The Queen Of Camden - An Alfie Solomons/Reader One Shot Story.

vocal lesson

• rated m for mature, slight angst

• pairing: vocal coach!seungmin x fem!reader

• wc: 2.3k (confession: writing long fics isn’t my forte)

• tw: underlying toxic relationship, masturbation (m), grinding, groping, unprotected vaginal sex, explicit language, creampie- i think that’s all, please do tell me if you find more c:

• note: i have a love hate relationship with this fic. i have a few goals i’d like to achieve from this fic and whether or not i’ll succeed is based on your feedbacks 🥺 so please don’t hesitate to drop them! also, enjoy!

• tag list: @es-kay-zee @formidxble @bobateastay @vogueinnie @sailorhyunjinz // leave a comment, dm, or an ask to be tagged! thank you ♡

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seungmin despises the way his heart dropped when he sees your name flashing on his phone screen instead of you flashing by his eyes. by this time, he’s fully aware that a chatty girl like you isn’t the type to text. in fact, you only do it on one occasion, which is when you’d like to cancel the class. just like what he has expected, the text says you won’t be able to make it that day and that you’re sorry; but he knows you’re not sorry. he knows you’re doing this on purpose—to torture him—and it’s working perfectly.

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Dr Jongin & Mr Kai

Jekyll & Hyde!AU || Therapist!AU One-Shot Genre: Dark, Smut, Angst, Slight Fluff??? || Rated: M Pairing: Kim Jongin/Kai x Reader Summary: When you are forced to see a therapist for your anger issues, you find yourself sucked into two men - well one man, with two personalities. Word Count: 8k (this was not meant to happen istg)

Moodboard by @afifaenam

Drabbles: One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven

“Welcome Miss. Y/N,” the therapist looks down his glasses at you, his long legs crossed over as he leans back in his leather seat while you sit down on the cold black leather couch and begin to fidget with imaginary lint on your jeans, disinterest clear on your face. “What brings you to my office this morning?” You scoff slightly and he raises his eyebrow at you.

“As if you don’t know,” you wipe the spot of your jeans before glaring into his handsomely dark brown eyes, “you were hired by my boss because I have issues so why don’t you tell me why I’m here.” You don’t mean to be so rude but sometimes you can’t help yourself when people put you in uncomfortable situations – especially situations where you are forced to speak about your feelings. Of course, your asshole of a boss would hire the most handsome therapist he could find so you would find it harder to ignore him than you do everyone else.

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brad pitt x reader: naughty girl

summary: you flirt with leo and brad gets jealous LMAO

warnings: nsfw, huuuuge daddy kink, spanking

word count: 1416

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Bag of Tricks pt 2 | Bang Chan (m)

Summary:

After losing your job and moving in with Chris, you are forced to face your feelings. Will he love you back? Or are you just a toy to him?

Pairings: Dom Christopher Bang x Sub Female Reader

Genre: Smut (fluff if you blink fast)

Words: 2.6k

Warnings: Dom/sub, oral (m/f), spanking, sensory deprivation, unprotected sex, mentions of alcohol, bound (wrists being tied), public humiliation, forceful gag used. I know I forgot some stuff. You’ll be SURPRISED I guess.

A/N: This is part two, please read part one before reading this. Thank you @particularemu​ for your amazing skills. I love you 

Part ONE

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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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So Wrong, It’s Right

Request: Ooo how about a Harry Wells rough smut????? ;)

A/N: This turned into a daddy kink with some jealous Harry. Hope you liked it!

Harrison Wells was going to Hell, of that he had been fairly certain of for quite some time. It was something that he knew for quite a few years now, but never so surely as he did in that moment. He knew that he shouldn’t, that he was dabbling into things better left alone, but something about you just….drew him in. He wasn’t the emotional type, wasn’t one to easily form attachments. In fact, Harry made it a point to push everyone away, so why you, of all people, got under his skin, he never really could explain.

Knowing that you were the forbidden fruit, maybe, tempted him. You were young, much to young to be with someone like him, or so he often told himself in the wee hours of the morning when he’d gaze at your sleeping face, but you were always so adamant about being ‘a grown ass woman.’ Those were your words not his, and to be fair, you did have a point.

You were twenty-six, far old enough to make your own decisions, but Harry still couldn’t shake the feeling that he was doing something wrong. it didn’t help that it was a secret. Of course it was a secret. He was damn near twenty years older than you - eighteen to be exact. You loved to remind him of that as well, though the ease that it gave was short-lived. He didn’t want the others to know, to look at you differently….to look at him differently. It was a selfish desire but he couldn’t help it. Harrison Wells could be an, admittedly, selfish man.

You hated secrets. Hated keeping them even more, but Harrison Wells was a notoriously stubborn man and changing his mind was something you were sure God couldn’t even do. Sighing you glanced over your outfit for the day, head tilting as you let your gaze wander over yourself. Lips tugged into a smirk as you straightened, turning to check the back. If he wasn’t going to tell, fine, but you were going to make his life a living hell in the meantime.

Waltzing into the Cortex, your hips swayed, practically hearing the jaws drop on your way in. It was the reaction you knew you were going to get, doing your best not to smirk.

“Damn mami! Look at you!” Cisco complimented, slack jaw turning into a grin as he caught your eye. He stuck his thumbs up as your laugh filled the room. Winking at your long time friend you thanked him with a smile.

“Wow…you look……wow,” Barry fumbled, unable to properly form words as his gaze raked over your outfit. His eyes kept moving, flicking between your body and your eyes, doing his best not to stare. A quick elbow to the ribs from Iris had him quickly averting his gaze.

“What’s with the outfit?” the journalist asked, eyes looking you up and down curiously. You were always the more fashionable of the group, but this was…a bit much. You could admit it was though, the lace bustier with flowing high waisted shorts left little to the imagination and the heels that made your legs look like they went for miles certainly…..added to the appeal.

“Felt like dressing up,” you shrugged, dogging the truth easily. “I’m counting one less genius than usual,” you hummed, eyes shifting as you searched for your target.

“Oh? You mean the grouch?” Cisco scoffed as he came up beside you, arm tossing over your shoulder. “Where else would he be?” he mused, eyes unable to help themselves as they scanned you from top to bottom.

“Ramon!” the sharp gravel tone had everyone jumping to attention as they turned towards the entrance. “Where’s that tech I told you to work on?” Harry quipped, pacing into the Cortex with a frown etched into his features.

“Oh uh…yeah, tech…totally. Yup, definitely did that,” the boy fumbled, quickly removing his arm from your shoulders as he scrambled back to his desk.

You turned slowly, a hand coming to your hip as you cocked it, eyes lifting to Harry as you watched the way he glanced at you only to whip his head back to you. It took everything in your entire being not to laugh at the way his eyes nearly bugged out of his head before composing himself. Oh, playing hard to get was he? You could play that game.

“Hi Harry,” You cooed, watching the way he gave you a curt nod before looking away. The struggle not to look at you was visible to you and you reveled in it. Humming softly, you turned to Cisco, hips swaying as you moved. Several pairs of eyes followed your movement, watching as you placed your hands on Cisco’s desk, leaning over, shorts clinging to your round hips as you bent.

Harry’s teeth dug into his bottom lip as he watched your clothes ride up and cling just shy of giving him a view of what he wanted. He knew you were doing this on purpose, that you were testing him. His heart pounded hard in his chest as heat quickly flooded south. He wanted nothing more that to press you flat against that desk, to have your back arch and your a-…..NO. No, he couldn’t do this here.

Tearing his gaze away, Harry glanced about the too, hoping he wasn’t caught blatantly ogling you. He wouldn’t have to worry about that though, nearly everyone in the Cortex doing the very same. The heat that had once tightened in his groin now boiled beneath his skin as he watched the way Barry’s eyes followed your every movement and Cisco was certainly not looking at your eyes as you spoke. Jaw tight, Harry squeezed the marker in his hand. “Ramon! Today!”

This was going to be along day…

And long day it was. Did you know how it killed him to listen to them? To see them practically screwing you with their eyes. The only solace Harry had was knowing that only he would ever be able to touch you in the way they were very clearly dreaming of. Still, that didn’t quell his rising anger and thinning patience. He knew you were egging him on, that you were purposefully flaunting your body around just to get under his skin. Harry didn’t want to give you the satisfaction of winning, but as he heard Cisco flirt for the upteenth time and you giggle at the man’s pitiful humor, Harry thought he was going to lose it.

His movements were sharp as he glared at his equation on the clear board, writing and rewriting as he tried to keep distracted. It was not working – to put it lightly, but the straw that broke the camel’s back was the loud smack that ran through the cortex followed by your yelp of surprise. The voice that followed had Harry seeing red.

“Damn girl! You fine!” Ralph’s voice filled the room, arm slinking back to his side from where he stood several feet away. “Name’s Ralph. New around here, but I gotta say, I like what I see,” he purred in what he believed to be a seductive tone.

Whipping around, Harry was ready to murder. “Out!” He snapped, point to the door. “Now!”

“Aw man, c’mon,” Ralph drawled, chuckling. Reading the room certainly hadn’t been taught to him as a child.

“If you value your ability to have children in the near future, I suggest you leave,” Harry growled out and, judging by the look on the brunette’s face, Ralph got the message loud and clear. Everyone grabbed their things in a flurry of movement, shuffling out of the room – you included.

Of course it wouldn’t be that easy, a firm grip on your arm halting you in your steps. Several pitiful glances washed over you, but the glare in those pretty blues had them rushing out. Your heart pounded in your chest, adrenaline leaving a soft tingle along your flesh. You were getting the reaction you wanted, hopefully the cookie would continue to crumble in your favor.

“I know what you’re doing,” Harry growled in your ear, a shiver racing down your spine.

“Oh? And what would that be?” you spoke with an innocent flutter of your lashes.

“Don’t you dare,” He growled, shoving you back against a nearby desk. Hands gripped your hips and tugged you close, eyes free to rake over your body now. “Wearing this, letting them eye fuck you all day,” he hissed, anger growing as he replayed their looks in his mind.

Smirking you looked up at the scientist through thick lashes. “Yeah? What you gonna do about it….daddy?” you purred. Harry’s eyes dilated at the name and in a swift movement he slammed you face first into the desk. The sound of ripped fabric had you objecting only for a hard smack stealing your breath away.

“..H-Harry,” you gasped, jolting at the second smack that reddened your cheeks. They were sharp and painful, yet the heat was undeniable as it pooled in your center.

“That’s not my name,” he grunted, another smack raining down onto your backside. The moan that whimpered past your sweet lips was music to his ears, heart beat pounding in his chest. All he was was you, all he felt was you, and he was going to make damn sure you felt him.

Your knees were weak, lips parted with hard gasps and cheeks red by the time you were flipped, a hard kiss stealing your breath away. You gave in easily, arms linking around Harry’s neck as his tongue forced it’s way into your mouth. He tasted every inch of you as hands scoured your body. Fingers dipped into the cups of your top, tugging down with no concern for the shreds of fabric he left in his wake. Lips parted with a wet smack only for his mouth to wrap around a pert nipple, the moan that tore from your throat striking him right in his core.

Fingers dove into Harry’s wild hair, back arching high as he sucked harshly. He knew exactly how to touch you to drive you wild. “Fuck….Harry,” you groaned. Almost immediately he popped free, dragging you down the desk as his hand caught your throat.

“That’s. Not. My. Name,” Harry hissed against your lips, eyes low. “Say it right,” He grunted, hand gripping your jaw now as he forced your eyes to gaze into his. “Say it.”

“….Harry,” you smirked, reveling in the way he growled and shoved your head back. His hands fumbled as he tugged his belt off and shoved his jeans down. There was no care in the way he flipped you, dragging you back to his hips as he folded over your back.

“You have one more chance, doll,” he whispered low in your ear. It was your last chance for redemption. A chance you weren’t going to take.

“Or what….Harry?” you gasped, chest heaving as you gulped down much needed air. The growl in your ear sent pleasure straight to your core.

“Just know…this is your fault,” he warned, cock pressing into your wet folds. In one hard thrust he was hilt deep, the scream of pleasure igniting a fire inside of him. You were tight and wet and….god he loved being inside of you. Hissing softly, Harry dragged his hips back before snapping his hips forwards. There was no time to adjust as he set a relentless pace. Your moans echoed around the empty Cortex, hands gripping the edge of the desk so tightly they were turning white.

“What’s….uhn…my name?” Harry grunted, head lifting to gaze down at where the two of you connected, watching himself disappear into your tight heat.

“Oh god….” you gasped, eyes fluttering as each thrust bounced you against the desk. It was hard to think, let alone speak, but you weren’t going to give Harry what he wanted. At least not yet. “H…..Harry,” you spoke with a soft gasp, knees weak as he growled. Fingers dove into your hair, wrapping around the strands as he tugged hard. Your back arched high, Harry’s free hand slamming down against your ass.

“Fuck daddy!” you cried out, knees buckling. Harry smirked behind you, repeating the action and reveling in the moans that filtered from your lips. They were so sinfully sweet. He couldn’t get enough.

“Say it again,” He rasped in your ear, his breathlessness making you whimper. He was so deliciously rough when he was riled up.

“…Yes daddy,” you whined, yelping at the sudden hard thrust. God it felt so good. So so good.

“You’re mine and no one else’s,” Harry huffed, hand releasing your hair. Arms wrapped around your middle as you felt his face tuck into the curve of your neck.

“Yours,” you mumbled incoherently as he thrust hard and fast. One arm braced you against the table, the other reaching back to comb through Harry’s hair, mewling as he hit a particularly sensitive place. “Daddy~!” you whined, hips pressing back to meet each thrust. “Right there,” You gasped.

“Okay baby,” Harry breathed, hand sliding down your curves to your hip to keep that angle. Your cries grew in volume as he abused that sensitive spot and soon you couldn’t hold back. “Daddy…..oh god….Daddy! Daddy I’m…oh!…oh god!….oh…fuck!…fuck!…..Daddy!” Head tossing back, your grip on Harry’s hair tightened as your walls clenched hard around his cock. Your orgasm crashed into you in waves, entire body trembling as you mewled Harry’s name.

His orgasm was right behind yours, cock twitching with each thick rope he coated your walls with. Hard thrusts slowed to a halt as the two of you slumped against the desk. Silence encompassed your tired forms as your hearts settled and breathing regulated.

“Babe?” you hummed, turning in what small space you were allowed.

“Mmm?” Harry mumbled, face still tucked (happily) in the curve of your neck.

“…..Can I borrow some clothes?” you asked softly, voice unable to breach a whisper.

“Oh now you want to be covered?” Harry quipped, peeking at you with a smirk in his eyes.

“Harry…” you whined, only to feel his chuckle rumbled against your back.

“From now on, that outfit is only for me to see,” he grumbled, partially serious as lips met in a gentle kiss.

“Yes Daddy,” you muttered softly, giggling at the way his eyes dilated at the name.

Yeah, Harrison Wells was going to hell….but at least he had you until then.

“I thought- I thought you said you wanted to wait for marriage?” Johnny’s throat is dry, eyes locked on your hand as it moves to the hem of your dress.

“I do. And I am.” Johnny’s eyebrows furrow in confusion. “I want to wait to have sex with another person, Johnny. I didn’t say anything about touching myself.” All the air rushes out of Johnny’s lungs. He’s definitely hard now, blood leaving his brain for his dick. It doesn’t matter that he’s had sex before, or that he has watched way too much porn in his lifetime. Because none of those girls were you.

There’s a slight smirk on your face, though he can tell that you’re a little nervous. There’s uncertainty in your eyes, in your movements. Your hand dips under the material of your dress and he desperately wishes he could see what you’re doing to yourself.

His cock is painfully hard, embarrassingly hard considering barely anything has happened. Johnny doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything but, he’s starting to go insane.

The sweetest sigh leaves your lips and it’s over for him. He palms himself over the fabric of his jeans, which is a bad idea because he needs more. “Y/N, can I…” he trails off, waving his hand vaguely in the direction of his crotch,

You bite your lip, nodding shyly. “Go for it.” Johnny unzips his jeans and stuffs his hand in his boxers, groaning lowly at the relief it brings. You swallow thickly, eyes locked on the movement, even though you can’t see anything. He laughs when he notices and you quickly avert your gaze, embarrassed.

“Sorry, I’ve just never- I’ve never seen a dick before. Not in real life, at least.” You sound so innocent and it fucking- it does something to Johnny.

A sudden rush of boldness overtakes him. “Do you want to see mine?” A shy nod from you, and then he’s pushing his boxers down to mid thigh, his cock springing up. He hisses at the freedom, strokes speeding up just a hair.

Your lips part and you watch him with hooded eyes, hand still between your thighs. Johnny starts to feel self conscious when you don’t say anything, but then you’re leaning closer to get a better look. “Wow. I didn’t expect that.” You look up at him with wide eyes. “That’s supposed to fit inside of me?” He has to bite back a groan at the thought of being able to fuck you, of having you struggle to take his big cock in your tiny hole. “Y-yeah. It’s not as bad as it seems, baby. I’ll take care of you.” It’s silent as you consider this. “Huh, I guess I’m not being fair.” Before Johnny can ask what you mean, you’re scooting back on the mattress, legs spreading a little wider. You slide your underwear down your legs and then you’re bare before him, spread out like the most tantalizing feast. His eyes lock on your center hungrily, glued to the glistening folds, your fingers pumping in and out of your hole.

“Beautiful.” He breathes, struggling for air. His mind short circuits for a minute and he has to tighten his grip on his cock so that he doesn’t come right then. You’re the perfect picture of innocence, wearing the same white sundress that you had worn to church. And yet, you’re also the perfect picture of corruption, your fingers buried in your cunt under your church clothes. A sweet moan leaves your lips and your eyes close. Johnny wants to ruin you.

It’s the sweetest form of torture. You’re so close, close enough that he can hear your ragged breathing, the slick sounds your fingers make as the pump in and out of your core. And yet, he can’t touch, can only watch helplessly with his hand tight around his cock.

“Johnny,” You whine, as if his attention isn’t already on you. One hand has moved up to play with a nipple, and it’s only now that he realizes that you haven’t been wearing a bra. “Johnny, I’m so close.” He’s been waiting to hear those words for months. The arousal that slams into him at your words scares him. “Come on baby, come for me. Pretend those cute fingers of yours are mine, yeah?” You moan considerably louder at that, hips bucking into your own touch.

“I can’t. Your hands are so much bigger.” Your movements have turned erratic, sloppily fucking yourself as you chase your high. “Would feel so much nicer. Oh, holy- oh.” You barely manage to pant out the rest of your sentence before you come, gripping tightly onto the sheets below you. The moans that leave you are so utterly sinful. Johnny’s never heard anything better in his entire life.

He needs to come but he doesn’t want to miss a single second of this. Of your beautiful body twitching and shaking on the mattress, of your thumb rubbing desperately at your clit, fingers still pumping. You turn your head to look at him when you come down, a glazed, fucked out look in your eyes. He’s gone as soon as you make eye contact.

Low grunts of your name leave him as he comes, ears ringing as he’s hit with wave after wave of pleasure. Come pools in his hand, some shooting up and landing on his clothes. You watch the whole time, still panting from your own orgasm.

his first handjob

soft smut

y.j.g + fem!reader

a/n : some people are NOT going to like this but if you don’t feel comfortable reading this, PLEASE do not read and DON’T INTERACT. I write for those who want to read this, and yes, Jeongin is old enough for smut, so please, if you don’t see him in any sexual way, just avoid this. thank you.

Jeongin’s eyes sparkled as he watched an intense scene on the laptop as you both watched a movie. Maybe he wasn’t experienced, but what’s so wrong seeing two people making out? Why’d he look away? Could it be because you were there with him?

You paused the movie.

“Jeongin, why did you look away?”

“I don’t know” he chuckled, turning to you. His ears were burning red along with his cheeks. Oh my gosh, he’s so shy.

“Is it because you’re shy, flustered, or is it because I’m here?” 

He swallowed thickly as he looked down at his lap, trying to think of an answer. One half of him told him to lie, pretend that he’s just not comfortable, while the other half of him told him to go ahead and tell you the truth. He was thinking carefully because once he has decided, there will be no turning back.

“Everything that you’ve mentioned” he blurted out, slapping himself in his head for saying what he really didn’t want to say. Or did he? The need was too agonizing after all.

Your eyes widened and you smiled, taking his hand in yours. It was bigger so yours fit just perfectly. Jeongin’s eyes turned to the intertwined hands, then, to your eyes.

“Listen… I know you’re not experienced. Do you want me to change that?”

He blinks “But are you ready?”

“Don’t worry, I won’t go straight to hopping on you. I will just help you with your frustration this time. How does that sound?” you bit your lip shyly, not noticing how your palm was already laid on his soft thigh.

Jeongin hesitated for a bit but accepted your offer and nodded, receiving a loving kiss from you.

You pushed the laptop further to the end of the bed and laid on your side, wrapping your leg around Jeongin’s. He watched each and every move of yours carefully, his hands shaking and eyes watering at the thought of experiencing something that his hormones were wilding for.

Slowly, but with desire, you untied the laces of his sweatpants, pulling them down as Jeongin lifted his hips. Planting kisses just above his boxers you heard his inhale sharply, and you looked over to make sure you can keep going. Jeongin nodded and you nodded back at him, continuing to rile him up.

Palming him through the boxers you massaged it a bit, pulling his underwear down carefully to expose his semi-hard length. Jeongin looked so cute yet so concentrated, you couldn’t help but smile at the way both excitement and need showed on his face.

You took his shaft in your hand and spread the pre-cum all over the tip and a bit under it, small whimpers escaping his mouth as you touched him mildly. While massaging his length, you lifted yourself up and propped yourself on your elbow, leaning in to kiss Jeongin. He moaned in your mouth and cupped your face gently, adding tongue to the lustful kiss.

“Can you go faster?” he suddenly pleaded, staring right into your glistening eyes. You hummed a yes and circled your wrist faster, adoring how Jeongin frowned, his lips parted and his lip was drawn in between his teeth. He looked so beautiful, you wondered why he has never asked you to do this to help him. Gosh, Jeongin being shy is the sweetest thing.

His hips shook and hands gripped on the bedsheets when he caught his high. And to be fair, Jeongin sounded so nice moaning your name, it made you want to hear that non-stop. The way he moaned was adorable yet hot, melodious and memorable.

You kissed him again “How was it?”

“It… It was very good. Thank you” his cheeks reddened as he smiled and it made you giggle.

“You’re the cutest”

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y.j.g + fem!reader

fully dom!Jeongin, protection used, loud reader

“He’s not experienced, he can’t be. He’s only eighteen” you scoffed, waving it off.

“Jeongin?” Chan giggled, “oh trust me, he’s definitely experienced enough”

Your eyes widened and you swallowed thickly, sipping on your favorite drink as you regretted thinking that Jeongin was a virgin. 

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Trouble Sleeping

Summary: A short fic of how Y/N and Rooster handle going to bed angry based on this prompt by @littlewhispersofsolitude!

Pairing: Rooster x Fem!reader

Warnings: Pure fluff

A/N: Just something short and fluffy that I got inspiration for. Hope you enjoy! Thank you to @callsign-fox for always being willing to read these for me!

Y/N wasn’t sure how she had gotten to this point, but her and Bradley had been arguing for the last few hours over something so trivial, she couldn’t even remember what it was.

The only thing she knew is that Bradley was more upset with her than she was with him. Y/N may have said some hurtful things that she didn’t mean and had tried to apologize, but Bradley had really taken them to heart.

While the couple didn’t argue a ton, they were both very hotheaded people that always tried to have the last word. The few times they did fight, it wasn’t always pretty. The one thing Y/N and Bradley agreed upon when they first moved in together, was that if either of them were angry with one another, they would still share the same bed, and not distance themselves in a guest bedroom.

They made that rule as a way to show that even if they were upset, they were willing to work things out. They didn’t have to enforce the rule often, but they hadn’t broken it yet in their five years together.

Even though he was pissed at her, Brad got ready for the night and settled into their shared bed because he wasn’t about to break their rule. He remained quiet, watching her as she brushed her teeth. The man knew she wanted to settle this before going to sleep, but he wasn’t quite ready to talk to her.

Y/N glanced at him sadly from the doorway of their bathroom once she was finished. “Does this mean you won’t cuddle me tonight?”

“I’m not really in the mood tonight, Y/N.” He pulled the comforter over his body and turned to the lamp on his bedside table to turn it off, remaining with his back turned towards her.

She pouted and made her way to their bed, kneeling beside him, trying to lighten the mood. “You know I don’t sleep well if you’re not cuddling me.”

Even though she couldn’t see his full expression, she could tell he was annoyed. “Y/N, please don’t make me break our rule. I’m really tired and I have to be up early.”

That made her retreat with a huff, not wanting to argue further. Y/N rolled over onto her side, turning off her lamp as well. The only source of light was now the moonlight peaking through the curtains.

She made one last attempt to apologize, knowing tonight she wouldn’t be able to sleep without his arms around her.

“I really am sorry babe. But I promise you, I will get my cuddles.”

“Not gonna happen.”

She frowned as she picked at a loose string on the comforter, quickly throwing out an “I love you?” She was posing it as more of a question than a statement because she was unsure of how he’d take to it. She also couldn’t go to bed without saying it, she needed him to know.

Rooster muttered a quick “I love you too”, not wanting to be too harsh on her, even if her words from earlier had hurt.

After a half an hour, Y/N still hadn’t fallen asleep, so she shifted in bed to lay down on her back. Bradley hadn’t stirred, so she figured he was already out. She closed her eyes once more, willing herself to fall asleep.

Another thirty minutes had passed and she still hadn’t come close to feeling sleepy. She turned and wiggled a few more times, trying to get more comfortable. It just wasn’t working.

Before she knew it, Bradley had flopped himself on top of her, and she instantly stilled.

“Stop. Moving.”

She stayed silent for a few moments as he wrapped his arms around her. The weight of his body on top of her immediately made her feel calm.

Y/N, was suddenly feeling courageous enough to speak, smirking, even though he couldn’t see her.

“I told you I’d get my cuddles.”

She heard Bradley grunt in disagreement.

“I’m doing this for me, not for you. I’d never sleep with you tossing and turning like that.”

She hadn’t replied back for a few moments when she heard Bradley speak again, his voice a bit more hushed this time around.

“Do you really think my mustache is stupid?”

Y/N frowned and was quick to respond while grabbing his hand to lace their fingers together.

“No, Roo. I don’t think it’s stupid. I find it quite sexy actually. I’m really sorry I said that.”

Bradley’s arm tightened around her and pulled her closer. He kissed the top of her head before nuzzling his head in the crook of her neck.

“Thank god, I really didn’t want to have to shave it.”

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