to visit. The only problem with this was that the guest room faced Bucky’s bedroom. This made for some pretty awkward encounters over your summer stays.
On more than one occasion, you’d opened your curtains in the morning to Bucky wandering about his room, shirtless with loose sweatpants hanging low on his hips. Or his lower body wrapped in a towel, hair damp and skin wet. Your eyes couldn’t help but wander across his sculpted body, appreciating his bulging biceps and chiselled abs.
Also more than once, he’d catch your eye, and you had to swiftly avert your eyes and pray he didn’t realise you were staring at his half-naked body, a total invasion of privacy.
You regret offering to help your brother the moment you stepped through the door to the bar.
Loud ruckus all around you sent your heart rate through the roof, and it took everything in you to keep a calm exterior as all eyes fell on you. A momentary silence before the rowdiness resumed.
Walking into the bar owned by the local biker gang was scary enough as it was, let alone being a woman, walking in by yourself, carrying a bag full of cash.
You looked around through the sea of faces, hoping to see someone who looked mildly friendly that you could approach to ask for the man you needed. There seemed no such person. Instead, you opted to head to the bar and ask the bartender for help.
Clutching the bag on your shoulder, you made your way to the bar. On your journey through the leather-clad bodies, you bumped into someone.
“Sorry,” you blurted out, afraid of the consequences.
You looked up at the man you had bumped into. He towered over you, ruggedly handsome with long brown hair and piercing blue eyes. A black leather jacket coated his muscled body. Your eyes fell upon his left hand, made of metal, glistening in the light of the bar.
“No problem, doll,” the man replied. “What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this, hm?”
His intense gaze intimidated you, not to mention his beautifully carved face. “I’m looking for Bucky,” you answered, slightly flustered.
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summary : bucky has a sex dream about you and wakes up needing release
word count: 300+ (prologue, more parts to come)
warnings : sex dream, masturbation, cum
Bucky woke glazed in a sheen of sweat. This wasn't the first time he had dreamt of you.
He hated you so much that you had begun to appear in his dreams. At first, it was harmless, though it infuriated him that not even in his sleep could he be free from your torment. It was bad enough he had to put up with you while he was awake.
But last night's dream was... different. He had dreamt that he walked in on you in the shower. Soaking wet and naked, you beckoned for him to join you. He had run his hands all over your soft, wet skin, feeling every curve as if he were actually touching you.
Just thinking about the dream, his cock was painfully swollen and very hard. Bucky lifted the waistline of his pyjamas and slipped his hand down. Taking hold of his cock, he began to pump it slowly, unable to get the image of your naked body out of his mind.
He allowed himself to think about you while he touched himself. Your beautiful hair that he wanted to tangle his fingers in. Your glossy lips that he wanted to kiss, to bite. Your soft thighs that he wanted to lie between.
He thought about that time you wore a skirt and it rode up your legs as you sat down, showing off the delicate curves of your thighs. He thought about the low cut top you once wore, and how your breasts spilt out as you bent down to pick something up.
The pressure building in his cock was almost relieved. Just a few more strokes...
There was a knock at his door. "Bucky?" Your voice called from the other side.
"Fuck!" He hissed as he came all over his bare stomach, his climax ruined by the panic of being caught. "What?" He called out.
"Tony called a meeting," you told him. "Get your lazy ass out of bed."
Bucky grumbled to himself as he got out of bed to clean himself up. He was too irritated to even feel guilty for thinking of you as he came.
He definitely hated you. Was there anything you wouldn't ruin for him?
Summary: Like Draco, Y/N is forced to become a young Death-Eater and the Dark Lord gives her a job to do. Sixth year, slow burn, kinda enemies to lovers.
Word count: 1k
Warnings: sad :(
Draco couldn’t sleep a wink that night. He replayed his conversation with Harry over and over until he had convinced himself that everything Harry said was true. It wasn’t as though he took a lot of convincing anyway.
He decided to make use of his sleeplessness. He grabbed a quill and parchment and started to write. By the time he was happy with what he had written, scraps on scribbled out parchment littered the floor. He slipped out of bed to pay a visit to Moaning Myrtle.
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Dearest Y/N,
I’m afraid you were right, we are on different sides now. I wish with my whole heart we could stand together in this fight, but I don’t belong with you.
It is my feelings for you that have driven me to decide to stay away from you. You are far too good for me, and I will only hold you back. I regret that it has come to this but please respect my decision.
Bucky watched from the living room window as you left your house, dressed for a night out in a tight little dress and a pair of ridiculous shoes. You'd thrown a flimsy jacket on top, which wouldn't actually keep you warm at all.
He watched as you walked down the street until you were out of view, heading in the direction of the nearest town. Worry nagged at his gut, thinking of all the young boys who didn't know how to treat a lady; who might try to take advantage of you.
Although he was sure your parents would do the same, he stayed up and waited to see you return.
When you did return, many hours later, you were not alone. Stumbling out of a taxi alongside you was another guy. This one looked to be your own age, unlike Bucky.
A tinge of jealousy pooled in Bucky's stomach at the sight of you clutching the other guy and leading him into your house. Once you and your little friend disappeared into the house, Bucky resigned to his room.
As he went to close his curtains and get into bed for the night, he saw your bedroom light turn on. Of course, you'd left your curtains open. But you were too occupied making out with the stranger to notice.
Bucky watched, feeling a combination of jealous and turned on, as you and the guy began to take each other's clothes off. The way your body moved against his made Bucky's cock twitch, and he wished that it was him.
Neither you nor your guest noticed Bucky watching through the window while you got fucked, bent over your bed, tits bouncing with every thrust from the young stranger. Bucky's cock was painfully hard watching you get fucked, but overwhelming jealousy coursed through his veins.
He would make you pay for this.
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Friday
Dinner on Friday night wasn't what you expected. You had expected to share knowing looks with Bucky, acknowledging the events of just last week. Perhaps Bucky would be close to you like last week, rubbing his leg against yours under the table.
Instead, each time you caught his eye, he looked away, his eyes dark. Angry, even. You'd never seen him like that. He steered clear of you, sitting across from you at the table as opposed to next to you like he usually did.
You worried that this would happen. After what happened last week, you thought things would change between you and Bucky. He probably felt guilty after fucking his best friend's daughter.
Opting to keep quiet, you listened to your parents and Bucky talk as you kept your eyes on your plate of food. Bucky made no effort to include you in the conversation like he usually would if you were being 'too quiet'.
"Oh, look at the time!" Your mother exclaimed. "Ted, if we don't leave now, we'll be late for the movie."
"Crap," your father said, having lost track of time. "Honey," he said to you. "Would you mind clearing up? We have to rush off."
You nodded yes, and both your parents got up, placed a kiss on your cheek and said goodbye to you and Bucky, mumbling apologies.
Gathering up the plates, you left Bucky at the table with his own plate and headed into the kitchen to put them in the sink. Bucky followed, coming up behind you to deposit his plate into the sink.
"Did he fuck you as good as I did?"
Your heart skipped a beat. "Excuse me?" You asked, moving away to put some distance between you and him.
"That guy from the other night, did he fuck you as good as me?" He repeated.
"How do you..." You trailed off. The window. "Oh my god, you were watching!"
"You were bent over right in front of the window, darling." He grins wickedly. "It was hard not to."
A blush rose to your cheeks. "Bucky, that's so-"
"Inappropriate?" He cut you off. "So is fucking your dad's best friend, but you still did it, didn't you doll?"
A realisation hit you. "You're not jealous, are you?" You asked, teasing.
Bucky growled and took a step towards you, pinning your waist between him and the kitchen counter. "Watch that fucking mouth of yours."
You looked up at him through doe eyes. "Did you touch yourself afterwards? Did you think of me? I bet you did."
In one swift motion, Bucky whirled you around and pushed your head down, your cheek pressed into the cold marble of the kitchen counter.
"I said watch your mouth," he said darkly, using his feet to push yours apart, opening your legs.
You let out a whimper, but he didn't relent, still keeping your face shoved into the marble.
"Did you wish he was me, hm?" He taunted in the same voice you used just a few seconds earlier. "I can make that wish come true."
"Bucky," you mewled before choking on a gasp as Bucky roughly slapped your pussy. All your attempts to escape were fruitless - you were pinned.
He tugged your panties down and pushed your skirt up. "So wet already," he murmured, fingers teasing your clit. "Let me remind you who you belong to."
Bucky unzipped his jeans and lathered up your slick on his cock. "This sweet little pussy of yours is mine," Bucky growled, sliding into you, filling you up.
You gasped at the sudden fullness stretching you out, but he gave you no time to adjust this time, immediately plunging in and out of you as you cried out.
You moaned and groaned as he fucked you, bent over the kitchen counter. It was wrong, but that's why it felt so good. His pace was relentless, well and truly claiming your pussy as his.
"You're. Fucking. Mine." He groaned between thrusts, bringing you closer to orgasm.
Just as your climax was about to reach its peak, he pulled out. You whined at the emptiness.
"Bad girls don't get to cum," Bucky said, zipping his jeans back up. "If you're a good girl this week, you can cum next time."
pairing : bucky barnes x reader, dadsbestfriend!bucky
summary : after the show you gave him last night, bucky wants more
word count : 1.1k
warnings : smut 18+ ONLY, undefined but significant age gap (reader is of drinking age), unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, oral (fem receiving), bit of thigh riding, bit of finger sucking, kinda rough sex
You’d taken a while to get to sleep that night, unable to take your mind off of what you had just done. The way Bucky had watched you come undone, how you wished his hands were yours, how you thought of him as you climaxed.
You had the house to yourself the next day, your parents had told you they were heading out for a few hours. They had been gone barely half an hour when there was a knock at the door.
Your heart raced to see Bucky standing in front of you when you answered. Weird, you thought, he never usually knocks.
“Hey,” you greeted, flushing slightly. “My parents are out right now I’m afraid.”
“I know,” he said. “I watched them leave.”
He was here to see you and you only. That much was clear. You could invite him in and see what happens, or you could turn him down. Truthfully, there was only one option you wanted.
“Oh,” you caught your lower lip between your teeth. “What can I do for you?”
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summary : you tease bucky in public and he’s had enough
word count : 600+
warnings : 18+, fingering, flashing, public sex acts
a/n : this was requested by @thatbrownbitch ! sorry it took a while for me to get this up, had some unexpected personal problems but here you go ! thank you for this request, it sparked something in me. it’s inspired by the sundress challenge ;)
It's summer, and there's a heatwave.
Bucky isn't a fan of the hot weather, but it means you strut around in your pretty little sundresses. Short and low-cut, Bucky can't tear his eyes off you.
Unfortunately for Bucky, you like to tease him.
On this particular day, the heat was unbearable for Bucky. Hot and sweaty, he was irritable and in no mood for being teased. That didn't stop you.
As the two of you walked down an alleyway, taking a shortcut on the way into the nearest town, you lifted up the hem of your dress, giving Bucky the perfect view of your ass and the lacy thong you wore.
You giggled as you covered yourself up again, throwing a wink to Bucky behind you. He huffed, shoving his hands in his pockets to cover his tented trousers.
Walking through town buying groceries, every chance you got, you would lift your dress up, flashing Bucky behind you. Bucky's eyes would have only a few seconds to take in the sight before it disappeared again as someone came around the corner.
At first, it was fun and flirty, but as the afternoon went on, Bucky had had enough of your teasing. He was hot and horny, which put him in a bad mood as he trailed alone behind you.
All he could think about was how badly he wanted to teach you a lesson. It took all his strength not to take you right there in the alleyway as the two of you walked home.
He made a vow; if you do it one more time...
As if on cue, you turned back to look at Bucky with a mischievous look in your eye. You went to lift up your dress but before you could, Bucky grabbed your wrist and pushed you up against the wall.
You let out a gasp, face pressed into the cold concrete as Bucky pinned you to the wall with his body. Pressing into your ass, you could feel his hard length through the fabric of his jeans.
"You think you're cute, huh?" He whispered, his breath hot against your ear. "Teasing me like that?"
"Bucky," you whined. "Someone could see us."
He laughs humourlessly. "Isn't that the fun of it?"
Of course, you had been trying to rile him up, but you never expected this kind of reaction from him. The throbbing ache between your legs grew stronger as Bucky used his free hand to rub your sensitive clit through the fabric of your panties.
You let out a gasp at the contact, trying to grind yourself into his fingers, but you were pinned tightly against the wall.
"Soaked through your panties already," he taunted, nuzzling into your neck. "So easy."
You moaned his name, feeling his cock twitch. He pushed your panties to the side and coated one of his fingers in your slick before slipping it inside you.
A moan escaped you, louder than you had anticipated.
"Shh," he murmured into your ear. "Keep quiet for me, princess."
Gently, he started nipping at your earlobe, his finger curling slowly inside you. He added another finger, and you bit your lip to keep quiet like he asked.
From around the corner, the sound of laughter travelled. Bucky let out a growl before taking his fingers out of you and letting you go. He started walking just as a group of teenagers wandered into the alleyway.
Disappointed and flustered, you fell into step beside him.
"Not fun being teased, it is doll?" He asked.
You shook your head.
"Don't worry," he put an arm around your waist. "When we get home, you're all mine."
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