#but yeah . . . nothing else to say and my eyes are watering from yawning so i’m going to sleep 🚶

[daengtokki]

Warm

Kim Seungmin/Female Reader

wc: 2.5k

rating: fluff/explicit/18+ (contains oral sex) ಇ

contains: domestic idol!Seungmin — oneshot written as a continuation of Blind Date! ૮ฅ・ﻌ・აฅ

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The room is cold. The two blankets you have tucked up over your head aren’t doing very much at all. You could get out of bed and turn the thermostat up, but that would require leaving this nest that you worked so hard to warm up.

-

It can’t possibly be morning though, so why are you awake? It feels like night still. It feels dark and cold and very very quiet.

You run your hand across the chilly sheet and feel for a body. Seungmin’s body. He’s not there. Why wouldn’t he be there? Now you’re forced to peek out and investigate. The room is pitch black, curtain closed tight, tv turned off (you distinctly remember falling asleep with it still on).

But the door is cracked, just a little bit. The faintest glow is coming through, and you can tell right away that it’s coming from the kitchen, possibly the living room.

You yell out his name, but it comes out like a feeble, sleepy groan. Shit, I’ll have to get up.

You try yelling again. This time it echoes through the room, but you’re not sure it made it through the crack in the door and into the kitchen. He doesn’t answer.

Slowly you sit up, keeping one of the blankets wrapped tight around your shoulders and chest. You swing your legs up and over the side of the bed and search the floor for a pair of slippers. None.

The bedroom is carpeted, but nothing else in the house is. Touching your feet down here is no big deal, so you tiptoe to the dresser and pull out a pair of his socks. It takes some work to get into them, seeing as how your joints are frozen, but you manage.

Now to find Seungmin. He doesn’t mind the cold as much as you do, but he can’t be enjoying this.

The floor creaks as you cross the hallway. It’s definitely one of the kitchen light glowing, but the living room is lit up now as well. He’s standing by the kitchen sink, electric kettle in one hand, the other stuffed into his hoodie pocket.

“Minnie!”

He jumps, spilling water hot water onto the counter. “Fuck!”

“Sorry.” You shuffle closer to him, “I yelled for you, twice.”

“Why are you being so sneaky?!”

“I yelled for you!” You whisper it this time. “Why is it so cold? Why are you up?”

“The heat won’t kick on.” He finished pouring hot water into his mug. “And I woke up…couldn’t get back to sleep. Do you want some?”

You look into the mug as he stirs his hot chocolate, “yes please…you know, this never happened at my old apartment.”

“Your old apartment was always a thousand degrees.

“Yeah, that’s true.”

He gets into the cupboard again and pulls out your mug. “Pick one.” He gives you two different hot chocolate options. You choose the mocha one.

“My body knew you weren’t there.”

“That’s cute.”

“I know,” you walk up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist. He’s still pretty warm. “Are you coming back to bed?”

He mmhmm’s you and hands you your mug, “we will worry about the heat tomorrow, I guess.”

“Good.”

——

You set your mug on the bedside table and crawl back into your chilly pile of blankets. Seungmin finds the tv remote first and clicks it back on before doing the same. The glow in the room makes it feel a little warmer; the hot chocolate helps a little, too.

“Your legs are cold.” He pulls you a little closer when you wrap yourself around him. “Pants would probably help.”

“Yours are warm.”

“You’re gonna suck all of the warm out of me.”

“That’s usually the plan.” You bury your face against his side and relax. He yawns and pushes himself a little further under the covers. It’s comfortable. And it’s warm.

“Seungmin?”

He lets out a soft yeah. It’s almost a whisper, and it sends a little chill down your back. You almost forget what you were going to say.

“I’m not very tired anymore.”

“You just have to get warm again.” He rubs his hand in circles over your back, but that just wakes you up even more. “Close your eyes.”

Instead of closing your eyes, your fingers find the hem of his hoodie and make their way underneath. You can hear his reaction in your head before he even notices what you’re doing.

He flinches and you can feel his stomach flex under your cold palm, “no no no!” His sets his hand over yours on top of the fabric and kicks his feet, but you have him trapped. “You’re so mean.”

You pull your hand back out and push yourself up on the bed a little, just until you’re face to face with him. He’s smiling—you kiss around his mouth until he closes his lips for you. But you only peck them once before moving along his jaw and to his neck.

“Oh, you’re really not tired.”

“Are you? I can stop.” You climb on top of him anyway and work your way across his throat—at least where you can get to with his clothes still in the way.

“I’m good.”

You shove both hands under his hoodie and slowly move your palms up either side of him. His hips shift under you; stomach tightens, a little sound escapes his lips.

“Your hands are so cold,” he laughs and brings you in closer, pulling the blanket up over your shoulders at the same time. “Come here.”

You latch onto his mouth again and kiss hard until he relaxes into his mound of pillows. One of your hands move down from his ribs and along the outside of his waist and hip, kneading gently until you get a handful of thigh. He jumps a bit— he’s ticklish— but settles back immediately when you soften your touch.

He makes more room for you between his legs. You take the opportunity to slide your open palm to his inner thigh and underneath his shorts. Seungmin moans into your mouth when you touch him, and then giggles, “just take them off, please don’t tease me.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t.” You can’t tease him the way he teases you, you’re too impatient for that. “I mean, I will…” you sit up on your knees and look at him. The blanket slips from your back and piles up behind you, “…take them off,” you finish your thought as you look down at his legs spread open in front of you.

He’s propped up on his elbows, looking down at himself, and then at you. You reach behind for the blanket and throw it over your head, and then disappear under it.

“So I don’t get to wa—” he stops abruptly and laughs. “Oh, be gentle please.”

“I always am,” your voice is muffled between him and the thick blanket. You pull gently at the waistband of his shorts until they come down just a bit, showing more soft skin. You place a kiss there and Seungmin flinches and you can see him hard and twitching beneath the fabric already.

“That’s teasing.”

You sush into his stomach and wrap your hand around him, still keeping his shorts on. He bucks his hips up again, this time much harder, so your hand slides smoothly over him. When he settles back on the bed, you pull down the fabric until the head of his cock peeks out. You put your lips on him and listen carefully for any little sound he might make.

He doesn’t disappoint. His groan comes out husky, and his stomach sucks in as he keeps himself steady. Your tongue slides up and over, and then down the length of him, getting him as wet as possible.

Just as you’re working him as far into your mouth as you can manage, you feel a cold burst of air. You don’t let it distract you, but as you slowly come back up, you sneak a look at him, and he’s smiling down at you. You can just make him out in the glow of the tv.

“That’s much better,” he says it in almost a whisper, “do it again.”

You don’t look at him, but you listen. His cock disappears completely in your mouth again. You hold him in as long as you can manage, and right before you slowly release him, you feel his hand brush the side of your face.

Now you lock eyes as you slide him out, making a mess of spit as you go. His mouth hangs open a little and one corner of his mouth twitches into a grin. You take him fully in your mouth once more before wrapping your fingers around him.

Seungmin lays back and sighs, enjoying the steady grip of your hand and the warmth of your mouth. You listen to the little hitches in his breath as you speed up—slow down—speed up a little more.

Suddenly his hand is on the back of your neck. You didn’t notice him sit up again. Now he’s looking down on you, gripping you tight but letting you keep your own pace.

You moan when he hits the back of your throat, and he holds you there.

“Do you like that?” He speaks softly, still kneading into your neck, but gently, and with just enough pressure to keep you there.

Another moan to answer him. Your eyes start to water, and you pull him in a little deeper even though you know you shouldn’t. You need to come up for air.

He senses it and softens his grip on you, runs his hand down your back until he can reach the hem of your sweatshirt, and pulls it up. The tips of his fingers tickle as he slowly moves them over your skin, and you have no choice but to release him. You put your hands to work so you can catch your breath.

“That’s good,” he wipes at your messy lower lip with his thumb and holds your gaze as you stroke him. His eyes flutter closed and he bites down on his lip to try and stifle a groan, but it comes out like a desperate mmm instead. He laughs at himself before looking down at you again.

“It must be,” you get up on your knees and pull him closer with your free hand so you can kiss him, but all you manage is a few bites at his lower lip. He grabs your hips and pushes you down hard on the blankets.

Just for a moment, you remember the coldness in the room, but Seungmin is on top of you before it matters. He kisses at your neck and pulls at the collar to get to more skin. His hands reach under your sweatshirt and fingers brush over hard nipples, but doesn’t attempt to pull it off of you. In fact, he pulls it back down over your stomach as he kisses further and further down.

“You’re still cold,” he laughs and hooks his fingers in the band of your underwear, slides then down your legs and discards them. Then his hoodie comes off— also thrown to the floor, before he leans forward and sucks at the skin on your inner thigh.

This he does for an achingly long time, because he’s much more patient than you, and so much of his pleasure comes from the wait. Even when you whine his name, he acts like he doesn’t hear—just keeps kissing and licking at his own pace.

Eventually though, he does give in. His hands slide roughly over your thighs and he pushes them even further apart. You feel his warm breath on you first, then his mouth. The contrast of the cold room and the heat of his tongue gives you goosebumps all over.

You know he’s holding himself back, but it’s still enough to get a whimper out of you. He moans back in response, and then the heat is gone. When you peek down at him, he’s looking back, mouth hovering inches above you.

“Minnie…”

“Yeeaaah?”

He goes back down and kisses your thigh again.

“Stop”

“I did”

“You’re a jerk”

“I know,” he closes his mouth over you and runs his tongue up until he hits your clit. His lips close around it and he licks gently until you push your hips into his face. You can feel his teeth graze lightly against you, and it makes you shudder.

You push into him again and reach down to run your fingers into his hair. He lets out a gravelly moan and you feel the vibration run through you, but he holds you down to keep you from moving.

Lips close tight around your clit again so he can suck. You can hear the little kissing noises he deliberately makes every time he releases you and latches back on again. It’s too much, and you feel yourself getting close to coming. You were already halfway there before he pushed you back onto the bed.

He stops again—makes his way back to your thighs—sits up again and looks at you, gives you his best cute, innocent smirk. It would be innocent, if it wasn’t for the wet mess all over his lips and chin. He dives back down and teases…uses the tip of his tongue to just barely touch you. It sends little sparks of pleasure through you, but it’s not enough. He knows that.

You tug his hair again. It gets his mouth moving. He licks and kisses, and you have to focus on not coming yet, because you want it to last so much longer. He adjusts himself for better leverage, and two fingers slide in easily, reaching and pushing at just the right spot. He presses and licks hard, like he’s trying to make his tongue and fingers meet.

Seungmin looks up at you, lips tight around your clit. You can’t hold it off anymore. It rises again, slowly. You’re warm all over, your thighs start to shake despite his grip on them. A smile lights up in his eyes when you buck your hips to his mouth. You let yourself cry out, a mix of fuck and oh god and Minnie fills the room.

He lightens his touch and flicks his tongue across you until your hips lift and you cry out again, loud enough to echo through the room. The release lasts longer than you expect, and he doesn’t slow down until your moans turn into steady, heavy breaths.

But when you settle, he keeps eating, unable to get enough. You reach for his hair and pull again, because now you’re too sensitive and his mouth is too much.

He stops, gives you a moment, then slides his tongue over you once more, just to see your body shake again.

“Minnie,” you breath out, this time a little more coherent. He’s kissing his way up your stomach, but you hear his little hmm? from under your sweatshirt. “Come here.”

You gently tug at him until he pops out and looks at you with sleepy eyes.

He plants a loud kiss under your jaw. “Yes?”

“I wasn’t finished with you.”

“No, that finished me,” he laughs into your ear and tucks his arms underneath you. “Now I’m tired.”

“And cold.”

Seungmin lifts and drops you down on the pillows before pulling the blankets up to his neck. He folds himself around you, pulls you tight against him, and places a kiss on top of your head.

[smooth-perceval]

“Pinky promise.”

Paddock x Driver!Reader

Carlos Sainz x Fem!Reader

Max, Lando, Charles (friendships)

Summary: Reader closes off from her 4 closest friends- little did she know 2 years later she would be happily married to one.

Warning: !!Suicidal Ideation!! Depression, angst, mentions of a crash, marriage mentioned, A BABY- and a lot of tears, a lot of just sadness tbh… flashbacks, switching of POVS. Google translate… no proof read as always.

Key: Y/N (Your Name), Y/L/N (Your last name)

Word count: 2,329

A/N: I’m sad again… so this me just getting out my emotions I guess.

CHARLES POV

“Y/L/N, you okay?” There she stood in a corner alone, just staring at the wall, quickly her head turned to me- confusion written on her face.

“Huh? Wha- yeah, yeah.” Nodding her head, she offered me a small smile crouching down getting her water bottle.

“You ready?” Tilting my head slightly at her, she nodded her head once again… both walking out onto the track ready for the fan parade.

She wasn’t in it, you could see it. The past 3 weeks I’ve found her staring at walls, standing alone somewhere, just complete in her own world. So I always made it my job to go over and get her, pull her out of that…

She was depressed… and would never ask for help no matter how much I tried getting through to her.

I’m trying Carlos-

MAX POV

“Hello?” A faint crackle was heard on the other end of the line, it was 1:13am… I was woken by the ringing and just pressed answer to the call.

“Max…?” There that timid voice was, and my heart ached all over again.

“Y/N? You okay?” Sitting up in my bed, the line fell silent.

“Y/N… you there?” I put the phone on speaker trying to hear anything better. Until a sniffle was heard.

“Yeah… still here.” Sighing into the phone.

“Still.” Heart taking a beat… “here.” Her voice cracked, and that shattered my heart. It’s like she couldn’t believe herself.

“Max…?”

“I’m still here.”

Yawning I slid back down the bed laying the phone on the pillow next to my face.

“I’m so tired…”

“Go to sleep, you need it.”

Silence filled both rooms, little did I understand what her ‘tired’ was. She was tired of this all- whatever she was battling she was tired of.

“Goodnight Max.” She whispered down the line.

“I’ll see you on track” smiling a little to myself she ended the call. I didn’t realise she meant tired mentally and physically not until speaking to all the boys.

I’m trying my best Carlos…

LANDO POV

Walking into the GPDA, saying my hello’s to the few that where there. My eyes scanned the room always for her. Since she closed herself off I’ve been nothing but worried for her.

And she was here, the back of the room, sunken down in her seat with her arms across her chest. Just staring ahead at the rows of chairs.

Her eyes were red, lips slightly swollen- she had been crying it was pretty obvious. And she doesn’t try and hide it anymore, or so I think… I always know when she’s had a cry.

Ignoring everyone else, I sat down a few seats next to her, I left 2 seats between us both. If she doesn’t wanna talk we don’t talk… but at least she knows I’m here, if she does- then she can call the shots.

“Morning Y/N…” offering her a small smile, I bent over in my seat putting my drink on the floor, glancing up at her.

Slowly but surely she broke out of her trance turning to look at me, and there it was that fibbing smile, the one I never believed. It doesn’t reach her eyes anymore, in fact it perks up at the corners. Just a little tweak either side…

“Hi Lan” if I hadn’t leant closer… I wouldn’t have heard her. She looked so defeated and I couldn’t help.

“You okay?” It wasn’t the right question to ask. And yet even so she just waved it off, a fake laugh leaving her.

“I’m okay.” She looked down at my drink, smiling still.

“I’m fine.” And then her smile faltered, cracked a little a showed me her.

“No really I’m okay.”

I didn’t know what to do in the moment it’s like she was spiralling down a rabbit hole, letting her mind take control.

“It’s okay…” I slid one seat over and took her hand in mine giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Your here… your okay.” She squeezed my hand back, before standing up and taking a deep breath, dropping my hand she reached up re-adjusting her hat. “I need the loo…” and like that she barged passed Oscar and out the door.

We’re trying to reach you- I promise we will help you Y/L/N.

Carlos walked in not long after Y/N flew out, his eyes on me like a question to what went on.

Man… I’m trying Carlos.

CARLOS POV

I gave up, I spent every winking minute of the day thinking about her, is she okay? What is she doing? Is she just staring into the abyss again? What?

Nobody knows what got her so low and it pained me to see her like it. She was lost- and her herself didn’t know where she was, now that was scary.

Trying to reach out to a woman, who doesn’t even know where she is herself… it’s like walking through a maze in the dark.

I wasn’t having it anymore. I was going to find her, wether she tries to run or not I was finding her.

“Y/N!” Walking down the ‘halls’ I caught a glimpse of her head as she barged through people, she had just ran out of a press conference- me and Charles following straight after her.

Walking behind her I caught a glimpse of Lando who had just watched her speed walk by, now following suit he chased behind her.

When we last red bull, Charles grabbed ahold of Max’s arm forcing him to follow along.

Our March soon came to a halt when we was met with a closed door. Leaning forward I knocked, pressing my head against the door.

“Y/N… let us in-please.”

“No.” Her voice was heard clearly through the door, and it was like I could feel the heat of her, as she was pressed against the other side.

“Please Y/N…” Charles stepped forward also somewhat moving me out the way.

“Just- let me be alone…” a sniffle was heard.

The boys all stood back defeated. “Come mate.” Patting my shoulder, I looked over at them all.

“No. I’m staying.” They all looked at me, sympathetic. Or maybe that I was going crazy- I wasn’t. I was just needing some closure from her.

“Let us know if anything okay?” Lando looked between us all before looking back at me. Only offering him a simple nod they all walked away.

With a loud sigh, I slid my side down the door my back pressed against the wall behind me.

“I’m not going anywhere querida.” (Darling)

Shuffling was heard from her side of the door, before her quiet voice spoke out.

“You promise?”

“Pinky swear.”

Looking down at my feet, I see her shadow from underneath the door.

Smiling to myself I watched as in the tightest space she still wiggled her pinky finger underneath the door.

“Pinky swear.” I can hear the smile in her voice, and I reached down wrapping my pinky around what I can of hers. She is slowly shining through.

Keep trying Carlos.

Y/N POV

“Them boys wanted to know what was wrong… and the difficult part was, I didn’t know. I felt so fucking numb, I couldn’t explain my head- because if I did I’d seem crazy. And at this point I did seem crazy to the media… and yet nobody reached out just them 4 boys. They was keeping me going, because if they didn’t… well I’d say I wouldn’t be here.”

Where would you be?

“Probably dead… that’s the truth. You see people don’t explain depression, they don’t explain the feeling, you know the feeling that your worthless- your body in the same routine day in day out.”

Looking down at my hands I chewed at my bottom lip looking back up at the camera crew.

“Your body shuts down on you- and your mind plays tricks, makes you not see the point in the world- it tells you to give up… because that’s easier then carrying on.” Breathing in deeply, my face got hot as I felt the urge to cry. “The boys over time got me to see my point in life… made me realise I was worth a chance… you know?” Fiddling with my fingers a sob escaped me.

“I love them boys so much.” Tears in my eyes I then looked up at the ceiling. “I’m sorry- this is just all a tough subject…”

Take your time-

Looking back down at the crew I nodded my head.

“I’m okay…” shuffling in my seat I then looked at the small tv, looking back at the highlights.

“It was just difficult man…” my voice trailed off as it cuts to a photo of me standing at the back of a room hugging myself, tears in my eyes. I looked so broken.

“I don’t even know who that girl is” my heart reached out to her- that wasn’t me… I looked so lost and confused. The photo cuts off again to a video of me and my crash back at Silverstone.

2 YEARS PRIOR

Letting go of my wheel, my car finally collided with the wall, the wind somewhat knocked out of me as I breathed in and out heavily. I pressed my hands pressed against my helmet before hitting my own head multiple times.

“Your so fucking stupid.” The muffled radio synced with me hitting everything around me in the car was seen on the big screens. Before it then switched to a car stopped not far behind me in the gravel. Another crash… or so I thought.

I just sat there in the car, I couldn’t care what happened wether I got out this car… wether I didn’t. It all did not matter.

“Get out the car.” A hand gripped onto my arm pulling me slightly. Guess it wasn’t my time, sighing I started unbuckling myself before the person pulled me up and out the car.

Swinging my legs over I sat atop of the halo before sliding down, getting dragged away by the person that pulled me out-

And as if just on time, a loud gasp came from the crowds. Turning around now quite a few feet away from the car, the flames reflected off my visor, now walking backwards, I felt a lump in my throat. It really wasn’t my time… the car set alight as soon as I was a distance away. I say and waited for it- and nothing…

Two hands gripped my shoulders forcing me to look at them, there he stood Carlos. Visor up, the fire burning in his eyes.

“Are you stupid!” He flicked my visor up looking me in the eyes. “Are you?!” Nodding my head slightly, I was in mere shock really… I was stupid. How stupid was I-

“When you crash that bad! You get out the car as fast as you can!” Shaking my body a little like he was trying to wake me up, he then stepped back, fiddling and pulling his helmet off.

“That could’ve have been you-” pointing at the now extinguished car. I just stared at him, watching as his face turned more red by the moment.

Stepping back forward he tilted my head back, fiddling with the strap of my helmet before pulling it off.

“If I didn’t stop my car you would’ve stayed there Y/N! Do you realise what your doing to yourself?! Your literally killing yourself-” tears formed in his eyes, the realisation hitting him, that I didn’t care wether I stayed in there or not.

“You stopped your car?” My lip trembled, before I fell into him hugging him tight.

“I knew you would do something stupid… I’m glad I did.”

“I’m so sorry… I’ve ruined your race!”

“I don’t care about the race- I care about you.” Squeezing me tight he hid his face in my neck, inhaling deeply like he had to ensure I was real. “You scared the hell out of me…” mumbling against my neck, if possible he squeezed me tighter.

“You saved me…”

“And I would do it again.”

PRESENT DAY

Smiling at the video, I looked away and at the camera crew.

“It wasn’t just the car he saved me from, he saved me from myself. And I’m forever in his debt.” Smiling at the frozen video of me and Carlos holding each other tight.

“You know that day, I realised how bad I was… I was okay with the intentions of staying in that car and never getting back out… but what made me realise was the fact that the car didn’t set alight until I was out, it’s crazy right-” shaking my head in disbelief. I looked up. “I think Carlos was crazier, bringing his race to an end for this silly girl.” Shaking my head even more with a loving smile.

“I think I knew then I was going to marry him. That was crazier than half the thoughts I had in my head at the time- that’s for sure.” Laughing a little, I twirled my rings around in my fingers- humming happily, “He really is the love of my life, just took me a while to realise it…” I straightened up giving my attention to the camera.

“Now, I’m sure you’ve all been wondering, where did I disappear to- well… after mine and Carlos honeymoon, we officially found our forever home together… and well-” looking behind the camera I nodded my head.

Soon sitting down next to me was Carlos, and our little boy asleep in his arms.

“I’d like you all to meet, Antonio.” Carlos looked at me smiling before tilting his body so the camera can see our baby.

“He looks just like her no?” Carlos looked around at the crew nudging me. And slowly creeping onto the camera was the other three boys, all wrapping us up in their arms.

“Thank you-” smiling wide at the camera, I was genuinely happy… and I’m never letting this feeling go again.

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Hey! Here's a little thing I wrote for @sincerely-sofie 's The Present is a Gift AU with her characters Twig and Kip. I wanted to get it out sooner, but alas life happened and I was unable to work on it as much as a wanted to. This is also the first time I've done any sort of creative writing in years, so hopefully it isn't too bad. Anyways, here it is! I hope you like it :)

The Sunrise

It was dawn when Kip woke up. It was rather early and he was still tired, but he rolled out of bed to go check on Twig. He knew she probably wanted her space, but he couldn’t help worrying about her more than usual after the previous few days’ events. He yawned and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, then quietly cracked open the door of Twig’s room. His heart skipped a beat when he saw that she wasn’t there. He rubbed his eyes again to make sure he was seeing right. Yup. Twig wasn’t there. Feeling panic begin to set in, Kip took a moment to breath and recollect himself.

“Calm down, there’s NO need to be freaking out about this,” he thought. “Twig likes going on walks when she needs to clear her head, or if she wants to be alone to think on something. She’s probably just doing that. She’s been through a ton the past few days, so it makes sense that she would want to do that. She’ll probably be back here soon.”

Despite knowing that, Kip decided to make a quick check outside anyway. He was already pretty awake after the initial shock of Twig’s absence, and taking a look couldn’t hurt. Maybe he could watch the sunrise while he was out there. He hadn’t done that in a while, and it would be a good way to unwind for a bit after the stress of the past week.

Apparently Twig had the same idea, because she was already sitting near the edge of the cliff looking off into the distance. She was visibly ok, and even seemed less tense than she had been recently. Despite this, Kip felt the need to make sure she was actually fine. He knew too well how Twig feels the need to hide anything that ails her from everyone no matter how serious it is, so it was going to take more than just visual evidence to convince him.

“How’ve you been holding up?” Kip asked as he approached. Twig jumped a little and spun her head around, relaxing again once she realized it was just him.

“Jeez dude, you scared me! Did you have to sneak up on me like that?”

“Oh no, I didn’t mean to startle you!” Kip responded. He hurried over to where Twig was and sat down next to her. “I just wanted to check up on how you were doing. I saw you weren’t in you room and I-”

Twig cut him off. “Relax man, I’m just giving you a hard time.” She gave him a playful punch to the arm. “And, umm. I’ve definitely been better. I think I’ve cried more than enough for an entire lifetime over the past few days. Maybe even two lifetimes. I didn’t even know fire types were capable of producing that much water.”

Kip chuckled at that. “Yeah, but it needed to happen, you know. That’s what you get for being silly and stupid and somehow convincing yourself that none of us like you.”

Twig sighed. “I know, I know, you’re right. It doesn’t mean I have to like it though. It’s physically AND mentally exhausting.”

“I feel you there. I feel worn out, and I haven’t cried anywhere near as much as you!”

“Yup. I totally have you beat.”

Kip gave her a baffled look. “Are you seriously bragging about how you’ve cried more than me?”

“I sure am. I gotta take my wins when I can get ‘em.”

He burst out laughing at that. “Well, if your jokes are anything to go off of, I’d say you’re holding up pretty well. Seems to me like the funny Twig I know and love is finally starting to come back. I guess I was worried about nothing.”

Twig shrugged. “I guess.” 

Neither one of them said anything else for a while. They sat in silence and watched the sun slowly climb higher on the horizon. It was one of the sunrises with lots of pink mixed in with the oranges and yellows; the kind that Twig loved the most. The sea below them glistened like gemstones, with rolling waves that shimmered in the bright light. Kip had almost forgotten how beautiful the sunrise was at Sharpedo Bluff. Sure, he could watch the sunrise when he was away on his expedition, but they just weren’t the same there as they were here. Besides, he was with Twig now, which made it even better.  

Kip smiled. “I missed this,” he murmured.

“Missed what?” Twig asked.

“This. Watching the sunrise with you. Going on walks. Just talking. You know, enjoying the little things in life with you.”

“Dude, you know you can still do those things without me right?”

“I guess, but they wouldn’t be the same. You’re what makes them special.”

They were both quiet for a bit. Twig was first to speak again. “Dang, I really messed up a lot of stuff with my dumb thoughts then. Sorry about that.”

“How many times do I have to tell you to stop apologizing for that!?” Kip responded. “None of us blame you for any of that stuff. If anything, it’s MY fault for not doing anything sooner despite seeing through all of your terrible lies. Besides, it’s in the past now. All we can do is focus on what we can do now, in the present.”

“I guess you’re right.” she said. “You know dude, if you really wanted to hang out with me THAT badly, you could’ve just asked.”

“Ok, noted. You’d better be prepared for lots of requests then if that’s what it’s gonna take.” Kip glanced over at Twig. Her expression was a bit troubled, as if she was contemplating something he had said. Seeing that, he nudged her and spoke again. 

“You know I meant it right? What I said before.” 

Twig turned her head to look at him. “What? The part about how me being there somehow makes things better?”

“Yeah, that one. I want to make sure that sticks with you, because you seem to be quick to forget it. You’re an amazing person. I know it’s hard for you to see it right now, but we all really do care for you more than you could imagine. And it doesn’t matter how long it takes you to convince yourself of all that, because all of us are happy to remind you as many times as it takes. Nothing you think or say or do will ever change that.”

Twig’s eyes started watering at that. “Seriously dude,” she croaked. “I was just complaining about how I was tired of crying. Did you really have to go and make me-”

Kip pulled her into a hug, cutting her off. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me Twig. You always will be. Please don’t ever forget that.”

They stayed like that for a while. Kip held Twig there for as long as she needed to cry. After a bit, Twig slowly pulled away and took a moment to wipe the tears out of her eyes and regain her composure. 

“You good now?” Kip asked her.

“Yeah, I think so. I think I actually feel a bit better than before, funny enough.” She shifted her gaze back to the horizon, where the sun had climbed a bit higher over the ocean. They sat there quietly, simply enjoying each other’s presence. For the first time in a while, it seemed as if everything was truly at peace. 

Twig eventually broke the silence. “You know what? I missed this a lot too. This is nice.”

“Yeah,” Kip said, nodding in agreement. “This is nice.”

[shih-coulda-had-it]

Can you do a story where sorahiko gets turned into a baby similar to the one that was made for nana ?

wc: 883

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When Nana opens her front door, the last thing she expects to see is a teary-eyed Toshinori brandishing a tiny, chubby-faced and stubby-legged Gran Torino.

“What,” she says, staring down. “Toshinori, work ended like two hours ago!”

“I know, I know,” says Toshinori. “We were picking up dinner, and there was a burglary that no one else was dealing with, so I said that I’d deal with it, but then Gran Torino told me to pay and left on his own! I followed him, though! And--and I couldn’t stop the thief from using his Quirk.”

“Did you already hand him off to the police?”

“Yeah.”

“Where’d you get the clothes?” They are a little large on Sorahiko, but still fitted for children: a t-shirt trimmed in yellow, a pair of boxy denim shorts, and water-resistant sandals.

“An officer with a son the same age was called in to bring some clothes, because the alternative was to just, um, cover Torino-sensei in his cape.” 

“How long will he be…?”

Toshinori looks queasy at the question, so Nana lets it drift into contemplative silence, which is then broken by a childish yawn from the young Torino Sorahiko. A round fist scrubs ineffectively at the scrunched-up eyes, and then it pauses. Blearily, Sorahiko peers at Nana.

She realizes then that Toshinori’s grasp on his deaged mentor is decidedly not a cradle; Toshinori thrusts his arms out, and the stubby legs instinctively kick out with audible weak puffs of Jet.

“Nana!” Sorahiko yelps. The pipsqueaky voice is nothing like his adult-self’s gravelly tones; she’s somewhat shocked at the sound of it, honestly. “Nana, help!”

“Oshishou…!”

“Yeah, yep, I got you, I got him,” Nana babbles, retrieving Sorahiko from the awkward hold. She gets an arm under him to support his legs, and gingerly stabilizes him by the shoulder. Wow. He’s actually a little bigger than Kotarou had been at the nebulous age of four (that had been Jet, right?), but Nana’s still thinking of him in the future. “Ah. Sorahiko, you recognize me?”

He rears back, huffy, and plants his palm at her jaw, right over her mole. “You’re Nana. Just. Older. Right?”

“... Yeah,” she says, and backs up a step to gesture Toshinori inside. Gratefully, he enters her apartment. Her successor’s shoulders slump; the relief at being able to hand over the problem of Gran ‘Quirk Bait’ Torino to Nana must be hitting him hard.

“Oh, and we ate dinner at the station, oshishou.”

“What a shame,” Nana responds, not hiding her amusement. “I guess I’ll have to eat my thrice-crispy nikudon all-l-l-l by myself.” Toshinori mouths ‘thrice-crispy’ to himself but fails to hide the horror in his face.

Understandably, of course. It takes an iron stomach like Nana’s to digest the char-grilled slices of thin pork, and she’d pan-fried her two-day old rice too.

Sorahiko squirms in her arms. “Nana, lemme down,” he demands, and when she obliges, he kicks off his sandals and looks around. “Where’s the kitchen?”

“Just ate, huh?”

“T-Torino-kun, don’t you remember we had dinner…?”

The scowl on Sorahiko’s round face is incredible. He looks hilariously pissed-off at Toshinori for daring to withhold a direct answer, and Toshinori looks terrified. “The kitchen,” he repeats.

“That way, Sorahiko,” Nana intervenes, pointing down one end of her hallway. The other side leads to her bedroom and bathroom. Sorahiko mutters a cursory thanks, sends one more glare at Toshinori, and stomps away.

“Man.” Toshinori blows out a long breath and leans back against the door. “I’m glad he still respects you, oshishou.”

“We’ll see how long that lasts. C’mon, let’s make sure he’s not raiding the cabinets for snacks.”

Toshinori blanches at the thought of a pre-schooler Sorahiko running on a sugar-high and bolts; Nana leisurely makes sure her door is locked and latched, then follows, already anticipating--she laughs out loud.

Clutched tight to Sorahiko’s chest is a box of frozen taiyaki. Her freezer is, coincidentally, not shut all the way, like it’d taken everything in Sorahiko’s Jet to yank it open. He’s locked into a staring contest with Toshinori.

Sorahiko breaks eye-contact first, only to establish it with Nana. His eyes go round and shiny, and his frown lightens into a pleading pout. It is super-effective against her first instinct to deny a child dessert after nine o’clock.

“[Jesus],” says Toshinori in English.

She crosses her arms. “That’s all you want?” she checks. “No ice cream, or hot cocoa?”

An eager nod. Sorahiko’s practically vibrating where he stands, and tongue-tied in spite of that. He holds up the box with unspoken trust.

“Okay,” Nana sighs. “Let’s have dessert. Toshinori, go ahead and close the freezer, please.”

Toshinori complies without complaint, even as Sorahiko lets out a happy shriek of, “Taiyaki!”, and starts bouncing on his heels by the microwave. 

With a voice low enough to be hidden by the microwave’s humming, Toshinori murmurs, “The Quirk lasts until he goes to sleep. I really thought he’d gotten to that point at the station, but then, well, they kicked us out. And Torino-sensei is… a huge brat. So that’s why I came here.”

“It’s good that you did,” she assures him. “Even if the taiyaki gives him a hyperactive boost, it won’t be long before he passes out.”

“Ah, I’ll pass out before that point…”

[lonelyfanboy48]

Steven Universe Of The Creek Chapter 13 The New Day Of Fruition

The sun rose above the creek after the rainstorm from last night. It stopped raining at about three thirty in the morning, while the clouds drifted away in short order. Despite the outdoors being wet with the dirt in the creek having turned to mud, kids are still gonna come over to hang out.

Craig woke up and immediately got himself out of bed. Even if he had more sleep than last time, he still needs to clean Steven’s clothes, even if he’s willing to come out right away. After he got out of his bedroom, he headed to the bathroom where Steven took off his clothes to put it in the dirty laundry basket. He heads downstairs to the washing machine in the kitchen where he put all of Steven’s clothes in. After putting the detergent soap in, he closed the lid and turned on the machine.

In the living room, Steven slowly opened his eyes while yawning. Even resting under a roof, his body is still shaking from the events that happened last night. He was too concerned about thinking about his current problem rather than encountering two gems, who are probably still around in the neighborhood.

After Craig poured his cereal in his bowl, he entered the living room just to notice Steven waking up from the couch. “Steven?” He spoke to which Steven turned around.

“Good morning.” He shyly smiled. “It stopped raining, are you thinking about going to the creek?”

“Well…” Craig headed back in the kitchen to the refrigerator while opening it. “Is there anything else you wanna do?”

“No, not even a bit.” As Steven heads straight to the kitchen table, Craig just poured milk into his cereal while sitting with Steven face to face. “I see you just started the washing machine huh?”

“Usually my parents do the laundry and they taught me how but…” He took a bite from his cereal.

“You don’t want to do it?” Steven guessed as Craig nodded. “I’ve been through that.”

“Maybe cleaning the laundry just to clean the clothes even if it’s important…wasn’t as important as you.” Craig continued to eat his breakfast while taking in the peace around him after the storm from last night, despite the noise from the washing machine.

“You know…you saying that I’m more important than laundry was the last thing I would expect to hear from a kid but…nothing’s too crazy anymore.” Steven commented.

“Well if you wanna go to the creek, I don’t even know where to start to be honest.” Craig replied. “I know I didn’t mind that when we met for the first time, but I wasn’t thinking about you. Just your gem.”

Steven didn’t forget that Craig’s friends saw his gem last night and if he wanted to set things quickly, he needed to find Craig’s friends even if he never got to know them unlike Craig. “When we go to the creek, do you want to know a little more about me and my life?”

“That’s fine, there’s a lot going on after seeing you glow pink. Especially those…gems.”

“Aquamarine and Ruby? Trust me, even if they’re my problems, they don’t compare to anything else I’ve gone through.”

After Craig finished eating his cereal, the washing machine took its time to clean everything through Steven’s clothes. Steven put on his clothes despite how they were a bit too warm. While Craig was washing his dish, he got out of his pajamas and changed into his regular clothes. He and Steven headed out and walked into the creek itself.

The leaves from the trees dripped down water after the storm from last night. Steven and Craig needed the fresh air in order to get along better. Even if they have to deal with the creek still being wet, the sun will manage to dry things as quickly as possible.

“So Aquamarine and Ruby who attacked you, are they your enemies?”

“They’re the only enemies I have at the moment. But compared to other enemies I’ve had in the past, they're more annoying than dangerous.”

“Yeah, they were smaller than me, but way more powerful.” Craig responded, keeping his hands in his pockets. “But when I saw them, they were a different gem.”

“True, but in reality, they’re the same person. It’s called fusion.”

“Fusion?”

“Long story, but one of my mothers is actually a fusion…who I just talked to last night who told me to work things out with you.”

“Do you mean…Pearl? Amethyst? Garnet?”

“The latter.” Steven answered. “This may be hard to believe, but there are more Rubies aside from this one. And the Ruby who’s on my side is fused with Sapphire, they’re Garnet.” He stopped himself while showing Craig a picture from his phone. The picture itself showed Ruby and Sapphire at the wedding at the beach, then he scrolled to another picture of him hugging Garnet after she fused back.

“Ohh…I completely forgot that you told me about the wedding, and the fusion two nights ago.”

“I didn’t feel the need to tell you, since it was the day before yesterday.” When he put his phone away, they resumed their walk. “But then again yesterday was the day we didn’t expect to turn out terribly.”

“You know Steven, things don’t turn out the way I wanted at the creek, but compared to yours, it’s much smaller in scale.”

“Did you remember what I said about the Gem war?”

“Yeah. And about you…turning into a baby…I never saw a TV show that did that.”

This causes Steven to sigh, knowing he has so much work to do. “When I showed you a picture of Yellow, Blue, and White Diamond, there’s another Diamond…who’s my real mother.”

Craig stopped himself, thinking that a Diamond far bigger would be Steven’s mother of all things. When Steven took notice, he wasn’t surprised, but knew Craig would catch on, even by a little. “How??”

“She turned into Rose Quartz, who was the mother I remembered the most in my childhood, only to learn, just like Ruby, there are more Rose Quartzs. She’s Pink Diamond.”

“Pink Diamond…that explains why you were glowing pink last night…and about you turning into a monster.”

Craig had more questions than necessary, but he didn’t know where to start. Rose Quartz, Multiple Rose Quartzs, and Pink Diamond turning into Rose Quartz, he can’t even think of one thing without getting confused or overwhelmed.

“Craig, you don’t wanna know everything about Pink Diamond, but it’s hard for me to be mad when I lose it.”

“But how is Pink Diamond the reason you glow pink?”

“Because I can’t control myself forever. You can’t be the nicest and self-controlled person when you're a gem at the same time.”

“So, Pink Diamond was the biggest enemy in all this?”

Steven lowered his head while answering his question. “Yes.”

“Then it’s best if we leave it at that.”

“Pearl would tell you everything if she was here right now.”

When Craig thought about Steven’s guardians and his downplay stories from his family reunion, it became clearer as day that whatever he’s downplaying is always the other way around. But when it comes to Pearl, Amethyst, and Garnet who’s a fusion, he never understood how important his life was with the three.

“Steven.” Craig came up with a new question. “When you put saliva in my ear, all I saw was pitch pinkness in my eyes. Not only did I feel sparkles, but the old emotions I had between you were gone. Do you do this with people?”

“Yes.” Steven answered. “You see, my saliva heals corrupted Gems when they are damaged. I helped with Connie’s eye vision when he took a sip of my juice box years ago.”

This causes Craig to come up with another question. “Do they get powers like you do?”

Steven shook his head in response. “Would you expect other people to explode like yesterday at my apartment? I don’t know if that’s true, but it’s probably best that it didn’t.”

“I don’t even know what it would feel like if it's true.”

Steven could imagine what a human would do if they had powers like this, but on the other hand, Gems require gems for powers regardless of them being different from one another. “The chances of you having powers are one in a million. And even if you’re a gem like me, you have to cooperate because it’s still dangerous.”

“I know, Aquamarine and Ruby felt powerful together just by seeing their powers.”

“That’s mainly because of the fact that they’re in a fusion. And there are many more fusions that are bigger and stronger than them.”

Craig wondered what fusion would feel like inside of the mind with others, but cooperating with another person would be harder than he thought. “It seems that this type of specialty is a huge custom to Gems.”

“Well, I can fuse with my dad and Connie, but it’ll only work if one of the two are a gem. I’m not gonna explain a lot about it because it’s too complicated for you at your age.”

In a moment of realization, Craig wouldn’t experience fusion if he found a gem similar to Steven. Not to mention he still has a lot of understanding of Steven’s life as a gem. Then again, he needed to set things straight by having his friends be part of it.

“I think we should have my friends be part of this. Let’s save some of the details when we go to the stump which is where my friends are waiting.”

“You're right. Besides, the amount of kids that I saw last night, you have almost the same amount of friends that I have back at Beach City.”

“You really want to meet them?”

“That and more by chance, because I doubt I’m leaving anytime soon.”

Craig smiled from Steven’s eagerness to give the creek a chance by starting somewhere and he’s more than thankful to start off with his friends. “Okay let’s get Kelsey and J.P. to catch up with us.”

“That’s the spirit.” They return to their walk while heading to where Craig spends most of his time with his friends. The following step of getting to know each other to resolve their newborn friendship.

[serendipitouswasteland]

The Hammock

Note: This was transcribed from my AO3.

ship: byler pov: third person written: July 5, 2022 first published: July 5, 2022 word count: 1,054 _

summary: Them accidentally (or purposefully) dozing off in a hammock together as the sun sets and the air cools down.

As much as Mike wished he were at the beach, none of them could afford that. At least, not right now. After all, they live in the middle of Indiana, nowhere near a beach. Instead, Hopper put a hammock up and bought a pool as well as two lounge chairs for the kids to all enjoy during the summer, a way for El to enjoy all the things everyone else would.

Because of Hopper’s initiative, it’s helped all of them get a lot closer than they used to be, and that says a lot, because they were already really close. Today, though, Mike can sense that something is off. Not with everyone, but with one person in particular.

Usually, Will is happy to at least be spending time with his friends, but today something is different. Well, the past few days have been different, but he won’t tell Mike why. Because Will wouldn't tell him, Mike started ignoring him to try and get some sort of reaction. The two haven’t spoken in two days because of it.

Mike is in the pool with everyone, and he, Lucas, El, and Max are playing chicken when he notices Will is sitting over in the hammock by himself, not even looking anywhere near Mike’s direction, as if he’s ignoring Mike, too. This causes him and Lucas to lose to El and Max, but with El’s powers, that probably would’ve happened anyway. Lucas falls backwards off of Mike’s shoulders, his legs pulling Mike down, causing him to sink under the water with him. They both spring back up from the water, and El goes to give Mike a kiss but he doesn’t register it, not even realizing she’s there as he moves his hair out of his face and steps out of the water, slipping on his sandals and making his way over to where Will is.

He practically throws himself into the hammock, causing it to swing back and forth vigorously. He laughs a little, doing his best to keep himself and Will from falling, using his hands on the ground to slow the swaying. He looks over at Will, expecting some reaction, but his face is blank, his eyes locked on the woods far out in front of him.

“Hey,” Mike says, tapping Will’s knee, but he doesn’t move.

He doesn’t even flinch. He refuses to acknowledge Mike’s presence.

“Will, come on. Earth to Will!” Mike continues, not getting the hint and waving his hand in Will’s face and, to his surprise, Will still doesn’t do anything. “Will, are you okay? Will, this isn’t funny. Come on, just say something .”

Silence.

“He’s not gonna answer you,” Hopper says from the porch, and Mike turns to face him.

“Oh, yeah? How do you know so much?”

“Use your head. You’ll figure it out,” Hopper says, bringing everyone else inside for dinner but leaving Mike and Will in the hammock, clearly wanting them to work out their problems.

Mike sighs, looking at Will, before laying to look the same way Will is looking. The next thing he knows is that it’s sunrise, the sky barely beginning to change from black to blue as he stretches and yawns, rubbing his eyes as he looks at Will who’s sitting up now, his legs criss-crossed as he plays with the fabric of the hammock.

“Did we fall asleep out here?” Mike asks, but Will still doesn’t say anything. “Look, Will, I’m sorry, alright? I have been an asshole to you and that is completely my fault, and I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s fine. You just wanted to know what was wrong and got mad that I didn't want to tell you, even though I tell you everything ,” Will says, the first Mike has heard his voice in what feels like forever.

“So why not tell me?” Mike asks, careful with the words he chooses.

“It’s different this time.”

“How is it different? I’m still me, you’re still you. We’re still us, Will. How—"

“Because you’re with her .”

“El? What does she have to do with this?”

“Nothing. Nevermind. Forget I said anything.”

“No. Will, talk to me. What’s going on?”

“I love El like a sister, Mike. Me telling you would be betraying her and it would ruin everything. I can’t do that to her. And I can’t do this to you. I can’t ruin everything between us because I decide to let slip that I have feelings for you!” Will shouts at the end, stopping as soon as he says the last word, not even meaning to have said it. 

He just…let it slip, just like he said he would.

Mike’s eyes are intensely focused on Will and each of his movements. The nervous glances, the picking of the hammock, the heavy breathing, the waiting for Mike to respond, but he doesn't know how. Then, involuntarily, his eyes flicker to Will’s lips. He’s caught himself doing it before, and he never really knew why because he was into El , but now, maybe he was wrong.

Against any better judgment that Mike has, he quickly leans forward and presses his lips to Will’s, placing a hand on the back of his head to pull him closer, his other hand pressing down into the hammock to steady them so they don’t go flying off at his sudden movement, and Will, without hesitation, reciprocates the kiss, wrapping his hands around Mike’s neck. Mike moves closer, making it so their bodies are just inches apart. Then, finally, he pulls away from the kiss, leaning his forehead against Will’s.

They sit there, breathless, neither one saying a word. Neither one needed to. They both knew what this meant, and they were both a little scared, but they would figure it out. They’d have to. Mike, for the first time since his lips met Will’s, opens his eyes. He pulls his head away and simply looks at Will, the urge to kiss him again all too prominent in the moment for him to just sit there like he is, but, Will doesn’t let him go in for a second because he gets up and pulls Mike off the hammock with him, going and entering through the front door of the cabin.

If anyone had seen them, it was going to be a hell of a day.

[chickeeeeeeennugget]

Well darling we’re back here in the car. You’re sleeping in the passenger seat and I’ve got some Momo yamagichi playing on the speaker. You’re waking up and the scar on the side of your face gleams under the moonlight. I can’t seem to remember if I did that or some other no name asshole did.

“Baby?” You’re asking, voice sleepy and sweet. “You missed the last exit.”

“I wanna go to the ocean.”

“Are you planning to commit a murder suicide and drive straight into it?”

“No.”

“Ok.” You lean against the seat and yawn. I’d kiss you on the shoulder if I could. “Just wanted to make sure.”

Yamaguchi’s song ends. Some jazz comes up on autoplay.

“My favorite thing about you is that you don’t speak a lot.” I say.

“Well that’s mean.”

“Not in a mean way.”

“Sure baby.”

“I worded that wrong.”

“You sure did.”

A car beeps me because I’m going too slow. I press on the gas peddle and turn right. The ocean comes into view, a glittering piece of death waiting for someone foolish to come and wallow in its misery.

I park on the side, the lights shining softly on the sand. You’re snoring.

“Darling?” I say. “We’re here.”

You don’t wake up. You just keep your eyes closed. I can’t tell if you’re faking it yet.

I put on the parking break and step outside. The sand gets in between my toes. The wind is loud. Is sounds like it’d be good white noise for a movie.

I walk up to where the sand turns squishy and wet. A wave laps my toes. What a pervert.

“Darling you’re too close to the waves.” Your voice is a comma in the air.

I grin at you with a charming smile that only you could accept.

“Don’t be such a pussy.” I say.

“Hey, fuck you.”

“C’mere.” I saw. I tilt my head treads the sea. “Please?”

Something must be pitiful enough in my eyes because you sigh and trudge over. You’re carrying your big coat and you wrap the both of us in it. It’s a very big coat.

And at this moment I have the thought; I wish I could live here. I wish this sensation could last longer. The back and forth of the cold and the almost rough sand is distracting. The sound of the wind is too loud for me to think. Your body is very cold against mine. It’s comforting to feel too much all at once. Sometimes I want to ask if you feel the same way, but I think you’d call me a sap.

So instead I tell you that I think I could’ve been much more than a person standing at the beach.

“Everyone thinks that.”

“But I had more than everyone else. I was close, very close to being great. Better.”

“What’s it like to be better?”

“I wouldn’t know. Not this.”

You quiet. Then you take in another breath, the warmth on my cheek.

“It’s not too late.” You say.

“But it is baby. So many people tell you that and you keep thinking it and before you know it, it is too late.”

“Being a cynic isn’t a good look on you.”

“But I didn’t want to be like this.”

“I did.”

I turn my head to look at you. You’re too nice in my head, I think. You look up at me, scar down your face and painting a picture of a fucked up thing. Something small. It’s all I have as company.

“You did?” I ask. “You wanted to have something like this?”

“Yeah baby.” You smile. “I’ve imagined freezing my ass off in the ocean while you tell me you could do better.”

“Asshole.”

“You’re my best friend sweetheart.”

I wish I could say a big wave crashed into us and we both became lost at sea and died. Instead we both started shivering and you tugged my shirt and we started walking back to the car.

In the car you kissed my nose and lips and you tasted like nothing. It’s always been that way. You’ve tasted like the air in the sky, the moments of silence in an alleyway, the third water I’ve had on a very cold day.

You lean back and pop a coffee bean in your mouth and you start playing something from Wong Kar Wai. I turn on the engine.

“Hey baby?” I ask.

“Yes?”

“Was it a mistake to leave it all behind?”

“Why did you leave it behind in the first place.”

“I don’t remember.” I hold my head down. “I just remember I wanted to leave.”

“Well then I suppose since you’ve gone and done it you shouldn’t think about whether you regret it. Losers are people who wallow in the past.”

“Okay.”

I start backing out. The sound of the sea is gone. You look at me and give me that ugly smile. Sometimes I think you’re just a clone of me, and I’m just talking to myself. Would that not be pathetic, being lost in a room and having only myself as company?

Your eyes shine in the moon when you speak.

“So where to next?”

[borathae]

“Just some casual fun that invloves a tub of vanilla ice cream and your boyfriend’s naked body.” 

Pairing: CEO!Jungkook x f.Reader 

Genre: established relationship!AU, domestic!AU, Smut, Fluff 

Warnings: love making, sex on a yacht, subby!Kook, soft dom!Reader, mommy kink, food play, blowjobs, nipple play, some temperature play, soft bondage, Koo’s so sensitive, he is also casually the cutest boyfriend ever, also an injury in the form of a twisted ankle but it’s nothing to worry about, Koo has a surprise

Wordcount: 11.3k

a/n: You guys thought that I’d ever be over them? Well, you thought wrong. They are haunting my mind. This is also inspired by this gifset, I couldn’t get the thought out of my head. I wasn’t planning to include ice cream, but I will not complain because I now have a new kink lmao. Also I wrote this during a pretty hard time of my life and this comforted my greatly, so I hope that some of you can find comfort in it as well. I love you guys, even if you feel like nobody else does please know that I do! 🤍

It was his free day today. He doesn’t get those often, with the company belonging to him and thousands of jobs being dependent on his success and all, but when he does, Jungkook likes to spend his entire day with you. And we are speaking entire day. Save for toilet breaks and your one hour of Yoga, which you want to do in private without an audience. 

Those were the only two acceptable excuses for not spending time with each other. So Jungkook likes to claim and he does so with such a cute pout that most of the time you just agree to whatever he wants to do. You have never ever regretted it. Jungkook is amazing in planning dates and he is even more amazing in being your time-spending partner. 

Today Jungkook drove you all the way up to Incheon and then took you out to a little island with his yacht. He drove the yacht of course and you stayed by his side with a flute of sparkling water (alcohol was off the list, of course) in your hand and a pretty dress hugging your body. You felt so out of place and yet somehow just where you belong. 

Jungkook cast anchor around half a kilometer off the coast of said island and for the rest of the day you spent your time swimming in the ocean and using his jetski to go hiking on the island.

You stupidly twisted your ankle whilst trying to climb over some rocks and for the rest of the trip back Jungkook had to support you with an arm around your waist. It was truly a traumatic end to your once-romantic hike.

A soft knock shakes you awake gently. You went to lie down for a bit after your failed attempt of rock climbing. You blame it on exhaustion, Jungkook says it was because of the shock, but the point is that you felt terribly tired once you got back to the yacht and Jungkook had to help you settle in bed. 

"Come in", you murmur. 

Jungkook sticks his head inside, "how's my warrior queen doing?" he asks.

You chuckle tiredly before stretching yourself. 

"I'm doing alright", you say, voice contorted weirdly from the stretch. 

"Hm", Jungkook steps into the room completely and closes the door, "did the nap help or do you still feel dizzy?"

You yawn, "no I think it helped", you tell him mid-yawn. Then you rub at your eyes. 

"I'm glad. You looked really worriesome back then so I was kinda sitting on needles those past two hours. I even stuck my head into the room a few times but you were knocked out." 

"Kook, I told you not to worry so much."

"Yeah well, you know me. I just worry about everything." 

"Yeah, I know." 

"Besides", he pouts, "it's not often you show that you’re hurting, so it was just that much scarier to see you cry and all." 

"I know. Well, honestly it was hella painful. It still is if I’m being honest. My ankle feels fucked." 

"Oh no this sucks so bad", he whines and stomps his foot, "good thing I brought you a few things", he adds with a grin.

"Things?"

"Yeah first of all. This cream, works wonders with dull wounds, and bandages to support your ankle. Also some choco cookies for good mood and aaall the cuddles in the world for emotional support and because I love you."

You snort and smile. 

"Fuck Kook, you’re acting like I’m dying." 

"Well you basically are", he crawls on bed and then proceeds to plop down on you horizontally. His face is buried in the mattress while you have the perfect view of his round butt. He is wearing beige pants today, slightly oversized but still tight enough to give you a good view of his perfect butt.

You chuckle because he is cute. 

"I was literally so worried for you, I thought you'd fall down the rocks and get swallowed by the waves or something", he murmurs into the mattress. 

"I don't think this would have been possible", you say in a laugh, petting his butt repeatedly.

Jungkook lifts his head with a huff of air and flips on his back, doing so while still lying on your body. 

"Urgh Bunny, this is killing me more than the rocks", you grunt, getting squished by his weight. 

Jungkook rolls off of you and lies down in a way so he could face you. He cups your cheek in an instant, as if it was his instinct to do. It fills your heart with so many tingles each time he does it and it never ever becomes boring. 

"Don't ever, ever, ever hurt yourself again. Ever", he says in a cute lisp and an even cuter pout. 

You chuckle, "very impossible request, but I'll try." 

"Hehe", he giggles and then gives you a cute scrunch of his nose. His eyes race over your features, sparkling in the lights.

"You're so pretty", he whispers, "I'm so lucky. Oh! Hah! Did you see what I did there? I'm not lucky, you are Lucky." 

"Goddamn it Bunny, I hate you so much for this joke. Oh my god", you grumble but laugh in the end. 

Jungkook snickers, shimmying closer until he can drape his arm around you while sporting a cute eye smile. He kisses your cheek and then snuggles into the pillow. 

"What's with that grin?" 

He shrugs his shoulders, "just so. You’re awake again which means we can continue spending time." 

"I am not gonna go hiking again." 

"Oh yeah, you aren’t." 

You chuckle at the slight hint of a command in his voice.

"Besides, it is already pitch black outside." 

"Really?" you take a look over your shoulder and out the round window. The night sky greets you, "well fuck, so much for taking a short nap." 

"It's alright, you clearly needed it. My mum always tells me, sleep is the best medicine."

“Doesn’t that only work for colds and shit?”

“No”, he says and frowns.

“Okay”, you say and laugh, “I guess not.”

He stops frowning and gives you a cute grin, “sorry, I wasn’t actually being mad. I was just acting”, he giggles and props himself up on his elbows. He gives you a big smooch on your lips, gazing at you with sparkling eyes afterwards.

“Goddamn Bunny, why are you being extra cute today?”

“Hehe”, he grins and kisses your lips again.

Then he sits up, giving your tummy a soft pat.

“Relax now, I’ll take care of your ankle.”

“Yeah, alright. Thank you.”

Jungkook works carefully, treating your ankle as if it was an irreplaceable treasure. He gives it a gentle kiss with the promise that it was a magical kiss which can heal wounds. It made you smile. He puts the cream on your skin and massages it in beyond tenderly, making sure to feel for any indicator of a broken ankle. It wasn’t broken, just terribly twisted. And he wraps your foot in the bandages, making sure not to bind it too tight so he wouldn’t cut off your blood circulation. And you rested there, watching him with lazy eyes and thinking to yourself that this was the first time in many years that you were being taken care of. And while it felt scary and maybe a little weird, it also felt nice because it was your Bunny taking care of you and he is the best caretaker in the world.

“There we go”, Jungkook says and kisses your bandaged ankle, “now you’ll heal in no time.”

“Thanks Bunny.”

Jungkook watches your face, running his hand up and down your legs in a mindless massage. You hate that the duvet is covering your skin and therefore you can’t feel his touch that deeply. It is still nice, leaving you tingling. 

"What do you wanna do now?" he asks, leaning some of his weight on your shins as he rocks back and forth. This is a habit he has when he is trying to come up with ideas.

"I don't know? Maybe watch a movie and eat snacks?" 

"That sounds like a plan", he nods his head, "I will prepare. Rest my lady, I will be back with gifts." 

You chuckle, watching him leave the room with fondness in your gaze. 

It is twenty minutes later when Jungkook is under the duvet with you, laptop resting on his lap. There is a bowl of nachos on your lap and a bowl of melted cheese on your tummy. It was very yummy. 

"What do you wanna watch? I can offer you a list of five movies because I realised that the internet doesn’t work here", he says and scrolls through his downloads, "but I did take safety measures and downloaded some you could like." 

Horror movies. All of them. 

"Those are all great. Oh! Don’t Knock Twice! I haven’t seen that one yet." 

"Yeah? Wanna watch?" 

"Gosh Bunny, you are so cute. Of course I wanna watch." 

"Awesome", he clicks play and snuggles further into the pillows.

You are resting in his arms, head propped against his chest and hand caressing his tummy. Jungkook is relaxing his head against yours, turning every now and then to give it a quick kiss. It was perfect like this. Cozy, warm, the snacks were yummy, the movie great and Jungkook smelled amazing. There is no other way to spend your time. 

Jungkook doesn’t quite get the ending of the movie, too busy typing away on his phone. He does this during most movies so you came to realise. You are watching, completely consumed by the plot, while Jungkook is doing god knows what on his phone and misses half of it. You gave up on complaining about it because you feel like he will never really give up on that habit. 

Tonight Jungkook once again isn't present for the ending, scrolling on his phone and only lifting his eyes when the end credits roll. 

"Yoooo, that ending was such a twist. Damn. Did you like it baby? I think it was a great movie", he says, making you snort. 

"I literally saw you being on your phone for half the movie, you silly noodle", you say, pinching his tummy gently. 

Jungkook blushes upon being caught red-handed, lowering his eyes bashfully. 

"Sorry, I promise I know what happened", he says. 

"Yeah? So did you like what they did with the rabbits?" 

Jungkook eyes you, "this is a trick question, isn't it?" 

"I don't know, you tell me", you say and grin. 

Jungkook smiles but stops when his phone vibrates again. He fetches it, features becoming stone cold in an instant. 

"What's wrong?" you ask him as you watch him type away furiously. 

He finishes his text and places his phone down. 

"Nothing", he dismisses you and smiles, "I know there were no rabbits in the movie. You can’t trick me", he says happily. 

This is suspicious. You squint your eyes at him. 

Vibrations. 

Jungkook reaches for his phone in an instant. You watch his eyes race over whatever he received. He sighs, pulling the arm he had around you away so he could type better. 

Yup. Something is up. Something is happening. Jungkook didn’t just scroll mindlessly on the phone like he always does, he has something going on. Something so big that he would pull his arm away and in return stop cuddling with you.

"Okay seriously Jungkook, what’s going on?" you ask him, sitting up.

"Nothing, I'll handle it." 

"Jungkook…" 

He sneaks a glance your way but continues typing a second later. 

"It's nothing ___ please don’t worry."

You scoot closer, trying to sneak a glance at his phone. Jungkook tilts it away from you, which in your relationship was something very worrisome. 

"Jeon Jungkook. What is going on?" 

"Nothing", he insists. 

He sends the text and locks his phone, throwing it on the mattress. He turns to you afterwards, giving you a cute grin. You don’t retort it. You frown at him. 

"You just hid your phone from me. We don’t do that." 

Jungkook's smile drops. 

"Tell me what's going on. Do I have to worry? Did a reporter find out about my past?" 

"What? No oh god no, it’s really not that", Jungkook says in an instant, shaking his head. 

"Then what else?" 

Jungkook sighs in defeat, "it's work", he whispers, lowering his head, "it's the smart watch we're developing. There are certain unforeseeable problems with one of our suppliers." 

His phone vibrates. 

"And that's Lee telling me that the fucking batteries are causing goddamn fucking issues too", he says, picking up his phone, "yep awesome, just how I thought. Fucking hell. Sorry for swearing." 

He types away furiously, presses send and drops his phone. He buries his face in his hands.

"I'm sorry, you weren’t supposed to find out. I just ruined date night."

"Kook no, you didn’t." 

"Yeah, I did. I promise you no work and then I ruin it by working." 

"Don't beat yourself up about it. I understand", you say, touching his thigh, "it's okay." 

Jungkook drops his hands and looks at you with sorry eyes.

His phone vibrates in a call. 

Jungkook cringes. 

"Just take it, it’s alright." 

"I'm sorry", Jungkook whispers and picks up his phone. His work expression is on his face immediately, his brows furrowed in seriousness, "yes, Mister Lee?" 

An inaudible male voice comes out of the speaker.

Jungkook rolls off the bed and hurries to the door. 

"Yes, I heard you, I just don’t understand how they suddenly have a problem with…", Jungkook's voice drowns out as he leaves the bedroom. 

He leaves the door open just enough so you can watch him prance back and forth through the living room with his left hand on his forehead and his back completely straight. You don’t get a lot of the conversation, mostly because you didn’t really try to listen in, but you hear enough to know that it was serious. 

You feel bad for Jungkook. You know how important his free days are to him. Not only because he gets to spend them with you, but also because they help his brain to calm down. His therapist told him to cherish his free days and that he should not do anything work related during those days in order to give his brain its well deserved rest. And Jungkook is following her advice very thoroughly, so it hurts to see him become so stressed out on his free day. 

Jungkook ends the phone call after quite some time, dragging himself back into the bedroom, closing the door on his way in. 

He drops on the bed, tummy on the mattress and face buried in the pillows. He lets out a loud and long groan, ending it with a curse. 

You touch his back, rubbing it soothingly. 

"I was so relaxed the entire day. It was supposed to be such a happy day and now it's ruined again. I feel stressed and shitty and sad and there is no sense anymore", he says into the pillows. 

"Hey, no. Don’t say that", you tell him and get up only to sit down on his butt instead. You begin massaging him, starting at his tense shoulders, "I know that the thing at work sucks and that it’s reasonable to be upset about it, but don’t let it ruin your entire day." 

You run your thumbs down along his shoulder blades, putting pressure into your touches. Jungkook squirms slightly but doesn’t whine. 

"Easier said than done", he murmurs. 

"I know, it's always easier to spit helpful advice when you aren’t involved." 

Jungkook clicks his tongue but sighs a second later when you grind your palms into his lower back. 

"But we had it nice till now, didn’t we? The food was nice, the weather too, swimming was fun and the hike was romantic." 

"Yeah until you almost died." 

You chuckle, Jungkook does too.

"But I didn’t and we spent two hours cuddled up in bed and eating nachos. Which by the way, were very yummy." 

"Thanks", he mumbles.

You massage your way up his back again, lingering on his neck for now. It is so tense, like always. Jungkook relaxes in an instant, giving you a quiet sigh. 

"The good things outweigh the bad today, so concentrate on them instead of shitty work." 

His phone vibrates. 

Jungkook lifts his head and reaches for it. You however snatch it away first, reading the text out loud. 

Something along the line of "will send documents right away. Look through them."

"That sounds not important enough that you have to answer it today, does it?" 

"But-"

"No buts, it’s way too late for you to work and the documents will still be here tomorrow." 

Jungkook sighs in defeat. 

"At least let me say thanks." 

You hand him his phone, watching him type and playing with his hair. He begins typing more than just a quick thanks. 

"No. Kook. You said a quick thanks. No more work", you give him a warning tug on his hair.

Jungkook moans softly, dropping the phone midtext. 

"Better. Now." 

You lean closer. 

"Why don't you let Mommy take care of you, Bunny?" 

Jungkook squirms and mewls. 

"Mhm?", you taunt, running your fingers through his hair before you tug on it again, "don’t you want to let go for me? Let me help you forget about work?" 

You release his hair, listening to the shaky moan he lets out. You know that he wants to grind his hips into the mattress but that your weight on him hinders him. So he is left wiggling helplessly. 

You tug again, forcing his lips to part in a moan. 

"Don't you want to feel so, so good? Mhm?" you tug him closer, pressing your lips to the shell of his ear, "don’t you want Mommy to fuck you dumb and stupid, bunnyboy?" 

You let go of his hair, running your fingernails over his scalp instead. Jungkook squirms, voice cracking as he tries to moan. 

You move down his ear, now kissing his neck all whilst playing with his hair. Another wiggle of his hips, Jungkook is growing restless. Wonderful. The distraction is starting to work. 

You break the kiss, returning to the shell of his ear. 

"Do you want that, Bunny?" 

"Yes please", Jungkook whispers.

That is all you needed to hear. In two skillful movements you are off his butt and have him flipped over. Your fingers are around his wrists tightly, squeezing down on them as you place them above his head. Your thighs are squeezing his hips, core resting mere inches away from his rapidly hardening cock. 

Oh how affected he already looks. Pupils widened, cheeks rosy and breathing ragged. Also his hair is just slightly messy in the front. 

You lean down, increasing the pressure on his wrists. Jungkook lifts his head, chasing your kiss with a flutter of his eyes and a soft moan. 

You don’t kiss him, you stop just close enough that your lips could brush against each other when he lifts his head but far enough that he could never deepen the kiss. 

It drives Jungkook insane, arms fighting against your grip and legs shimmying desperately. 

"I'm gonna take such great care of you tonight, bunnyboy", you whisper, listening to the moan he lets out and watching as his eyelids flutter. 

You straighten up, abandoning his wrists to run your hands down his arms. Jungkook accepts the touches with an arch of his back, eyes glued to your face. 

"Doesn’t that feel so nice baby?" 

"Yes, feels amazing", Jungkook sighs, parting his pretty lips.

You run them down his sides next, making sure to tickle him just enough that it would go straight to his cock. And it does, needy Kook is twitching in his pants, bucking his hips up in search for more friction.  

You don’t give it to him, instead you hook your fingers in his brown shirt and tug it up his torso. Jungkook helps you, sitting up just enough that you can pull it over his head. 

You throw it on the ground, grasping his wrists to place them above his head again. Jungkook mewls, nipples hardening in the cool air and muscles rippling. 

"Look at you", you say, letting your eyes run along his sculpted torso, "look at how handsome you are." 

Jungkook squirms under the praise, tensing his abs just for you. You hum in approval, dragging your nails over his tummy slowly.

The phone vibrates. Just slightly the mood crumbles as Jungkook averts his eyes to it and his fingers grow restless. You know that he wants to reach for it and read the text. 

"Eyes on me Bunny." 

He looks at you, still looking slightly distracted. 

"Why don’t I take some of that weight off your hands and make sure you can’t reach for that pesky phone?" 

"H-how?" 

"By tying you to the bed of course." 

"Oh god", he keens, bucking his hips up, "yes, tie me up. Please." 

"Yes? Do you want it?" 

He nods his head vigorously. His eagerness makes you smile. He is so much fun to play with. Just a few skilled touches here and there and just the right words and he is already so needy for you. And so devoted too.

He keeps on resting on the mattress, arms above his head and eyes following you as you limp through the room. 

You get two of his ties and turn. 

Jungkook is looking at his phone. Or maybe he isn’t as obedient as you want him to.

"Jungkook", you say in a warning tone. 

He looks up, fluttering his lashes at you. 

"I, I was just checking if it's something important." 

"And is it?" 

He lowers his eyes, looking slightly embarrassed, "no", he murmurs. 

"No", you repeat, "then put the phone down." 

He hesitates, sneaking glances at the screen. 

"Can I just wait for him to answer me?" 

You limp back to bed and sit down on his lap. He sneaks a quick glance your way and then looks back into his phone. You know that he is getting anxious because he begins moving his foot in a constant nervous rhythm. You also know that taking away his phone now would cause him to break and for the distraction to go from pleasurable to disaster. 

"Okay, let’s wait", you give him a reassuring smile, "but don’t you go opening those documents." 

"I won’t", he says and you believe him because he looks at your face instead of the phone. 

He studies your features and your body. You wore a dress once, but after your little accident on the island you changed it for one of his oversized tees instead. You keep him warm, your weight on top of him makes him feel grounded to the moment and your hands remind him that he wasn’t alone right now. That he had you. And that you will always have his back. 

Jungkook looks into your eyes.

"I love you so much", he says, placing his left hand on your thigh to caress it. 

"I love you too", you answer him, drawing little hearts on his stomach and chest. 

His phone vibrates. 

Jungkook gasps before looking at it. 

"Okay he literally just said more information will follow. Seriously? I waited for that crap?" he whines. 

You chuckle, ruffling his hair. 

"At least you can rest assured that you won’t miss out on anything." 

"Yeah, I guess", he murmurs and places his phone on the bedside table. He looks slightly defeated, "I'm sorry, I feel really shitty for making you wait." 

"Don't, I understand", you assure him and smile, "now, relax Bunny", you take his hands, guiding them over his head. It makes him look less stressed in an instant. "Can you keep them there for me?" 

He nods obediently, gazing at your face.

"Good boy", you praise and kiss the tip of his nose. 

It makes him scrunch it up and giggle. 

Your eyes meet. The love in your eyes is reflected in his'.  

"Can you tell me the rules?" 

He nods his head and speaks, "Green, yellow, red. Snap my fingers three times or hum Happy Birthday." 

"Good", you kiss his nose a second time, "now, let's get started. Shall we?"

"Yes, okay."

You give him one last nose kiss for good measures and because you love his nose. Then you begin wrapping the first of his silk ties around his wrists. He is relaxing with every passing second. Good. You want him relaxed and completely at ease.

"Is this my tie?" he asks.

"Mh-hm", you confirm, tightening the second tie around the first one to use it as a makeshift rope. 

"That's so hot", he says, "oh", he gasps, "that’s kinda tight."

"Too tight?" 

"No, just right." 

"Yeah? That’s good, I wanna make sure that my bunnyboy doesn’t slip out and escape. That wouldn’t be good, would it?"

"No, it wouldn’t", he says, shaking his head. He is squirming so much, moaning softly when you secure the tie on the bed's bondage rings. 

You have those rings on most of your beds. Jungkook installed them for you and earned himself a very nice rimjob as a reward. These days they are all very busy. Wherever you go, some quick bondage follows. You just can’t help it.

"There we go, now you're mine", you say, sitting back down on his lap.

He wiggles, tugging on the ties and making the ring clatter. The fight is fruitless. He is your prisoner now. Fuck, the thought makes him so hard.

"Look at you, already trying to escape. And I haven’t even started yet…" you trail off, running your pointer finger over his torso. You use your nail as you go, eliciting goosebumps on his skin.

"What do you wanna do?" he asks, voice quivering in excitement. 

"Mhhm I don’t know…", you fake trailing off, connecting your mouth with his lower stomach to lick it eagerly. 

Jungkook moans softly, tensing under your tongue. You have just reached his navel when you speak again. 

"I feel like the possibilities are endless…" you murmur, kissing his upper stomach a second later. 

"Oh god, Mommy", Jungkook moans, "I love your kisses." 

You smile, rewarding him with little kisses all over his lowest ribs. Sometimes when you kiss this exact spot you get emotional. It makes you think back of how prominent they felt in the beginning of your relationship when you were still masked strangers fucking in a club. You are so proud of Jungkook for coming so far and you are so happy that he loves your cooking so much that he is slowly but surely gaining back his healthy weight. 

You lift your head again, giving him a fond smile. 

"Gosh, look at you. You’re so handsome for me", you gush, lowering yourself to kiss his sternum. 

Jungkook sighs, arching his back. It tempts you, makes you dart your tongue out and swirl it over his skin until you have his collarbones beneath it. 

Jungkook rolls his head to the side gladly, waiting for the sting with bated breath. You suck, sending warmth through his veins until suddenly it begins to sting.  

Jungkook moans, tugging on the ties. 

You let go of him, soothing the bruise with soft licks. 

"Now you’re mine." 

"Yours…" Jungkook whispers and nods his head.

You smile and give his shoulders a slow massage. 

"What should I do with my handsome man?" you think out loud, "how about I play with your nipples for a little?" 

"Ah, god", Jungkook gasps and moans, feeling the touch all the way down in his cock. 

You roll his hardened nipples between your fingers, tugging on them every now and then. They are so swollen for you, so pretty. He seriously has the prettiest nipples, they fit so perfectly on his chest. In your long past you have seen many men's nipples and most of them looked beyond weird. But you can confidently and honestly say that Jungkook has the prettiest in the whole world. 

You flick your fingers over them, watching his cock twitch and throb and leak all over his pants. 

"I could edge you. Turn you into a snotty, begging mess. Mhm baby? Do you want me to turn you into a dumb little edged bunny?" 

Jungkook mewls, giving you his best bunny eyes.  

"Or how about I mark you up all over?" you say, placing your nails on his chest before dragging them down his torso. 

"Holy fuck", Jungkook groans, chasing the burn with a sinful arch of his back. 

You do it just once to rile him up, returning to flick your fingers over his nipples afterwards. The wet patch of excitement grows on his pants. 

"I could use my mouth and nails until your skin is red and bruised", you taunt, watching how it makes Jungkook gulp.

You pinch his nipples, forcing a moan to slip past his lips.

"Or maybe you want your tight little ass played with. Do you want that? Do you want to have Mommy’s fingers up your pretty hole?" 

"I don't." 

"You don’t?" 

"I feel too meh tonight, the morning shit just didn’t hit right." 

"Oh my fucking god", you snort before laughing loudly. He is saying the most ridiculous of things. 

"I'm serious", he says, cackling boyishly. 

"I believe you, don’t worry", you chuckle, "fine, no assplay tonight. I just gotta play with your perfect cock that much better then." 

Jungkook mewls. And just like that he is back in the scene. Your helpless prisoner, oh so ready to be your boytoy. Jungkook seriously lives for the sex with you. You and him can be goofy and silly in one moment and in the next switch back to sexy and seductive. He loves this so much because he feels so comfortable being himself even in moments where he once thought he always needed to be sexy and look good. Not when he has sex with you, you think his dorky, silly side just as big of a turn-on as his slutty, seductive side and that simple knowledge that he turns you on no matter how he may look that day gives Jungkook such immense happiness that sometimes he wanted to squeal.

Not right now however. Right now all he can do is moan throatily and buck his hips up, chasing your retreating fingers with an aching cock and a fluttering pulse.

"Is that what you want? Do you want Mommy to take care of your pretty dick?" you taunt, watching him twitch in his pants.

"Yes, please." 

"Perfect now-" 

His phone vibrates three times. The mood is crumbling again. 

"Should I check?" 

"Yes please." 

You check his phone. 

"It's just the documents", you say and show him the notifications.

"Thank you for showing me." 

"Sure, but I’ll put your phone somewhere else for now." 

"Where?" 

"Living room, it won’t distract us there. Is that alright with you?"

"Yes, put it away." 

"Alright, brb", you say, already limping out of the room. You stop in the doorway and send him a playful smirk, "don't go anywhere", you add and leave the room cackling to yourself.

Jungkook is left shaking his head and grinning. He never would have thought you to be such a lover for stupid dad jokes (he likes to call them mom jokes though, for obvious reasons). You were always so serious and pessimistic back in the days when he met you and yet these days you are turning into a complete mom joke enthusiast. Jungkook loves that shift and he is happy that he is the reason for that change.

Jungkook has to wait for exactly three minutes and then you are already limping back into the bedroom, carrying a tub of ice cream.

"What's that?" he asks. 

"Vanilla ice cream. I wanna eat it", you say nonchalantly and take a spoonful of the sweet treat.

"Why do you wanna eat ice cream all of a sudden?" he sounds confused and slightly offended. 

You sit down on his lap, licking the spoon clean rather sensually. Jungkook watches you eagerly. 

You release it with a bop of your lips. 

"Bunny, I’m gonna eat that ice cream of your body", you say. 

"Okay holy fuck yes", he groans, "please do that please."

"Yeah?" 

"Yeah. Totally. Yes." 

You take another bite, enjoying it with a sinful moan. You can watch how this makes Jungkook gulp. 

Once the spoon is licked clean, you place it on his chest, right on top of his sternum. Jungkook squirms, sneaking a glance at it. It feels warm and wet from your mouth.

"Wanna have a taste?" you ask him all whilst trailing the spoon up and down his skin. 

He nods his head, watching with delight as you stick your finger into the ice cream and then spread the sweet treat on your lips. The soiled finger you press against Jungkook's lips. 

"Clean."

He opens up gladly, licking it clean until it is spotless. The ice cream is sweet, melting off your finger way too quickly for his taste.

You pull your finger free and grab his chin, forcing him to keep his head still as you claim his lips in a passionate kiss.

Jungkook quivers, accepting your kiss with his head dizzy and completely scrambled. Your lips are so sweet. Coated in vanilla ice cream. They are so soft too. Oh so incredibly soft.

Jungkook moans and sucks on your lower lip eagerly. The ice cream may be sweet, but nothing beats the taste of your kiss. Especially when you put so much eagerness into it, stealing his ability to think straight one kiss at a time. 

And while you kiss him, you let your left hand roam over his torso, letting it linger on his spots most sensitive until Jungkook has to pant and mewl into the kiss. 

It is truly peculiar. You and Jungkook rarely kiss during movie night. It may sound alarming at first, but it really isn’t. You get way too invested in the plot to think about kissing and Jungkook is too busy playing on his phone to initiate any excessive smooching. Exceptions are of course boring movies or the ones you already watched. But the really thrilling ones capture you just way too much. 

And yet despite all of that, your kisses during movie night feel so much more intense than on other nights. You can’t quite explain what it is about movie night that makes you want to grab his face and kiss it stupid. Perhaps it is all the time spent with Jungkook, perhaps it is having his warm body close to yours in cuddles for two hours or perhaps it is the relaxing experience you share with him. But movie night always ends with you kissing him as if you have never kissed before.

You break the kiss, cupping his face between your hands. 

"Have I ever told you just how fucking incredible your kisses feel?" you ask him. 

He shakes his head, gazing at you in awe. 

"They feel amazing", you say and kiss him again. 

Deep. Passionate. French kissing him is the best that way. Just tongues and lips and the everlasting love you share with each kiss. With the added bonus of getting way too horny for your own good of course. 

When you break the kiss, Jungkook chases it, keeping his lips parted and his eyes half-lidded. 

"My sweet bunnyboy", you whisper, caressing his cheeks, "you're all mine." 

"Yeah, yours. All of me", his voice is quivering as he speaks. 

This right here. This promise of sweet possession will never stop feeling special. Jungkook sometimes thinks back to the times when you and him tried to have an open relationship. And when he thinks back to those times and hears your promise of utter possession a second later, he feels so happy. He is yours while your every fiber is devoted to him. There is no other that shares your attention with him. Just Jungkook. And that feels epic. 

You climb off his lap and sit down next to his body, keeping your legs pressed to his waist. You place your hand on his tummy. 

"Ready?" 

He nods his head, "so ready."

You give him a smile, "you're so handsome." 

He flusters, lowering his eyes just enough that he misses you filling the spoon with the ice cream until he feels it on his collarbone.

"Oh? Okay wow", he gasps, laughing in slight surprise. 

He squirms. You drag it right down his collarbone, painting a faint line down his sternum afterwards before lifting your spoon.

Your eyes meet. Jungkook gulps at the playful smirk you give him. Then you lower yourself down, starting at his sternum and sucking your way up to his collarbone. 

"Good", Jungkook sighs and closes his eyes. 

The ice cream felt cold on his skin and made it sensitive enough that your tongue feels twice as warm right now as it laps on him slowly.

You reach the end of the ice cream trail, guiding your kisses up his neck. 

Jungkook sighs and rolls his head to the side. The kiss is slow, made of soft sucks and gentle licks. He is seriously so into it. 

"Mhhm Bunny", you purr, lifting your lips to his ear, "so sweet", you whisper, making Jungkook shiver uncontrollably with just a swirl of your breath against his skin. Even you could watch the shiver, smiling to yourself, "Jungkook", you moan breathily, watching the even stronger shiver run through him in answer. 

You smile. How perfect he is. You purr and kiss his ear before sitting up again. 

You take some of the ice cream. Without warning you place the spoon right on the spot where the softness of his tummy meets his ribs. 

"Hng", Jungkook lets out and parts his lips, eyelids fluttering but staying closed. 

You draw a line straight down his tummy, using the middle ridge of his abs as your path. Jungkook’s excessive panting makes it difficult to stay in line however, once you have reached that pretty faint happy trail of his' and that line of ice cream looks more like a curvy path of sweetness. 

You lower yourself, fixing the mistake by licking it right off him. Jungkook moans and pants even more, forcing his stomach closer to your lips with every quick breath he takes. 

"It's so sweet", you sigh and lick his upper stomach clean, "so, so sweet."

"Ah", he lets out, making you lift your gaze. 

You smile, caressing his sides. 

"Are you having fun, Bunny?" 

"So much", he nods his head vigorously. 

You chuckle and kiss his stomach one last time before sitting up for more ice cream. 

You make sure the spoon is especially cold for the next spot. You place it right on his left nipple. 

"Ah god…" he mewls, arching his back. 

"Look at it hardening immediately", you observe, spreading the ice cream in slow circles. 

Jungkook huffs out air and mewls. 

"It's so pretty, makes me wanna taste you", you rasp, lowering your lips to his swollen nipple. 

"Mommy", he moans, opening his eyes just to let them go out of focus. He is so sensitive. Your mouth feels like fire after that ice cream. Slow sucks and hungry licks. Jungkook doesn’t quite know if you simply want to clean him or get him to literally orgasm just from that. You could if you wanted to. You really could. 

Jungkook mewls and tenses his toes. It feels so good.

"So sweet", you gush and lift your head, "you taste delicious Bunny." 

Jungkook whines, trying his hardest to focus his eyes on you. He watches as you rest the spoon inside the ice cream tub and fill it with the sweet treat.

"Want your other one treated too?" you taunt. 

"Yes please", he begs in a sigh. 

Jungkook expected the sensation this time around, but it doesn’t make it any less intense. With an arch of his back, he moans your name, feeling electricity course through his veins. 

"You look so good with ice cream on you", you praise, placing the spoon back in the tub. 

"Mommy", he breathes. 

"Yes Bunny?" 

"It's so good." 

You smile and reward him with your mouth. You suck harshly, forcing a desperate whine past his lips and making his back arch off the mattress. 

With a sinful moan, you lift yourself again, placing your hands on each side of his head and giving him a smile. 

"So sweet", you whisper, giving him a taste of it by kissing him deeply.

Jungkook moans, allowing your tongue to claim him in an instant. One thing he loves about being tied to the bed is just how often you kiss him. He is so helpless, so completely at your mercy and slave to whatever you want to do to him and yet you take so much time to kiss him. Jungkook loves this so much because those kisses feel a million times more tingly. 

You break his complete heaven, caressing his cheek with the back of your hand. There is a certain sparkle in your eyes, the kind that makes Jungkook gulp in anticipation. 

"I want to put it on your cock", you say.

"My cock?" he asks, feeling his stomach twist in excitement.

You nod your head and grin playfully, "it'll be fun." 

"Yeah and really sensitive." 

You smirk lazily, "I'll be careful", you whisper and giggle. 

"Fuck Mommy, you’re so sexy." 

You give him a nonchalant shrug of your shoulders and touch his hips. 

"So what’s it gonna be Bunny? Yes or no?" 

"Yes, but go slow please. I'm really sensitive." 

"Of course, I’ll take it slow and gentle", you rasp, unbuttoning his pants 

Jungkook lifts his hips, allowing you to undress him completely. His hard cock springs free, the sensation is enough to make him sigh happily. He felt so imprisoned in those awful pants of his'. 

"Oh look at you, so hard for me", you praise, caressing his thighs. 

Jungkook opens his legs for you, growing just slightly restless when you claim the empty spot between them and reach for the ice cream tub. The ice cream has melted just slightly in the time you and Jungkook kissed. You can now drip it from the spoon, covering his inner right thigh with it. 

Jungkook groans and sighs, tensing his muscles. So cold. It feels amazing. 

Your tongue follows a second later, forcing another sigh past his lips. So freaking warm. Jungkook is twitching in pleasure. 

Your tongue comes closer and closer to his middle. Jungkook is panting, twisting the tie for what was to come. 

Except that it doesn’t. Instead you pick up the spoon again and decide to drip five little dots on his balls. 

"Okay, wow", he gasps and exhales shakily.

"Too cold?" 

He shakes his head, watching you with eager, sparkling eyes.

He can feel the droplets run down his balls, leaving behind a cold electric tingle.

With your hand wrapped around his veiny shaft, you lock your lips on his balls, sucking off the ice cream. 

"Yes Mommy, yes", he moans breathily, furrowing his brows in that distinct pleasurable way he always does. 

You work slowly. Making sure that he feels every suck, every lick, every blissed moan. And Jungkook does. He feels everything, wishing for time to slow down so he could experience it longer. He is spilling down his shaft and over your fingers, aching for just one jerk of your hand. He knows it won’t come. Your lips are slowing down on his balls, soon they will be gone. 

You release him with a pleased moan, sitting up just enough to get the spoon. 

Jungkook feels himself panting again. 

"Ready Bunny?" 

"Yeah, ready."

You work carefully, placing the spoon just under his frenulum and letting the ice cream run down his shaft. 

"Fuck", Jungkook spits in a whisper, tugging on his restraints. 

"How's that?" 

"Intense as fuck", he rasps, wheezing for air, "Mommy I'm so sensitive", he whines. 

"I know you are", you give him a playful smile before placing the spoon on your tongue to lick it clean. 

Jungkook watches you. His cock is pulsating where the cold ice cream rests and now you are licking that spoon as if it was the most delicious treat ever. He is seriously feeling his brain scramble. 

"I think vanilla is my favourite", you say and Jungkook knows he doesn’t need to answer you as this was just you riling him up. So he bucks his hips up in a silent question for your lips. 

You grant him his wish gladly, welcoming him with a soft moan. You start at the base, working your way up his cock with eager sucks and fast licks. Jungkook mewls and moans, dropping his head in the pillows and closing his eyes. 

"So good…" 

You reach his tip and unable to stop your greedy tongue, you take him into your mouth, giving him deep sucks. 

"Mommy…" 

Jungkook twitches in your mouth, twisting the tie. You didn’t even put ice cream on his cockhead yet, but he already feels so sensitive. Your mouth is just always so warm and wet and your tongue is so soft and skilled. 

Jungkook will never get tired of you giving him head. 

"Mhm", you hum and lift yourself, "so tasty and I didn’t even put ice cream on you yet", you taunt, giving him slow jerks. 

"Please can you?"

"You're so polite", you say in a chuckle, "yeah? Do you want me to?" 

"Yes, please Mommy." 

You give his dick a kiss before sitting up and taking some ice cream. 

"You're so sexy when you're like this, Bunny. All eager and polite", you praise, lingering the spoon over his length, "ready?" 

"Yes", he says and holds his breath. 

He releases it in a shuddering moan just seconds later, bucking his hips up into nothing and tugging on his ties. The ice cream lands right on his cockhead before running down his shaft. It stings just slightly, leaving a blissful burn behind. 

Jungkook's eyes are glued to it. White and creamy. It looks so taunting, almost as if he came all over himself already. But he knows he didn’t, he is way too greedy for more to let go. He could though. If he wanted to he really, really could.

Then he feels it. Your mouth taking him in again. 

"___", Jungkook moans your name because only your name could truly convey just how fucking amazing that sensation feels. 

His cock is so sensitive from the cold and then your wet mouth engulfs him in utter warmth and melts every single iciness away. All there was left is his overly sensitive skin and those slow, slow licks of yours. Jungkook is in fucking heaven, arching his back just to chase it.

You slurp and moan, cleaning him off happily. It is so sweet, you need more. You sink down deeper, forcing a throaty moan out of him. Deeper. Jungkook makes one single sound before inhaling shakily. Deeper. 

"M-Mommy." 

Deeper. His pubes tickle your nose, your throat hugs his length. 

"Holy f-fuck. Ah - fuck…"

You moan and in one quick movement slip off of him only to then slip down again in one go. 

Jungkook bucks his hips up, forcing your nose to squish against his pubic bone and his cock to make your throat bulge.

He tugs on his ties, coughing out a desperate sob. 

"I'm gonna fucking cum", he whines, fucking into you quickly. 

That is when you slam his hips down with a strong grip on them and slip off of him. 

He mewls, fighting your grip fruitlessly as his cock throbs and weeps for his lost orgasm.

"Mommy...why?" 

"It's because you fucked my face without asking." 

Jungkook mewls and sobs, moving his head left and right in what looks like slow motions. 

"C-can I please fuck y-your face?" he tries, making you laugh with it. 

"It's coming a little too late, don’t you think?" 

Jungkook forces his eyes to open just so he can give you the most heartbreaking and devastating puppy eyes ever. 

"No, no. Don’t give me that look." 

Jungkook adds a pout of his lips to the look. 

"I said, don’t give me that look, bunny baby." 

"Please Mommy please?" 

You chuckle, caressing his hips. 

"Fine. You can choose between fucking my face or letting me ride you." 

"Ride me!" his answer is instant and loud. 

You chuckle again, "someone changed his mind real quick." 

"Yeah, yes I want your pussy Mommy. Please." 

You smile, "you're cute Kook, you know?" 

You hook your fingers in your shirt and take it off, throwing it on the floor. Jungkook moans and gawks at your tits. 

"Wow, you’re so beautiful", he murmurs. 

"Thank you Bunny", you say honestly and crawl off the bed. You place the tub of ice cream on the bedside table and then step out of your panties. 

Jungkook switches his gaze from your tits to your pussy, moaning a second time. 

"I can't wait to have your pussy, Mommy", he rasps. 

"Yeah? I can't wait to have your pretty cock, Bunny", you say, climbing on top of him. 

You take his cock and begin rubbing it between your folds. Jungkook moans, tensing his stomach. 

"Do you feel that? That's how wet you get me", you sigh, rubbing his cockhead over your soaked entrance. 

"Please", he begs. 

"No, no", you lift yourself, "go on Bunny, use your words." 

"Please Mommy, please can I have your pussy?" he pants, trembling in anticipation.

"There we go, that's it", you praise and sink down on him, allowing him to return home. 

"Ah! Mommy!" he moans loudly, arching his back. 

"Do you feel that? Is my pussy warning you up well?" 

Jungkook is so sensitive. The ice cream was so cold and the blowjob was so good, leaving his skin just slightly overstimulated and now you wrap your soft, warm walls around him. Jungkook is twisting the tie, gasping for air with squeezed shut eyes. 

You begin rocking back and forth, using his chest for support and also so you can fondle with his nipples. 

"Slow, please Mommy, slow", he begs and groans, kicking the mattress. 

"Is my Bunny still sensitive from the ice cream?" 

"Yes, so sensitive. So fucking sensitive, I wanna cum so bad." 

"Mhm babyboy", you rasp and lean down, cupping his face, "open your eyes." 

Jungkook obeys, breath hitching in his throat. 

"You're doing so well, I know it’s hard but I'll go slow", you whisper, "just tell me if I’m too fast."

You show him the movements. No movement up and down, just slow grinding back and forth, shifting his length inside of you and allowing your clit to rub over his lower stomach.

Jungkook sighs, reaching for your hair but failing. Oh those ties. He tugs on them and mewls. Positions where you are on top and he can look into your eyes always make him want to twist your hair, but today he can’t and Jungkook feels himself tremble in frustrated bliss.

"How's that Bunny? Do you like what I'm doing?" you whisper, running your fingers through his hair. 

"Yes Mommy", he chokes out, voice barely above a whisper. 

"Yes? Then let's do this for a little. Just like this", you sigh and lean down to kiss him. 

Jungkook mewls, tugging on his restraints. He wants to hold you, hug you, feel you. The kiss steals his last breath and yet all he wants is to hold you. 

He breaks the kiss, looking up at you with pleading eyes. 

"Slower?" you ask, barely rocking back and forth. Now all he feels is that rhythmic, strong clench your pussy does so well. He knows that you love it too as the softest of moans slip past your lips.

"Faster please", he begs and you obey gladly. There it is again the constant shift of his length, grinding against your magical spots and tickling his own. 

Jungkook moans with you, tugging at his restraints. It feels so good. He needs to hold you. 

"Mommy, I wanna hold please." 

"Hold?" 

"Hug, I wanna hug you." 

"You're so cute", you whisper and reach up to loosen the knot. It makes your breasts rub against his face and Jungkook has his lips wrapped around one of your nipples in an instant, sucking it eagerly. 

"Ah Bunny, you’re making it so hard", you press out, fighting with the otherwise easy to open knots. Not right now, they feel impossible to defeat with Jungkook's length filling you up and your nipple cradled in his warm mouth. 

Jungkook keens and sucks slowly. His eyes are closed in bliss, his heart is racing. This is his purpose in life. This right here.

There are only a few things which are better than being inside of you while you feed him your breasts. Jungkook loves that combination with every fiber of his body. 

Your nipple slips out of his lips, staying connected with him by a thin string of saliva. It breaks as Jungkook turns his head to take your other nipple into his mouth.

"Bunny…" you sigh, melting because of his kisses. The first knot is opened by now, all you have to try and achieve is loosening the knot around his wrists. It is so difficult to concentrate when all you want to do is reach down and run your fingers through his hair. 

Jungkook slurps, swirling his tongue around your nipple. He feels you tighten because of it. So he licks his way over to your other nipple and begins tracing it. 

"Bunny, my baby", you moan, gripping his hair. You twist it and lift your hips just to drop them again. 

"A-ah-ah fuck", Jungkook stutters, reaching for you and...suceeding. 

Your eyes meet before you can watch Jungkook's go out of focus in bliss. 

"I love you, Mommy", he moans, squeezing your waist desperately.

"I love you too, Bunny", you tell him, shimmying down his body to take all of him in again. 

You cup his face, keeping your eyes locked on his'. He seems to get lost in the sensations more and more, twisting your hair at the nape of your neck. 

Slow grinds back and forth and movements up and down. It isn’t a complicated rhythm or one that should leave you and him as breathless and blissed-out as you currently are, but it does. 

"I'm so lost in you", you whisper, caressing his cheeks, "so goddamn lost." 

"Mommy", he whimpers, wrapping his arms around you, "me - ah - too." 

You know why it leaves you and him so breathless and blissed-out. That connection. That deep, unbreakable connection only you and him share. This right here has long stopped being a distraction from work or a means to orgasm, this here runs so much deeper. Two people melting together until they are one. That is what this is about. Connecting. 

Jungkook pulls you closer until your chests are touching. 

"Deeper Mommy", he begs. 

"Bunny I'm already so deep. So filled by you. Feel it babyboy, feel how you fill me up", you say, taking every inch of him until his thighs stop you. 

"D-deeper", he chokes out, arching his back. 

"There is nothing left, Bunny your thighs stop me." 

He mewls, bucking his hips up, but to no avail. Those last two inches stay outside, only dreaming of feeling your warmth. 

"Can, can I...can we...flip..please?" 

"Yeah? You wanna be on top?"

"Please." 

"Okay, let’s flip", you slip off of him, "I just have to make sure not to- yeah ouch." 

"Careful, your ankle", Jungkook gasps, helping you. 

"Mhm, I’m alright. Just moved it a little", you say and finally manage to lie down, "that’s it. Come here Bunny." 

You make yourself comfortable, while Jungkook claims the space between your legs. He aligns his cock with you and pushes inside, making both of you moan in gratefulness upon being connected again. 

Jungkook falls to his elbows and begins rocking back and forth. 

"That feels so good", you say, moaning shakily, "how's it Bunny? You like it?" 

"Yes...Mommy...so deep", he sighs and moans, claiming your lips in a clumsy kiss. 

Lips and tongue. More tongue than lips. Just lips and lips. Soft sucks and slow pecks, eager licks and fast kisses. You both need it. You need every second and nuance of that long, perfect kiss. 

You hold him as he kisses you, elbows resting on his back while your fingers are in his hair. 

Jungkook is cradling you in his left arm, having it snuck underneath you just to hold you against his chest. His right hand is on your cheek, caressing it softly. And all the while his hips are rocking back and forth, filling you up with his length. 

Jungkook breaks the kiss in need of air, panting quickly not only to breathe but also in bliss. You are so mesmerised, he is so handsome when he loves the sex. Features relaxed and yet slightly scrunched up in bliss. Dark hair hanging into his forehead in messy bangs. Cheeks just the slightest bit reddened.

You run your hands over his neck until you can cup his face.

"Bunny, look at me." 

He peels his eyes open. 

“You’re so handsome.”

He smiles shyly, pressing you against his chest. His heart is racing so much, matching your rhythm.

“You’re so pretty”, he whispers, showing you with a slow grind of his hips just how serious he was.

“Ah Kook”, you sigh, grasping his hair quickly.

“Does it feel good, Mommy?” he asks, repeating what he did before.

“Yeah…that’s the spot…”

Jungkook moans and finds your neck, kissing it slowly.

“Yes Bunny, that feels so good”, you encourage him, sighing softly as you arch your back.

It isn’t particularly hot in your bedroom, but your skin still feels heated. As does Jungkook’s, carrying a sheer layer of sweat on the spots where he touches you. Just a little, just enough to keep you and him just that addictively tingling and sighing.

“Seriously, you feel so good”, he whispers, kissing your other side a second later.

“You too Bunny, so fucking good”, you sigh, twisting his hair with one hand while you let the other dance up and down his spine. It shifts nicely with each thrust, your touch manages to cover his skin in goosebumps.

He is your man isn’t he?

“Jungkook”, you sigh his name at the realisation, wrapping your legs around his thighs. You just want him closer.

“Okay ah”, he moans, “that’s so d-deep.”

“I know Bunny, I know”, you choke out, squeezing him closer with the help of your legs.

“Mommy”, he squeaks out, tensing his arm around you, “I’m going insane.”

“Yeah”, you agree, feeling every single one of your veins tingle in electricity.

“I don’t wanna stop, ever.”

“Me neither, keep going”, you answer him, gripping him tightly.

Jungkook moans, back tensing under your fingertips and cock throbbing inside of you. You are so close to each other. So goddamn close. He is so deep. Oh so incredibly deep.

You don’t have that type of sex often. You love kinky sex, Jungkook loves it just as much. Often times the type of sex you and him have doesn’t even end in penetration and that was amazingly fine for you and him. But sometimes, just sometimes, there is nothing better than untainted, honest sex. No toys, no hardcore kinks, no strict roles. Just your bodies connected in deep thrusts. You don’t have that type of sex often, but each time you and him find yourself stumbling into it, you feel like your purpose was finally found again.

Jungkook lifts his head, “you’re my goddamn life”, he chokes out, making you feel like you are floating.

“Fuck Jungkook”, you moan, cupping his face, “I adore you to Neptune and back.”

“___”, he chokes out and stills. 

“What's the matter?”

“I'm so close.” 

“Mhm”, you hum, dancing your hands down his back and sides, “does it feel that good to you?”

“Yes, we’re so close”, he cradles you in both his arms, “I love you, Mommy.”

“I love you too, Bunny”, you touch his hips and help them rock back and forth.

Jungkook mewls but follows your commands.

“Can you keep it like that? Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, Mommy I can”, he whispers and sighs, “it feels so good.”

“Yes Bunny, it does”, you breathe and let one of your hands disappear between your bodies to touch your clit.

Jungkook doesn’t need to look to know that you are touching yourself. He can feel it. You tighten around him, keeping him inside with strong squeezes.

“Oh god, Mommy. You’re so tight now”, he whines, breathing quickly.

“Don’t stop Bunny, don’t stop”, you encourage him, squeezing his hip.

“Fuck”, he croaks, hiding back in your neck. He twists your hair, having you in such a close hold that you feel your face getting squished between his strong arm and his head. Not painfully of course, on the contrary this kind of closeness brings you closer and closer to your nirvana.

Jungkook inhales you deeply until his air is replaced by your scent. He shivers and squeezes you. He is literally so close. His toes are curling, his thighs are tensing, his stomach feels so tight, each thrust feels like heaven around his cock.

“Almost there babyboy, almost there”, you sigh, voice slightly pitched in pleasure.

“Me too”, he confesses and whimpers.

“Almost there, just kiss my neck.”

Jungkook turns his head and begins kissing you. One can’t really call it kissing anymore. Jungkook is so far gone that most of the time he just pants against your neck as his lips are pressed to it. But he is trying, he is really trying, licking and sucking on your skin until he bruises you by accident.

“Yes Jungkook, ah Jungkook”, you squeak out, “o-one more.”

Jungkook mewls, sucking another hickey on your neck. That gentle sting was all you needed.

You gasp and tense before releasing all that tension in a sinful arch of your back and your legs locking around him tightly.

Jungkook gasps and squeaks, breaking in an instant. He knows that you didn’t give him permission yet, but he just couldn’t hold back any longer. He was dancing on the border to complete bliss for way too long and you became too tight in your orgasm.

So you and him ride the wave together, hugging and holding the other while your bodies are floating on warmth.

Jungkook keeps moving slowly after your highs died down, breathing quickly and kissing your neck. He lets out the softest of squeaks and whimpers, body trembling each time an especially deep breath runs through him.

There it is. One of your favourite feelings. Complete and utter bliss. No thoughts in your brain, just silence. No feeling in your limbs, just warmth.

Jungkook slows down gradually, ending the movements with a tense of his thighs. He whimpers, trailing his kisses from your neck to your face. He kisses your lips first, just once then he begins kissing the rest of your face. Your cheeks, your forehead, your closed eyelids, down your nose, your chin and jawline, back to your cheeks and lips. He whimpers and kisses you between shaky breaths.

You run your fingers through his hair, thinking to yourself that you will never ever love someone as much as you love him.

Jungkook lifts his head.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” you gasp, looking into his glassy eyes.

“Nothing, I just love you so much”, he whispers and cups your face between his big hands.

“I love you too Kook.”

“Fuck baby”, he lets out and lies down on top of you. He keeps his arms around you, holding you safely, “I don’t know why this always happens to me, but that type of sex always leaves me needing so much aftercare.”

You hug him tightly, caressing his back.

“You can hang me up upside down and flock my ass for an hour and I’d be fine with ten minutes of pampering, but if you’d tell me to let go right now I think I’d fucking break.”

“Maybe it’s cause this typa sex goes so much deeper. I feel it too baby, I barely need aftercare on normal days. It’s enough for me when you tell me that you liked what we did, but right now I don’t want to stop hugging you.”

“Yeah”, he agrees and kisses your neck, “but just so you know, I liked what we did.”

You chuckle, petting his hair, “me too, we gotta incorporate ice cream more often.”

“Mhm. Can I eat sushi off your butt one day?”

You snort, “this comes outta nowhere.”

He chuckles, “I’m just saying, that would be hot.”

“You silly noodle, you”, you chuckle, ruffling his hair.

Jungkook lifts his head and looks into your eyes.

“Thank you for this, I really needed this.”

You give him a fond smile, caressing his cheek.

“You know ___, uhm…”

“Yes Kook?”

He lets out a breathy laugh, “I need to tell you something a-and I’ve been thinking about it for a while now, but I didn���t wanna say it because it’s so dramatic and I'm only telling you because I'm brain dead from sex. You won’t hear things like that from intelligent me because I have anxiety when I’m normal and sex dumb me is just kinda loose.”

You smile but don’t laugh because Jungkook seems serious. So you reach out and cup his other cheek.

“Okay? What is it?”

“I am so fucking happy to have you. Like actually goddamn fucking happy.” 

You smile.

“I'm happy to have you too, Kook.”

Jungkook gnaws on his lower lip as he contemplates the situation. His eyes race between yours with such awe that you feel yourself falling for him all over again.

“You know it's gonna sound so sad right now”, he begins, “but holy shit I am so happy that I didn't end my goddamn miserable life back then. That instead of the entire package I only took three sleeping pills. And it's funny because for months after that incident I was always looking for that reason. That one thing you will be happy to have stayed alive for, everyone always talks about. And for months I was just wondering when is this reason going to happen? Until I fell asleep in your arms for the first time. That's when I finally understood what everyone meant.“

"Jungkook...my love…"

"A-and I guess the point I'm trying to make here is that, that I hope that I can always fall asleep in your arms." 

"Of course Kook, I’ll never let you go."

"So in conclusion, I just…" he exhales shakily before taking a deep breath, "I know ___ that you’re the love of my life and I had something really epic planned but, uhm."

Jungkook takes your face between his hands. For some reason you can’t breathe all of a sudden. 

"This right here is perfect, so uhm. Marry me?"

Your lips part in shock. 

"I know what you think of it. I know you think weddings are a waste of money and I know it’s way too much commitment for you and it's totally fine if you want to wait longer, but I just-" 

"Yes Jungkook." 

Jungkook stops talking, now his mouth falls open in shock. 

"Goddamn fucking yes Jungkook. Yes. I'll fucking marry you", you say with tears in your eyes and laughter in your chest. 

Jungkook laughs and starts crying in an instant.

"Really? Are you serious?" 

"Yes, yes, holy fuck yes." 

Jungkook laughs and hugs you as if his life depended on it. You hug him back just as tightly, sharing tears of happiness with him all whilst stumbling in and out of happy kisses. You'll make love again that night and in the morning Jungkook will ask you just one more time if you want to be his wife while you will answer him the same thing you told him those few hours ago.​

[arhvste]

❝ the morning after ❞

ft : suna rintarō, sakusa kiyoomi, miya atsumu, kozume kenma, asahi azumane

warnings : sfw but suggestive - implied sex [night before]

SUNA RINTARŌ

-> sleeps in with you

-> neither of you are in a rush to get up and you’re both tired

-> he’s lazy but he has stamina and that’s evident from last night

-> around 11:30AM he’ll grunt at you signalling he’s awake

-> “oi, you awake?”

-> his voice is heavy with sleep and his hands are already looking for your body

-> eventually you’ll stir awake and find your bodies been shifted so you’re back in his arms

-> suna is naturally warm so his body heat is transferring onto you keeping you satisfied in his arms

-> “morning rin” you’ll mumble tiredly back at him

-> the second he hears your voice he’s got a lazy grin painted across his face

-> “wanna get up in a minute?” he’ll ask

-> what he means is he wants breakfast

-> but he’ll be the one cooking so don’t worry

-> he’ll slip his large t-shirt over you to keep you covered and carry you on his back downstairs before sitting you on the kitchen counter

-> lucky you, you get a nice view of his bare back whist he cooks

-> he’ll still be yawning and stretching whist he’s by the cooker but then he hisses slightly

-> why?

-> because you left some angry marks on his back last night >:(

-> “i’ll take care of those after breakfast”

-> your reassurance is cute because he doesn’t actually need treatment but the fact you’re willing to take care of him is precious to him

-> “you gonna take care of me yeah?”

-> pretty side glancing at you in his shirt

-> he wants to tease you, he really does

-> but he just can’t stop himself from losing himself in the sight of you sat on the kitchen counter with one of his shirts covering you while you tiredly rub your eyes

-> he’s so whipped

-> too whipped in fact because he loses concentration of everything else

-> “rin, you’ve seen me with and without this shirt many times now focus”

-> “nah, i like the view”

-> “and i like my eggs preferably not burnt.”

-> he looks down at the pan, and you’re right

-> “worth it”

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

-> he’s up early no matter what his late night activities were

-> and he would be up on his morning run right now but there’s something stopping him

-> you cutely curled up beside him in bed

-> you’re not even awake and yet you still have control over him

-> he just sighs and hopes you wake up soon so you can both shower together

-> although he loves making a mess with you, he loves cleaning it up better

-> he’s literally itching for a shower by the time you stir awake

-> see, he actually waits for you to wake up because he respects he wore you out last night

-> “good morning princex, shower?”

-> he’s already scooping you up from the bed before you even have a chance to respond

-> yourself and sakusa have a very spacious shower room

-> sakusa isn’t a fan of those tight little single showers so he made sure to purchase an apartment with nothing but the most luxurious bathroom layout and facilities

-> please, you even have one of those tile benches installed in the shower

-> and this is perfect because sakusa loves washing your hair for you

-> his fingers are perfect in your hair as he works in the products you use and throughly washes it after

-> he’s very gentle and after washing you down you do the same for him

-> pressing wet kisses along your shoulder blade and collarbone, he loves the feeling of your hands lathering soap across his body

-> he would argue that the activities the morning after were more enjoyable than the activities in the bedroom

-> but they’re both important to him in different ways

-> the soft mutters of “i love you” and “thank you” are exchanged between the two of you as he handled you gently

-> will carefully lead you out the bathroom and sit you down by the big vanity in your room before pulling out a hair dryer

-> the two of you take self care importantly and make sure to take care elf one another accordingly

-> mornings after with sakusa are slow but very intimate

MIYA ATSUMU

-> an early riser but will sleep in the next morning

-> he honestly just wants you close to him for as long as possible

-> he’ll joke about going for a morning round but really he just wants you cuddled up close to him

-> slow kisses always occur when it comes to mornings with him

-> he doesn’t care that it’s mid winter and the two of you are still naked

-> he’ll get his morning kisses one way or another so as soon as he stirs awake he’s trapped you in his arms so you can’t leave him

-> presses kisses along your shoulders and back as he waits for you to wake up

-> honestly, he’s just in love with you all over again

-> who allowed his s/o to be so perfect even first thing in the morning :(

-> “morning tsumu” makes him perk up everytime

-> “mornin’ doll”

-> doesn’t care how awake you are, the fact you’re speaking tells him you’re awake enough for a slow make out sesh before getting up

-> these types of kisses arent like the ones from the night before

-> they’re equally as special but they’re different

-> these kisses are slow and meaningful, he’s making sure you’re aware of how gentle he really can treat you

-> they’re a reminder that he does think you’re special and he does care and want to keep you safe

-> his love language is physical affection and he tells you he loves you through the long and slow kisses he forces you to crave more of

-> after a while you will tell him it’s time to get up though

-> he’ll whine but oblige and get up and out of the covers revealing a very naked atsumu

-> “like what ya see? we can always go for another round if ya-”

-> “get in the shower and i’ll see you downstairs for breakfast in 10.”

-> “yes angel :,)”

KOZUME KENMA

-> waking up at the same time as kenma is a blessing and a curse

-> he loves that he gets to wake up and see you at the same time you see him

-> but he’s also not prepared to be met with his naked s/o first thing in the morning

-> he won’t even look you in the eye

-> “kenma, are you okay?”

-> “you’re um naked”

-> “yes?”

-> “aren’t you cold or something maybe you should put something on”

-> “but just a few hours ago you were eating m-”

-> “JUST PUT SOMETHING ON!”

-> he’s so embarrassed but it’s only because you both know the effect you have over him

-> you just laugh and call him a baby

-> but maybe you should’ve just stayed naked because he’s even more flustered at the sight of you in his sweater

-> your naked body is under that :0

-> he wears that sweater when he streams too :0

-> scandalous >:)

-> “take it off.”

-> “but you just said t-”

-> “kitten please, you’re doing it on purpose”

-> he’s so flustered and it’s all your fault

-> he’s so worried he looks weird in front of you but honestly it’s cute seeing him so vulnerable

-> you just pull him back down under the covers to sleep for a little longer

-> and who is he is deny when you’re clinging to him in his sweater like that

-> looking down at your precious face too

-> how is he ever meant to say no to you

-> and honestly sleep sounds so desirable right now

-> maybe when he wakes up he’d be more prepared for the sight of you in his clothes

-> he’s just so in love with you and he loves and hates that you have this effect over him

-> but he’s glad that it’s you that has this effect on you and only you

ASAHI AZUMANE

-> you are not getting up early in the morning

-> actually, you’re not getting up at all because you ache

-> and it’s a pain because you wake up before him

-> so you’re just kinda sat there waiting for him to wake up

-> when he does wake up he’s met with a small smirk painted across your face

-> “morning?”

-> “i cant move”

-> “please don’t say it like that!”

-> he is so apologetic

-> he didn’t mean to hurt you and besides you were technically asking for it :(

-> but he will pamper you because he feels horrible

-> even if you tell him it’s okay he won’t listen and he will treat you the way he feels you should be

-> he’ll keep you in bed and go make you breakfast

-> any mail is brought up for you to read in bed

-> any water or coffee you require he will bring

-> “baby i’m not sick”

-> “but you can’t move and it’s my fault”

-> please dhsbdjebd

-> he will be like this for most of the day until you insist you feel better

-> constant apologises are given to you throughout the day despite the fact you promise you’re okay

-> he feels so bad oh :(

-> reassure him enough and he’ll start to believe you though

-> also reassure him it’s not his fault because he will be mentally taking note for the next time you guys ya know >:)

-> “why do you ask for it if you know it hurts the next morning”

-> and he has a point

-> “because it’s worth it”

-> that’s always your argument

-> and besides if that’s why you want from him at the time he won’t deprive you

-> you just have to promise to let him take care of you the next morning that’s all

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Started With A Kiss

Lee Donghyuck/Haechan X Reader | Actor AU, Smut, Fluff, Humor | NC-17 | 10K

Summary: Rookie actor, Lee Haechan, desperately wants to get the lead role in the highly anticipated upcoming TV drama. He’s sure he has what it takes to fill the part. Acting as a hero? No problem. Pretending to overcome his traumatic experience? Consider it done. A bed scene? Easy—wait, no. That might be a problem. But he should be fine as long as he gets to rehearse, right?

Warnings:  protected sex, oral sex, crude humor, swearing, literally 10k of sex with very little plot, a lot of playful banters between sassy!hyuck and equally sassy!Y/N

Wrote this for my love Kira @flopim​ who’s been having a tough time lately. I hope this will cheer you up bb! ❤️

“I want you to make love to me.”

Standing there, still dressed in your bright pink pajamas with your hair resembling a bird’s nest, you can only blink once, twice, and several times more because surely, your ears are playing tricks on you. There’s no way that your best friend, the cutely annoying and annoyingly cute, Lee Haechan—the one who’s been practically glued to your skin like a conjoined twin of yours for the last two years—is asking you to make love to him. 

Surely, this is not what you’d expected to see when you opened the door to your apartment, ready to bark at whoever it was who dared to disturb your beauty sleep (since it is seven in the morning on a Sunday), only to see him standing in his blue ripped jeans and black Michael Jackson shirt with his cheeks flushed, his bag hanging loosely on his shoulder, brown eyes desperately begging for your attention. 

And you’re most definitely sure that he’s not asking you to sleep with him when you still have drool on the corner of your mouth and a terrible morning breath (in your defense, you have brushed your teeth but that was, like, six hours ago).

But when seconds have passed and Haechan still looks like he badly needs to hear an answer, you have very little options but to ask, “You want me to do what to who now?”

Catching a sniff of your mighty dragon’s breath, he promptly takes a step back, scrunching his nose while frantically covering half of his face with the script he’s been holding. “Eew, God, what is that smell?” Ignoring your glare, he repeats his words, voice muffled by the papers. “I said, I want you to make love to me.”

“What—”

“Damn it, woman, just brush your teeth and let me in!”

When he’s stomping his feet while whining that loudly—loud enough for your fucking landlord to hear, along with everybody else in the building (including your cute neighbor, Jaehyun, oh dear God, no), he doesn’t give you any other choice but to invite him in, does he?

You step away from the door, flatly muttering, “Please, come in, why don’t you.” Haechan doesn’t waste any second waiting, making sure to run and stay as far away as possible from you so he won’t inhale the poisonous air that’s tainted with your breath again. 

You roll your eyes. Dramatic little shit. But just to be on the safe side, you make your way to the bathroom.

***

The scalding hot shower you just took was comforting but not enough to wash your entire drowsiness away. You’re in dire need of your caffeine intake. “Would you like some coffee, my king?” You ask between a yawn, hands finding their way to the coffee jar on your kitchen counter.

Haechan throws his bag to the floor, body sinking into the comfort of your couch. “With milk, please.”

"I’m kidding.”

“Well, I’m not.” He throws one of those cheeky grins that you adore—no, wait, you hate—as he settles his legs on your coffee table. “Less sugar but more milk. I’m still growing.”

“Growing what, your balls?” You pour him a cup of coffee as requested, yes, because to balance his demonic behavior, you have to act like the perfect angel that you are. “Since you don’t have any?”

“You mean, like your boyfriend?” Haechan retorts before he gasps dramatically, his palm going to his mouth. “Oh, I’m sorry, you don’t have a boyfriend.”

You hover above him from behind the couch, bringing two mugs filled with sizzling hot coffee. “Want to repeat that?” You tip your mug just a little bit until it nearly spills on his forehead.

Haechan winces, attempting to grin. “I’m sorry, I love you, please don’t ruin my face. It’s the only thing that’s good about me.”

“It surely is.”

“Yah, what does that mean?”

“Take it as a compliment.” 

Sitting next to him, you sip your coffee and curse silently when the liquid burns your tongue. “Okay, so what about this ‘make love to me’ thing you said earlier? Please tell me it’s just a figure of speech or something.”

“I wish.” He drags his legs away from the table so he can lay his cup down because apparently, he means business. “Okay, I know you’re gonna kill me after you hear—”

“After? I’m about to kill you now, actually.” You scoff. “Don’t you remember what we’ve agreed on? You cannot bother me when I’m still too sleepy to smack you in the head, Haechannie.”

“When did we ever—” He stops. “Why are you going to smack me in the head?” 

“‘Cause you’ll say something stupid.”

“Who says I’m gonna say something stupid?”

“You always say something stupid. You’re saying something stupid now!”

“It’s not stupid.” He sighs exasperatedly but when your flat, degrading stare comes into view, it morphs into a groan. “Well, not that stupid. I’ve thought about this—really thought about it—and I can’t find anyone else to do this but you since you’re the only girl I’m friends with. I mean, I can pick random girls, I suppose—you know how popular I am. They just can’t stop talking about me. My hair, my eyes—”

“—your tiny dick.”

“But I don’t want to break any girl’s heart by doing something that’s gonna make them feel like I’m just using them to get a job, you know? I know I’m hot but these good looks aren’t meant to trample people’s hearts.”

“And you don’t care how I’m gonna feel?”

He has the decency to act like he’s thinking about it, but then, “No, not really.”

“Thanks.”

“Look, I really need your help.” He takes it as further as holding your hand between his, puckering his pouty lips, and blinking his eyes in a way that’s cute enough to leave you in daze so you pretend like you’re about to vomit your insides to cover it up. 

Okay, so there’s one thing—one little thing that nobody knows—that you’re too ashamed to admit and that is the fact that you have a massive crush on this boy who sits in front of you with his socks unmatched. Well, no, not massive. It used to be massive during the first few weeks you knew him. How could you not? Haechan was so cute, you wanted to turn him into a doll so you could carry him around in your backpack and squish his cheeks whenever you feel like it. Sure, he’s not all jawlines and dimples like that neighbor of yours (Jung Jaehyun was probably sculpted by God himself ), but Haechan has his own charms. His devilish smirk, his loud, contagious laughter, his naughty eyebrow raise, and his lips—God, his beautiful plump lips, the way they look so pouty and soft. Honestly, you can write a whole essay about his attractive features (not that you haven’t already).

You knew you were crazy for him when the antics he did annoyed the hell out of his friends but to you, he was just plain adorable. And you realized you were pretty much fucked-up when Jeno said, “Fucking Lee Donghyuck said he forgot his wallet and robbed me this morning. Who the fuck orders a freakin’ wagyu steak for breakfast?!” and the only thing you could think of was how nice it was to go on a date with him and how your first kiss with him was going to be like (poor Jeno, though). 

It’s not that you love him or anything. It’s mostly physical, nothing more—at least for now anyway. It’s not your fault that he’s so fucking pretty that he ends up showing every now and then in your fantasy, doing indescribable naughty things that will definitely make Mark splash some holy water on your face if he knew what was going on in your head.

Fortunately, now that you’ve been friends with him for two years, that massive crush you had has turned into something normal, something you can easily hide. And can be forgotten even, whenever another cute guy—like Na Jaemin, for example—takes you out on a date or two. It’s easier to breathe these days.

“Hello? Are you there?” Haechan snaps his fingers, waking you up from your reverie. “What’s your answer? Do you want to make love to me or not?”

‘It’s easier to breathe these days?’ More like fucking kill me. 

“Can you stop saying that?” You pinch the bridge of your nose. “You’re giving me headaches.” Or a heart attack, more accurately. “Assume I said yes. Don’t you think it’s gonna get a little weird between us?”

“What is so weird about it?” He throws his hands in the air, exhausted and impatient. “It’s just gonna be two friends, pretending to be in love with each other, hugging, kissing, touching, and having sweet, tender sex.” Realization falls upon him and you resist the urge to exhale loudly. “Yeah, okay, so it is a little weird, but it should be fine, right? It’s just acting. It’s not like you have any feelings for me, do you?”

If by feelings you mean picturing you naked in my head with your mouth sucking on my neck, then yeah, I do have feelings for you. Plenty of that. But on the outside, you say, “Eew, God, no.”

Haechan squints his eyes at your response. “Can’t say I’m not hurt with the way you said it, but eew, God, no to you too. Well, if that’s the case then I’m sure we’ll be fine,” he says, sipping his coffee, and retracts his mouth as soon as the flavor hits his tongue. “What the hell is this?! Did you spit on my coffee or something?”

You didn’t but for your amusement, you throw him a sly grin. “A little.” It’s satisfying to see him looking like he’s about to pass out. “I’m still worried how it’s gonna affect our friendship later on though.”

He simply shrugs. “Meh. We’re not really that close to begin with anyway.” He takes another sip of his coffee by accident and nearly vomits for real. “Fucking hell—take this shit out of my face.”

“I'm still not sure about this, Haechannie.”

“Look, I don’t know why it’s such a big deal to you, we’re just going to pretend! Acting!” He exclaims as if that was the most normal thing a friend could ask another friend. “And you’re gonna be acting out a love scene with someone as hot as me. Consider yourself lucky.”

“Consider yourself dead.”

“Damn it, my audition is in two days and I really want to get this role!” He’s whining, tugging at your hand like a baby as he practically throws himself at your feet, graveling for your mercy. “You’re the only one who can help me with this. How can I act properly if I don’t have enough experience to perform a freaking bed scene?!”

“I don’t think actors who have to play dead have enough experience of, you know, being dead.”

“Excellent point.” Haechan stares at you blankly, unimpressed. “Do you hear yourself when you talk?”

“Do you?”

A few seconds passed by in silence with the two of you exchanging sinister glares until he finally surrenders with a prominent pout on his face. “Fine, if you don’t want to.” Haechan exhales dramatically, his shoulders sagging and when you don’t respond, he sighs again only louder this time. “I guess, I have to force Mark to make out with me. Again.” He sneaks a glance to see your reaction. “And have my face slapped with a Bible. Again.”

You wince at the thought. “How did you force him, exactly?”

“Just…” He timidly scratches his nose. “Kinda attacked him in his sleep.”

You nod in understanding even when it’s the most idiotic thing you’ve ever heard. “Well, maybe he would’ve been fine with it if you had taken him out for a nice dinner before that.”

Haechan smiles a little at your words, and even a little glimpse of it is contagious enough to make your own spread wider on your face. Small chuckles resonate through the air and he playfully bumps his shoulder against yours, his palm resting on your knuckles.

“On a more serious note,” Haechan says, “I know that asking you to rehearse a bed scene with me is too much and way out of line. But I swear, I’m not gonna touch you if you’re so uncomfortable with it. Won’t even hold your hand, I promise.” Then he notices he’s still holding your hand from earlier. He drops it immediately, clearing his throat. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” It’s more than fine. His hand seems to fit yours in a way that nobody ever does but there’s no way you’re gonna tell him that. “So, we’re just gonna be practicing lines?”

“Exactly.” He rubs his nape, suddenly a bit bashful. “Well, I was hoping to at least kiss you—just to, you know, know how it’d feel like.”

“You’ve never kissed before?”

“I have, obviously.” He rolls his eyes, disgusted at your question. “I’m not a fucking virgin if that’s what you’re assuming.”

“Chill, don’t get your panties in a twist. Nah, I know you’re not a virgin from how many times you’ve had sex with yourself.”

“Hey!” 

“But then, why do you need to practice? Can’t you just go straight to your castmates, and kiss the bejeezus out of them?”

Donghyuck runs a hand through his face. “It’s… I’ve never done it for a role,” he professes, faint blush blooming on his cheeks, “And the scene is supposed to be intimate and I’ve never… You know…”

You gesture at him to clarify more with your hands. “You’ve never…?”

“You know…” The color on his face turns brighter. “T-the thing.”

“What thing? Never made-out in public? Never had sex outdoor?” You act clueless just because you’re liking his reaction. “Never had a finger stuck in your ass? What? Please do enlighten me.”

“I’ve never been in love, you witch!” Haechan is adorable when he’s fuming. Nostrils blaring, eyebrows knitting together in an angry frown, scarlet cheeks all puffed out. He looks like a terribly pissed Pomeranian.

Man, if I could just take a picture. “Oh, okay. So have you had your finger stuck in your ass?”

“I swear to God—”

“Kidding. I know you have.” But even when Haechan is nearly ripping your cheeks apart from your face, your giggles are never-ending. “So, you’re nervous?” You snort, raising an eyebrow. “You, the obnoxious, desperate-for-attention Lee Haechan, are nervous?”

“Will you help me out or not?!”

You pretend like you’re contemplating about it when truth is, every part of your body and mind is just screaming what the heck are you waiting for? He’s asking you to rehearse a bed scene—a. bed. scene! And he said he wanted to kiss you, for God’s sake! So, really, what else is there to say but “Okay.”

Haechan widens his eyes. “Okay?”

“Okay.” You try your best to appear nonchalant. “But you’ll owe me a favor. A huge one.”

“Anything,” he instantly agrees, “As long as I’m not dead, you have my words.”

You’re not yet sure what you’re planning to ask him but seeing his enthusiasm, you know it’s going to be good. “Great. So, umm, do you want to do it now or…?”

“Whenever you’re ready.”

“Here?”

“Wherever you want.”

“Man, you’re giving me too much power. I should’ve agreed to this way sooner.” You can practically feel your face splitting in half from how wide you’re grinning. “My room, then? I mean, a bed scene requires… a bed, right?”

Haechan laughs and even after two years, it still sounds like your most favorite thing in the world. “No, it doesn’t necessarily require a bed but sure.” He jumps out from the couch, taking you by the hand, and only by that, you can already feel your heart thumping a tad faster. But the second he walks into your room, he makes a face. “Why does it smell like something died in here?”

“Because something did die. Your dignity.”

The tickling fight doesn’t occur very often between you and Lee Haechan but once it starts, it means war.

***

“Okay, so…” Haechan hands you the script, already opened to show you a page filled with dialogues and short narratives. He scoots closer on the bed, his knee a few inches away from grazing yours as they dangle from the edge. “Just from the top of the page, here.” He points with his finger and you do a quick scan, trying to get a picture of the intimate scene you’re going to do. “So, a quick summary. Your character, Aeri, has been in love with my character, Donghyun. In the earlier scene, you’ve confessed your love to me but I rejected you because we’ve been friends for so long and I didn’t want to ruin what we have. But then, later on, some things happened and I ended up catching feelings for you and this is the part where I’m gonna be telling you how I really feel and then we start kissing and—”

“Then we have sex,” you utter in dismay, but butterflies are erupting from your stomach due to the anticipation.

“No,” Haechan corrects you, “We make love.”

“Is there any difference?”

“There are more feelings involved, not just out of sheer passion. It’s slower. Tender. Intimate.” And when he notices you raising a questioning brow at him, he sighs. “That thing you did with Jaemin? Fucking like bunnies? The opposite of that.”

You mock him by imitating his sigh exaggeratedly and receiving a flick on the nose in return. “Is it just me or is the script pretty lousy?”

He nods. “But they’ll pay you good money for this.”

“I thought the reason you became an actor was to create art not money.”

“When I’m rich, maybe. Right now, I gotta pay for my rent. And apparently, Jeno keeps chasing my ass, forcing me to pay him back. It was just a wagyu steak for fuck’s sake.” He grumbles to himself, momentarily distracted. “Anyway,” he cracks his neck, “I’ve memorized my lines. Wanna give it a go?”

“Okay, let’s try. I guess I’ll be fine if it’s just kissing. Even if it’s with you.” When in reality you’re only agreeing to this because it’s with him.

Haechan’s eyes gleam brighter, ears practically perking up like an excited puppy. “Really?”

“You’re that excited at the thought of kissing me?” You play smug but you could practically hear your heartbeat blasting through your ears. “What else have you been thinking about me?”

“I’m not excited at the thought of kissing you, dumbass,” he spits back, the spark in his eyes vanishes in an instant. “I’m excited that finally I can practice kissing scenes with someone who’s actually willing to do it, and not, you know, like with the back of my hand or something.”

“You…” Failing to hold back a grin, you burst out laughing. “You made out with your hand?”

It’s funny that even when his skin is golden as if it was kissed by the sun, it still shows vividly on his face whenever he blushes. “I didn’t mean it literally—”

“I can’t believe you made out with your hand.”

“Would you just—” He nearly suffocates you with your pillow but you quickly retaliate by kicking him in the stomach.

Tears are prickling at the corner of your eyes. “Man, that mental image of yours making out with your hand will live in my mind rent-free for as long as I live.” When you still can’t stop laughing, Haechan is practically baring his teeth. “Okay, I’m sorry. Let’s get this going. If it gets too uncomfortable for me, I’ll stop.”

“Of course.” 

“At any time I want.”

“Your call.” He nods in agreement with the most serious expression you’ve ever seen him do; it almost doesn’t seem like him. 

“Good,” you say. “Now, I’ve never acted once in my life so if you laugh at me, I will sneak into your room at night and pour hot coffee on your computer.”

There’s fear fleeting through his eyes but he gives another nod. “Deal.”

“All right…” You take a deep breath, willing your heart to stop hammering against your ribcages, and for once, focus more on the script instead of the shape of his pretty, pretty mouth. “What are you doing here?” You follow the script, voice a little bit shaky as you’re still embarrassed with everything you’re doing. Haechan closes his eyes and you’re about to throw a joke to tease him about actor Haechan coming alive but when he opens them and gazes at you, you sit still, frozen.

“I wanted to see you,” he says, voice so delicate, it startles you. He’s so serious about this that you don’t find the strength within you to tease him like how you usually do. Somehow, the little gestures he makes, the changes in his expression alter the air along with the tension in the room. Suddenly, it feels like you’re standing next to him under the spotlight, hundreds of pairs of eyes following your every movement. 

“It’s—” You swallow your breath, tongue lays heavy in your mouth. “It's pouring outside, why are you—”

“I love you,” he vocalizes, his eyes gentle and heartbroken. His voice suddenly sounds a pitch lower, reverberating through the air until it sends goosebumps to the tiny hairs on your nape. He waits for your reply and you have to blink twice to slap yourself back to reality.

“W-what?”

“I’m sorry it took me this long to realize, but I do. I’m in love with you, hopelessly so.” He reaches out to cup your cheek, his thumb caressing your cheekbone. Though he has pretty hands, his fingertips are not as soft as you had imagined them to be, but they feel better, feel real. His warmth is unfamiliar to your skin but it feels more pleasant than anything that ever touches you. “Maybe you’re unaware of this, but it kills me to know that I’ve hurt you because I simply couldn’t be brave enough to accept my feelings. The reason why I didn’t want us to be together was because I didn’t want to ruin what we have, not knowing that we could be something more.”

Haechan’s lines fit your situation so much that you wish he wasn’t acting. It’s amazing how he’s changing into an entirely different persona and yet, it feels so natural as if he has been that person all along. Your breathing gets heavier as you take a brief look at the script, searching for your lines. “This feels unreal…”

“Do you still love me?” Haechan lifts your face by the chin, his touch is paper-thin. 

You wet your lips, head swirling. “But Donghyun—”

“Do you still love me?” He repeats, emphasizing with his tone. His eyes are peering into yours and you wonder maybe the quote eyes deeper than the sea refers to his gaze. “Or is it too late for me?” His thumb drifts to your lip, caressing your bottom one, your lip balm sticking to his skin. 

“I do,” you reply. He’s so pretty. You’ve never taken a glance longer than a few seconds at his close-up face, but now that you’re in this close proximity, you can finally witness the two tiny moles on his cheek, the beautiful shape of his dark eyes, the delicate curve of his lips… “I do love you, Donghyuck.”

A few seconds of silence hangs in the air when Haechan stops, his eyebrows furrowing. “Umm—it’s Donghyun, actually.”

Fuck! “Right!” You nearly leap out of your bed, face aflame. “Donghyun! Of course! I don’t know why I said that. Donghyuck is your name, I know that—” Fuck, fuck, fuck, just fucking kill me. “Sorry, umm—nervous.”

Fortunately for you, Haechan buys your bluff. “Rookie mistake,” he chuckles and you exaggeratedly roll your eyes to play along. “Okay, let’s start over. Do you still love me?”

“I do,” you respond too rigidly, making him glance away so he won’t break into laughter. “I do love you, Donghyun. Dong-Hyun.”

“Good,” he improvises, as it’s not written in the script. He has a tiny smile on his face and you like to think that it’s just him doing a terrible job at hiding his amusement. But when he swats your bangs out of your eyes, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, he seems like he’s seeing the most beautiful thing he has ever seen in his whole life. The adoration in his eyes, his loving gaze—they are so vivid, they nearly consume you. “Because I don’t think I can resist this any longer…”

You’re lost in his eyes, lost in his touch, lost in his warmth. It’s until Haechan nudges his head slightly, indicating you to wake up, you’ve got a line to say, that you jolt, eyes hurriedly going down to the script, seeking your lines. “Umm—“ You flinch. You sound so jittery, it’s terrible. “R-resist what…?”

But Haechan doesn’t pay a mind that you just stuttered from saying two words. He doesn’t ask you to start over. Instead, he presses his forehead against yours, his breath mingling in the air and you can taste the scent of sandalwood and summer. Combined with his soft breathing, you’re almost stuck in a haze, just reeling in the feeling of how this man is now closer to you than he has ever been in the past two years and it’s better than anything you’ve ever imagined.

“Resist this,” he whispers and before you can look down to check whether you have more lines to say, Haechan dips his head, his lips brushing against yours, ever so faintly at first but when you gasp, he presses harder, framing your cheeks with both hands before he moves one down to your waist. Unlike his fingertips, his lips are soft—softer than silk or the cotton candy he once bought you. But it’s not the way they feel or the way he tastes that distract you the most. It’s the way he moves them, parting his lips slightly so he can blend with yours, your lower lip fits perfectly between his plump ones. It’s the way he sighs, so contentedly, as if kissing you was everything he ever wanted.

You close your eyes, hands reaching up to his collar, wanting to feel him more, wanting to touch him—

Haechan breaks away, placing both hands on your shoulders. “How was it?”

You’ve never had someone splash cold water on your face but you figure it might feel something like this. Your voice grows hoarse when you speak. “How was what?”

“The kiss!” Haechan’s eyes are filled with concern, analyzing your expression. “Was it romantic enough? Tender enough? Did it properly convey the desperation and longing my character feels for yours?”

You knew this was a bad idea. You fucking knew it. So, why are you still hurt when he acts like he feels exactly nothing by that kiss? This is just an acting lesson for him. You should have been prepared. 

“It’s good,” you answer, averting your gaze and hiding your eyes behind your bangs. Your heart is still running a thousand miles an hour but somehow, it doesn’t feel as pleasant as before. “So, next scene—”

“Wait, are you okay?” Haechan asks, bending slightly to catch a glimpse of your face. “Was it too much? Do you want to stop?”

Truth is, you’re conflicted. You’re going to catch feelings—you most likely already are. But Haechan only treats you as a friend and nothing more, and this is the only chance you have to be this close to him. The temptation of continuing the kiss, to just hold him close for one more time, stands stronger than anything else so you say, “No. I promised you I’d help.”

He’s still unsure, eyes glinting in concern. “It’s okay if you want to stop, I—”

“Let’s just do the damn scene, Donghyuck.”

Haechan freezes on his seat, eyes searching yours as you now have the bravery to look at his face. Knowing you came on too strong, you try to ease it off with a smile. “I’m fine, don’t worry. It’s just my first time doing this—acting, I mean. Can we try again?”

He spends another few seconds trying to decipher the true meaning behind your smile but eventually nods his head at your command. He drags his finger back to the script. “Then, umm… Let’s start from here?”

You don’t even look at the page when you give affirmation. “Go.”

Haechan takes a moment to prepare himself and when your eyes meet each other again, he’s a different person once more. “The reason why I didn’t want us to be together was because I didn’t want to ruin what we have, not knowing that we could be something more.” His voice is so soothing, you almost forget that deep down you’re immensely upset knowing that the kiss didn’t have the same effects on him.

This time, when he frames your face with his palm, you lean into his touch, eyes never leaving his. “This feels unreal,” you say and for a second—just for a split second—you notice Haechan breaking out of character, surprised by the gentle expression on your face. Because you’re not acting out his script, you’re acting out on your feelings. It’s your only chance to be honest with him without forcing him to respond. So you pour all these feelings you have for him out in the open—ones that started from a mere physical attraction to something more as his presence grew bigger in your life, you’re acting out each and every one of them. 

“Do…” He inhales sharply, trying to focus. “Do you still love me?” He’s doing the same thing as before, placing his thumb and index finger on your chin but before he can say his lines, you see how his eyes fall on your lips.

And you kiss him. You kiss him with everything you have, hands going to his face, fingers slipping between his strands, and Haechan gasps against your mouth, his fingers curling around your wrist. You know he’s about to push you away so you quickly murmur, “I do,” against his lips, breath stuttering, “I do love you.”

When you take his bottom lip between yours, teeth grazing against his supple skin, Haechan lets out an involuntary moan at the back of his throat. The butterflies in your stomach come alive, pumping a rush of adrenaline through your veins and suddenly, you’re brave enough to glide your tongue across his lip. His hold tightens around your wrist but instead of pushing you away, he tugs you closer and you fall into his chest, hands breaking free from his grip to wind around his neck. Your fingertips are scraping against his nape before they move upward to yank at the roots of his hair. “Fuck,” he breathes out, almost inaudibly, as if he didn’t mean to let the word slip from his mouth and it makes your heart jumps straight out of your chest. The second he responds properly, Haechan kisses like fire, all passion and urgency, and you really don’t mind being consumed by his flames.

His hands are on your waist, pulling you closer and closer until you’re almost sitting on his lap before he jolts awake, pushing you away so abruptly, you almost fall from the bed.

“I’m—We—” he stammers, looking everywhere but your eyes. His cheeks are flushed, his lips bruised and red from your kisses. “I think we should—I gotta go—“

He stands up from the bed like the sheets are catching on fire, picking his script from the floor and gathering all his belongings at once before he runs toward the door. He turns on his heels, wanting to say something to fix the goddamn situation, but when his eyes land on yours, his words vanish without a trace. 

“I—I’ll call you later,” he finally says and doesn’t wait for your response. The front door closes with a thud.

And then silence comes to answer.

What just happened? 

Your heart is thundering inside your chest, you’re starting to feel nauseous. What have I done? You keep asking over and over. You thought everything was going to be fine. He responded to your kiss earlier, didn’t he? You were sure you didn’t imagine the whole thing. But now he’s gone and you’re not sure whether he’s gonna come back as the same Haechan—the old, bratty but caring Lee Haechan. The one who snickers loudly when you fall face-first on the ground but always steals secret glances at you to make sure you're not hurt. The one who makes jokes about your love life but never forgets to show up at your apartment with a thoughtful gift right at the minute you turn a year older. 

Things are not just gonna get awkward, they’re ruined.

When nearly half an hour has passed by and you’re still left alone in your apartment with no signs of him coming back, you’re about to go insane. You can’t stay still, walking back and forth your living room with the tip of your thumb between your teeth.

Should I chase after him and explain that it was just me trying to improvise? You hesitate with your hand lingering on the doorknob. But with your knees nearly giving up under your weight, you decide to stay put. It will probably just gonna make it worse. He’ll see through my lies, he always does.

You’re straying away to the kitchen, hands placed on the counter. You can feel your head spinning, stomach somersaulting. Damn it, why did I have to do that?! Why couldn’t I just— 

The front door slams opened and Haechan barges in with his hair messy, ruffled by the wind, and his bangs sticking to his temple. Stunned, you stand still on your ground. Your heart is the only one that’s moving beyond control. His eyes scan your apartment until they land on yours and for an instant, everything seems to fade away.

“Fuck it,” he says, dropping his bag to the ground and making his way towards you in such a hurry, he nearly trips over his feet. “You’re not that good of an actor to be faking it.” Before you have the chance to even take a breath, Haechan’s lips are smashing against yours. 

“Hae—” Haechan’s kiss is insane. So forceful that you can barely keep up, taking every bit of air directly from your lungs. He has you backed against the kitchen counter, the marbled edge digging into your skin. His hands frame your face, sliding against your cheek until they cup the backsides of your neck, his thumbs resting against your ears. You curl your fingers around his wrist, gasping, “Wait—”

He pulls away, lifting your face so you can’t bring your gaze anywhere else. “You like me?” His eyes are just as intense, begging for answers. “Please tell me I’m not imagining this.”

But behind that passion, his confidence is wavering. You can tell by his quivering breath, the little tremble running through his fingertips, and at that, you’re drowning in relief. You don’t think he’s that good of an actor to be faking this too. 

“I do,” you admit, heart pounding so loudly that you can barely hear your own voice. “I like—”

His mouth is on yours again and it feels like he’s kissing you in a hundred different places at once. “Jesus Christ, why have you kept quiet about this for so long?” he says, tasting your breath and skin at the same time. “Two fucking years. We wasted two fucking years.”

The words this isn’t happening endlessly run through your head but all your senses scream that Haechan is really here, in your arms, his nails clawing against your shirt and there’s nothing left you want from this world.

When you reciprocate to him properly, your palms sliding up his chest, over his shoulder, until your arms circle his neck, Haechan sighs in content. His kisses grow slower—more relaxed—but deeper, his tongue peeking out shyly at first but not for long. He still tastes faintly like the coffee you made and something else entirely different. Something pleasant that’s just exactly how you’ve fantasized him to be, if not more.

He pulls away to catch his breath with his eyes still focusing on your lips, thumb rubbing your lower one. “Does this feel weird to you?” He whispers, his temple pressing against yours.

You’re intoxicated by his sweet scent though you’re not sure whether it’s the smell of his shampoo, his cologne, or just him altogether. “No,” and as soon as the word comes out, his lips are chasing after yours once more.

“Good, ‘cause I don’t think I can stop.” He’s breathing heavily against your mouth as you are against his. With his fingers twisted in your hair, making a messy ponytail out of it, Haechan peppers open-mouthed kisses on your neck, tongue pressing against your pulsating vein and a whimper escapes your mouth.

Your dreams, your fantasies—they all fall pale in comparison to reality. When you vocalize his name, it almost sounds like a plead and Haechan slants his mouth back on yours again, giving you another taste as he is not satisfied with yours just yet. “Your lips taste amazing,” he breathes out and it’s so quiet, it seems like he’s intending to say the words in his head and not with his mouth. But as his words fall on your ears, they send tingles down your spine.

“So do yours,” you reply, attempting to make him blush in return but if he does, he doesn’t show much. “Never pegged you as a man who wears lip balm.”

You can feel his smirk directly with your skin. “I’m not wearing any.”

“You’re not?” You lightly giggle, swiping your tongue across his lower lip. “Then your lips do taste amazing.”

Haechan’s hand is slipping underneath your shirt, fingers hovering above your bra. “Guess there are still a lot of things you don’t know about me, huh?”

“I’ve got a hunch you’re about to teach me?”

“Only if you’re eager to learn.”

The kiss becomes heavier that you’re lost for words, entirely consumed by his passion, until he breaks away, muttering, “Off, off, off, off, off,” as he struggles to tear the fabric away from your body. You titter at his desperation, raising both hands to help him out of his misery. The second it’s off, he lifts you by the waist and places you down on the counter. 

“I’m amazed you could lift me,” you coo, admiring the sight of his lean stomach as he pulls his shirt over his head. His silver necklace hangs loosely around his neck and you hook a finger around it to yank him back to you.

He doesn’t seem to be able to detach his lips from yours for too long, especially when you keep sneaking glances at his. So when he speaks again, his every word is painted directly to your skin. “It wasn’t easy.” He settles between your thighs, mouth latching against your collarbone. “You weigh a ton.”

“Yeah?” You bite your lip, holding back a moan as he sucks bruises on your neck, the edge of his fingers trailing over the seam of your bra. “Then you must be so strong.”

“I am, haven’t you noticed?” Haechan pulls away just to showcase a mischievous grin. “I work out, you know.”

You blurt out laughing. It’s not solely because of the mental image of Lee Haechan—a full-time gamer, Lee Haechan—doing push-ups seems so funny to you. It’s more about the way he wiggles his eyebrow, trying to be sexy about it when you know he’s the weakest one in your group. Flustered at your reaction, he flicks your nose. “What is so funny?”

“I’m sorry,” you apologize though it doesn’t seem that much sincere with the way you’re still giggling at him. “It’s just that an hour ago we were two friends making fun of each other and now we’re here, in this position. I don’t know, it just feels surreal to me.”

An adorable pout blooms on his face. “I thought you said this didn’t feel weird.”

“No, it’s perfect. I want this.” You wrap the end of his necklace twice around your index finger. “I want you. It’s just… I’ve been imagining this to happen for such a long time and now that it’s happening, I’m feeling a lot of things at once.” You place a reassuring kiss on his temple. “I’m nervous.” This time landing one on his cheek. “I’m relieved.” When your lips hover above his, you notice him parting his own slightly in anticipation. “And it feels so good, I don’t ever want to stop. Even if that means we can’t go back to being friends.”

Haechan can’t form a response as you don’t let him, your mouth swallowing the tiny moans he emits. “We’ll talk about that later,” he hastily replies, “I still haven’t had enough of you yet.”

Without warning, he lifts you off the counter, making you yelp and wrap your legs around his waist for support. “Haechannie!” With you holding onto him, he takes a step forward, ignoring your call. “Where are you taking me—"

“Wait, no, back pain, back pain.” Both of you nearly tumble down to the ground from how he’s harshly placing you back to your feet, wincing at the ache erupting from the strained muscles in his spine. He’s groaning in pain, massaging his back with both hands. “Fuck, you’re really heavy!”

“That’s no way to talk to a lady.” You throw your slipper at him, missing his head just a few inches, laughing all the way. “What exactly were you trying to do?”

“I was trying to move us to the couch.”

“All you had to do was ask.”

“I was trying to be sexy.” He juts out his lower lip, and it takes all control of your body to not squeeze his cheeks from how adorable he looks.

“Honey, you are sexy, believe me, but you’re also weak as fuck. Consider hitting the gym for real next time and then carry me.”

“Shut up,” he sighs, holding out a hand for you to take. “To the couch, please? And maybe a massage after this ‘cause my back is killing me.”

Shaking your head in amusement, you take his hand, intertwining your fingers with his and drag him over to the couch. He’s in the middle of asking, “Do you want me to be on top or—” when you push him down and straddle his lap without warning, legs tangling around his hips. “Oh, okay.”

You run a hand through his hair, pushing them back so you can witness the glow in his eyes. “You look sexier with your hair pushed back.” You love the way he stares at you, eyes half-lidded painted with lust and desire. And combined with your commentary, he now has his cheek tinted with red. “Do you have a problem with me being on top?”

His eyes quickly run down to the place where your denim shorts are riding up your thighs, your zipper pressing against his groin. With a noticeable gulp, he stutters out, “N-no.”

You smile, patting his cheek. “Good.”

The kiss starts slow as you focus more on moving your hands down his body. Haechan shivers a little when your palm is pressing against his bare chest, sliding down to his navel. When you pull back, raising a questioning brow at his reaction, he bashfully says, “Your hand’s cold,” looking like a nervous little boy who’s a stark contrast to how he usually behaves.

He’s so cute.

“Well, I know a way to warm you up.” You smirk, almost cringing when you hear your own words but Haechan seems to like it.

“Oooh,” he coos, grinning against your lips. “Are you offering what I think you’re offering?”

“I don’t know.” You kiss your way down from his jawline to his chest, pushing yourself off his lap so you can kneel on the floor, your fingers unbuckling his belt. “What do you think I’m offering?”

Haechan’s eyes are glowing with anticipation. He curves his fingers around the edge of his seat, wetting his lip nervously when you pull his zipper down. You release him from his boxer, stroking him to life and he sinks his nails further into the couch. A train of expletives breaks free from his mouth but he’s so quiet, you can only hear his ragged breathing.

But by the time you run your thumb over his slit, your hot breath hitting his sensitive skin, Haechan melts into a whimpering mess. “Please don’t tease,” he begs.

“I haven’t even started, Haechannie.” And he looks like he’s about to say something but it only turns into a mewl when you press a kiss to his tip. “You’re so cute,” you comment, and he shivers when the vibration of your voice meets his skin. 

Haechan tries to act composed. “Of course I’m cute, it’s—” 

You cut his line short by darting out your tongue, giving kitten licks at the side, smiling satisfyingly when his eyes meet yours. As you give him a little suck around his tip, he throws his head back, his lower lip between his teeth. “I—I said don’t tease.”

“I’m not teasing you.” But you are. How can you not? He looks so fucking cute. You’ve never really enjoyed giving head before, especially when your opponent gets rough and ends up pushing too deep until you gag. But with Haechan, you feel like you can do this for hours. He’s so nervous and shy, doesn’t even dare to place his hand on your hair, and his reaction to every bit of your action is honest even when his words aren’t. 

“Here.” You take one of his hands, moving it to your head. “You can use me as much as you want.”

“Use—” he crumbles at your choice of words. When you suddenly envelop him with your mouth, moving from the tip to the base in one quick motion, Haechan instinctively grabs a handful of your hair, flinching. “Goddamn, why are you so fucking hot?”

You giggle, sliding his cock out of your mouth with an obscene pop. “Thanks.”

“No, I mean your mouth. It’s so fucking warm.”

“So, you’re saying,” you dip your tongue into his slit, eyes seductively peering into his. “I’m not hot?”

“You’re—Fuck, fuck—” Haechan seethes, hips buckling when you bob your head down again, tongue pressing against his veins. Shivers run through his fingertips when he slips them between your locks, pushing your fringe back to have a good look at your face. You catch a glimpse of him, his lips unconsciously moving to form words that you can’t hear. So pretty, he seems to say, and the thought of it makes your stomach lurch in delight. Taking him completely in your mouth, you hollow your cheeks, swallowing around him. He tightens his hold around your hair, cheeks flushed and you expect him to hold you in place so he can thrust against your mouth but what he does is pull you away. “Stop, stop, stop, stop.”

Wiping a string of saliva away with the back of your hand, you ask with a frown. “Something’s wrong?”

Haechan hides his reddening face behind his fingers, quietly answering, “I was about to come.”

You hold back a grin. With a nonchalant hum, you dip your head down again, this time engulfing him until he hits the back of your throat.

“Jesus Christ.” His sanity is deteriorating, he can feel it.

“Don’t bring Lord’s name when I have your dick in my mouth, Haechannie. Mark would kill you if he knew.”

“Fuck Mark. Come here.” He rushes forward, forcibly pulling you up with both hands clamping your arms. When you follow his order, settling back down on top of his lap, he confesses with his lips grazing against the shell of your ear. “I really won’t last long if you keep doing that.”

Despite your previous teasing and confidence, you squirm inside his arms, feeling warmth spreading from your chest to your cheek. “So I have these effects on you?”

He’s almost growling when he retorts, “You don’t even know.” Haechan pushes your bra strap until it falls off your shoulder, teeth marking your supple skin until you hiss in both pain and pleasure. He presses a softer kiss to soothe away the bruise. “Sorry, I… You’re gonna need to cover it up tomorrow.”

“It’s fine.” You stroke his cheek, tracing the tiny mole on his jawline. “Seems like you have a biting kink.”

He sheepishly chuckles, “I don’t know. But if you let me, I’d love to do that again.” 

Something about him saying it in the most sincere way possible, almost too formal even, makes you crave more for him and everything he does. “You’re allowed to do whatever you want with me, Lee Donghyuck.”

Haechan swallows hard, barely has the bravery to look at you in the face after hearing your words and his real name tumbling out of your mouth. His fingers are now on the hem of your shorts, trembling a little bit. “Umm—may I?”

Helping him further, you stand on your knees, unclasping your bra first to his surprise and pulling your denim shorts and panties down to your thighs. Haechan watches with his eyes wide open, mouth parted in awe as he commits every bit of your curve and movement into memory. It feels so thrilling to be this wanted, to be ravished by his eyes, until you begin to struggle to push your clothing away from your legs.

“Need some help?” He asks, lips pursing as he tries to hide a grin. 

You exhale loudly, detaching yourself from him. “Let me just—” You jump off his lap, standing back with your feet on the ground, and kicking the clothing away with annoyance—why in the world did you have to wear shorts this tight—and slap him in the chest when he’s chuckling at the sight. 

“Maybe you should stop trying to be sexy too,” Haechan snickers.

“Shut up.” You crawl back into his lap. “Go back to staring dumbly at me like before. I’m naked.”

“I wasn’t staring like tha—oh,” he inhales sharply as you grind your heat against his cock, amazed at how warm you are despite your cold palms. The sensation of skin meeting skin feels much more different. There’s really no going back this time. Somehow, it feels dangerous, as if you’re doing something forbidden and it makes your skin crawl with excitement.

And by the look on his face, seems like he feels the same way.

“Lost for words?” You taunt him with a smirk, hands on his chest. “That’s new.” His glare is menacing but it falters away the second you rub your arousal against his. 

His head falls to his shoulder, eyes tightly shut. “God, baby…”

There it is again. The funny feeling in your stomach. “Baby?” You simper though your heart is palpitating like crazy. “We’re moving on to giving each other pet names now?”

If he can blush any harder than this, he probably might but with the way you’re grinding shamelessly on his cock, letting him get a glimpse of how wet and warm you are, he’s all maxed-out. 

His earlobe lays between your teeth when you whisper, “Shall we put it in?”

Haechan’s nails are sinking into the skin of your hips, both to hold you in place so you’ll stop torturing him and to press you down harder on his crotch. “I…” He’s so distracted, he can’t even think. The way the side of his length is pressing against your folds is pushing every little bit of self-control he has to the back of his head.

“Haechannie?” You giggle, moving your hips. “I kinda asked you a question here.”

“Yes, fuck, yes, please.” Haechan tries his very best to not sound that desperate for your touch but he is that desperate. “Wait—aren’t we—shouldn’t I wear a condom first?”

You blink, halting your movement. “You brought a condom with you?”

He nods as he leans forward, fingers searching frantically at the pocket of his jeans that hang low on his knees. “Here.”

“Why do you have a condom with you?”

“‘Cause I bought it downstairs just now.”

Your jaw grows slack at the realization. “Is that the reason why your hair was so messy and you were sweating when you barged in here? ‘Cause you ran downstairs, trying to find a condom?”

“I’m sorry, are you really complaining about this now?”

At the feeling of his member twitching underneath you, you sigh. “You’re right. Let’s discuss that later.”

It feels a bit awkward when you stand on your knees, giving him some space and wait until he finishes wrapping the rubber around himself. The silence that hangs between you is almost deafening that by the time he’s done and you fall back to his lap, sitting on his thighs, it feels like you have to start over again.

You diffidently smile. “Hey.”

Haechan is equally as embarrassed, mirroring your gesture. “Hi.”

“I guess we’re gonna have sex.”

“Guess so.”

Another few seconds pass by where you can only meet each other’s eyes, feeling your heartbeat racing louder and louder. It feels like you’re about to burst, honestly, but fortunately for you, Haechan leans in, his fingers tentatively caressing your cheek. “Can I kiss you?” He questions.

You melt under his gaze, his gentle touch, his honey-like voice. “Yes, please.”

Your lips start the connection and the rest of your body follows, fitting every curve of his perfectly like you were made for him. The way Haechan sighs against your mouth sends sparks of electricity all the way down to your toes and you don’t waste any more time. With his mouth latching on your breast, tongue flicking against your nipple, you lower yourself on him.

Haechan’s hold your waist tighter, eyebrows adjoined in the middle at the sensation, his moans muffled. He presses his spine back against the couch, admiring the sight of his member disappearing inch by inch into you. His eyes begin to droop when he’s completely sheathed inside, his bruised lips parted. He cups your cheek, kissing you softly on the corner of your mouth, making you shiver at the sudden tenderness. “I guess we are having sex,” he murmurs with a bashful smile.

You can’t help but laugh a little. “I guess so.” 

It starts slow, with you placing both hands on his chest and him swallowing his breath at the sight of you moving up and down his length. You hiss slightly at the friction, adjusting to his size. 

“Does it hurt?” He asks, tucking a few loose strands behind your ear. 

“A little.” You reassure him with a grin. “Relax, you’re not gonna break me.”

You expect him to send back a snarky remark but what he does is press his forehead against yours. “You’re so warm,” he whispers, tasting the skin that connects your shoulder to your neck. Something about his words, his sensual kiss and his tender touch makes you squeeze your walls around him and he clutches harder around you. He glides his hands lower to your hips, silently urging you to pick up the pace and you follow.

Breathing heavily, Haechan has his thumb grazing your lower lip. “You have such a pretty mouth,” he professes as if he was in a trance.

You seductively bite his thumb, still working your hips. “You’re saying that ‘cause I just sucked your dick.”

“Yes, that too, but really.” It’s as if he’s staring at a work of art, eyes twinkling with admiration. Sometimes, when you’re hitting the right spot and quiver around him, a small moan escapes his lips and you feel him twitching inside you. “It’s—ah—It probably doesn’t sound sincere when I’m saying this now, but I’ve always thought you had a pretty mouth. And lips. I’ve thought about your lips a lot.”

“Yeah?” You mouth against the sensitive skin below his ear, sinking harder on his length. “What else do you like about me?”

“Y-your voice—” You can actually feel him shivering. “You have such a—fuck—I just—I really love your moans.” 

You’re not sure whether he’s saying that because he’s so distracted with the way you’re breathing in his ear or he genuinely loves it. Either way, it’s a pleasure to know how much you’re affecting him with your actions. With a chuckle, you say, “You’re rambling, baby.”

“And your hair,” he adds, probably losing every bit of his self-control by this point. “I love your hair. Looks so soft.” Haechan cards his fingers through your strands. “Feels so soft.”

You hum in response, hoping that your flushed face doesn’t look as apparent as you think. “Anything else?”

“Your—” He shudders when you paint a mark under his collarbone. “Your ass.”

You stop, pulling away to give him a look and he whines at the loss. “My ass?”

“What—” The tips of his ears are turning red, steam practically coming out of them. “Why are you staring at me like that—you have a great ass!”

Teasing him is such a joy to you. “Then, let’s do it this way.” You part away from him, landing back on the carpeted floor so you can turn around, giving him the chance to ogle at your behind, before you ease yourself down onto his lap once more. 

“Fuck—” Haechan’s hisses, his hands going down to your hips again. The new position doesn’t allow you to meet his eyes but with the way he’s whimpering behind you, fingers trailing over the curve of your ass, the sensation increases.

“You okay back there?” You taunt smugly, chuckling a bit because Haechan sounds like he’s losing it. His nails are sinking into your skin and you just know that’s gonna leave a nasty bruise tomorrow. “You seem like you’re enjoying this way too—“ You’re interrupted by your own moans when he suddenly has one hand massaging your breast and another one sliding down your stomach to find your clit. “W-wait, Haechannie—”

“You’re such a tease,” he breathily whispers into your ear, his chest pressing against your spine as he leans forward, pulling you into his embrace. “Isn’t that supposed to be my job?”

His fingers are rubbing you in circles, making your thighs tremble. “You’re right.” You move your hips harder, going out of rhythm with how fast you’re going and Haechan sinks his teeth to your shoulder again.

At the sound of his name departing your lips in the most sinful moan he’s ever heard, Haechan curses. “Shit, you’re not gonna let me enjoy this longer, are you?”

“There’s always a second round, Haechannie.” You smirk, raising your hips all the way up in intention to slam it back down again but Haechan catches you and pushes you forward until you land on the coffee table, stomach pressing flat against the wooden surface. “What—"

“There’s always a second round, right?” His lips are brushing against your ear as he positions himself behind you. “Then I’m going all out.”

When he slams his hips in one swift motion, hard and deep, he knocks all the air out of your lungs. “Wait—” You choke out, can barely keep up with his pace. “Oh God—”

“Now, now,” he coos, his hand finding its way to your throat, fingers pressing against your veins. He raises your face, his chest completing the dip of your spine. “Don’t bring God’s name when I’m fucking you like this, baby.”

You can’t even find the strength to retort, eyes shutting tightly until you see stars behind your eyelids. It almost feels unreal how fast he can go from being awkward and tentative about all of this to raw and wild within a few minutes but Haechan has always been fast adapting to new situations and you have been teasing him way too much. It’s about time that he snaps. 

Haechan moves you down to the floor, forcing you to stand on all fours and you’re so glad you follow his lead. “Spread your knees. Bring your head down,” he instructs and you do as you’re told, extending your arms in front of you. Haechan has his hand on the dip of your shoulder blades, holding you still until you have no choice but to press your cheek against the carpeted floor, ass in the air. “Good girl,” he praises, kneeling behind you and rubbing his tip along your folds. “Ready, baby?”

He doesn’t wait for your answer.

With only a few minutes in, you know you’re getting close, you can feel it. He has switched from giving deep, hard thrusts to quick, shallow ones and it’s driving you insane. “H-Haechannie, I—” you whimper, “I’m close—”

And he knows it too, of course he does. He can tell by the way you’re clenching around him. But instead of going harder and driving you completely over the edge, Haechan suddenly laces his fingers with yours, his lips painting soft kisses from your nape down to your spine, his hips hitting another angle that feels just as amazing even when he slows down the pace. The intimacy surprises you as you don’t expect him to be this tender. Suddenly, it doesn’t feel like you’re doing this out of sheer passion. With his palm covering the back of your hand, fingers slipping between yours, somehow, everything feels more sentimental, stronger, crossing the lines.

With a moan of your name, Haechan flips you to your back, fingers framing your face, lips meeting lips as he thrusts back in, gasping against your mouth. “I want to see your face,” he says when he pulls away, his half-lidded eyes boring into yours, thumb slipping between your lips. “Not sure if I’ve told you this before but…” He snaps his hips, and you tangle your legs around them in response, fingernails digging into his upper arms. “You’re so beautiful.”

The knot in your stomach untangles without warning and your orgasm hits you so hard, you nearly sob at the sensation. With the way you’re quivering and squeezing around him, Haechan follows right after, his face sinking into the crook of your neck, hips stuttering as he rides out his own orgasm.

***

With his jeans back on and his used condom thrown away to the nearest trash bin, Haechan joins you back on the carpeted floor as you still haven’t found the strength to get up and get dressed after that. He shamelessly lays his body down on top of yours, his cheek pressing against the valley of your breasts. “I’m spent,” he mumbles, feeling drowsy.

“Haechannie?”

“Hmm?”

“You’re heavy.”

“I know.” But he doesn’t get up, only moving his head slightly to press a tiny kiss to your bare chest before he lies his head down over your heart again. You give up with a smile, wrapping your arms around him, fingertips stroking his hair. Haechan sighs contentedly under your touch. “Man, that was…”

“That was?”

“Amazing.” He props himself up on his elbows so he can meet your eyes. “You’re amazing.”

Your heart jolts at the sincerity in his words but you cooly smile back. “I know.”

“And I’m amazing too, I’m sure?”

“Meh,” you shrug. “Could be a little better but I’ll let you practice on me for free.”

“Jesus Christ.” He shakes his head, his strands tickling your nose. “I don’t even have the strength to join your banter. You know, I’ve always wondered since you’re pretty much shit at everything, there must be something you’re good at. But I never thought that something would turn out to be sex. I can’t even believe I’m saying this but you’re really, really amazing at it. I feel like I should give you a medal or something.”

“Thanks,” you flatly mutter. “Not sure if you’re praising me, though.”

“Oh, I am praising you, believe me. And you know me, I rarely praise.” 

“Stop it,” you use your robotic voice. “You’re making me feel so special, I’m about to cry.”

Haechan playfully nips at your nose, forcing you to break off your act and laugh directly into his mouth. “Seriously,” he says, breaking off the kiss. “If I were to pay you for sex, I would give you everything I own. Even the clothes I’m wearing. Hell, I’d even sell my grandma but don’t tell her that.”

Your laughter has reduced into small giggles. “That’s comforting.”

“So…” The way Haechan is caressing your hair is so soft, almost like a mother to her sleeping child. “What should we do about this?” When you raise an eyebrow, he tensely adds, “Do you, umm… I mean, do you want to, like—”

“You’re rambling.”

“I know, God, I’m so nervous! I may look like a naughty, sexy bad boy—”

“No one is saying that—“

“But I actually suck at this—as in, I don’t really know how to date a girl.”

“You don’t even know how to talk to a girl, based on the conversations we’ve had,” you comment and you know it’s not helping but it’s worth seeing his adorable pout. “Then don’t date me. If it’s hard for you to date, then let’s just keep being friends—"

“But I want to continue this!” He says it so fast and firmly that you don’t even have time to feel hurt about your offer. 

It’s not like you crave a relationship with him—you haven’t thought about it that far—even just holding him like this is enough for now, so the fact that he’s so excited to have this going makes your heart swells with joy. “Well then, we’ll be friends who have casual sex anytime we want,” you suggest.

He blinks twice, a bit amazed at your offer, but to your surprise, he seems rather… disappointed? “What happens if we start catching feelings?” He quietly asks.

“Then I guess we’ll start dating for real.”

“Then…” He runs a hand through his hair, nervous. “What happens if I already have feelings for you?”

He states it so quietly, it’s a miracle you can even hear him. “Do you want to date me, Haechannie?”

He looks away, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. “Do you want to date me?” He murmurs against your skin, unsure and flustered.

You heave the heaviest sigh you’ve ever done in your life. “You’re unbelievable. I’ll decide for us then. Starting now, we’re dating.”

He lifts his head, and if he were a puppy, he would’ve had his tail wagging behind him, even when his face doesn’t show much. “That easy?”

“That easy. What, you have something to complain about?”

“No.” He grins, pressing a chaste kiss on your lips. “Hey, girlfriend.”

“Ugh, get off me, you’re gross.”

But no matter how hard you push your palm against his face, Haechan only giggles and turns you around so this time, you’re lying on his chest. “So,” he pushes a few strands of your hair behind your ear. “You like me, huh?”

“No, what makes you think that way?”

“Says the girl who just slept with me.”

“I slept with you ‘cause I was just curious about your dick. Jeno said you had a dick that was the size of his thumb.”

“Excuse me?!”

“Didn’t you see his InstaStory last night?” You reach up to gather your phone from the coffee table. “I took a screenshot of it actually. Man, you should’ve seen the comments. They’re hilarious.”

Snatching your phone away, Haechan runs his eyes along the words written on the screen. “That son of a bitch!”

Simpering, you sneak a peek under his boxer. “Well, he’s not wrong.” 

“Oh, it’s on,” he deadpans, throwing your phone away and pushes you back down on the floor. His eyes glinting mischievously. 

“What are you doing?” You’re still half-laughing when he brings your hands over your head, holding your wrists together with one hand as he settles between your thighs, his fingers hovering dangerously close.

“I’m gonna make you take your words back.” He wets his lip, one corner of his mouth turning upward. “Time for the second round, baby.” 

***

[crimefightingspiderguy]

holding out for a hero

Summary: Shaun (Shang-Chi) offers you go out for drinks and who are you to refuse?

Warnings: Drinking. Talk of sex (none actually happens). No spoilers for Shang-Chi and the Legend of the the Ten Rings (but I do give away what his job is in the movie if you didn't know that pre-movie).

Pairings: Shang-Chi x reader

Word count: 2,492

A/N: I did make the female reader bisexual in this piece, but if that's not how you identify, it's only briefly mentioned in a sentence or two and you can just swap out the pronouns, or skip over it really quick, without affecting the plot :) Also, please do not think I'm using the name Shaun because I didn't want to use Shang-Chi or am being disrespectful to his true name. I'm basing this timeline wise, before he reveals his past to anyone close to him.

“Hey guys!” You waved to Shaun and Katy as you walked into the hotel to clock in. You were taking over Katy’s shift. She needed to go home early to go to the doctors, but Shaun was still there for another 3 hours with you. You were very willing to take over her shift when she asked. You loved working with both of them and any chance you got to, you gladly took it. I mean, who wouldn’t want to get paid to hang out with your best friends?

“You’re welcome.” You heard Katy say to Shaun as she was walking inside to clock out, passing you by with a cheeky wink, as you took your spot next to him.

“Well, she’s in an awful good mood for having to go to the doctors. I thought she had a fear of the doctors.” You gasped, “Is she drunk?”

He chuckled, “No. She’s not actually going to the doctors. She just wanted an excuse to leave work early to go to some concert in LA.”

“Oh, that wench! I gave up going on a date to come in for her. I thought she was dying or something.” You pouted, not actually mad at her, but you were still sad you told your date no.

“You had a date? Who’s the lucky one.” Shaun asked.

“Well, she is a lucky gal who I paid to go to dinner without me.” You huffed.

“You paid her to go out to dinner? By herself?”

“Well, we already had reservations, but I told her something came up with work and I had to go in. But she could take the reservation if she wanted, my treat. I’m sure she probably took someone else since it was a reservation for two.”

“So let me get this straight.” Shaun started to laugh, “You paid some random girl to go on your date with someone else?” He was doubled over in laughter by the end of his sentence.

You kicked his shin, “Hey, I was trying to do something nice for someone I stood up… but yeah it does seem like I probably just sent her on a date with someone else.” You started to laugh with him.

“You’re too nice for your own good sometimes.” He patted you on the shoulder. “How about this, after our shift, I’ll take you out for drinks and karaoke, my treat.”

“Well, that would make me feel better.” You grinned at him, leaving his side to help the new guest pulling up.

After the shift, the two of you took a bus to his apartment so he could change out of his uniform. You were going to stop at your house, which was between his apartment and the bar but when you got into his room, a deep blue sweater hanging in his closet pulled your attention to it. You walked into his closet and shut the mirror door over it. Pulling the sweater off the hanger, it was softer than you could ever imagine. You stripped of your uniform top and threw on the sweater. It was so comfortable and after a deep inhale, smelt exactly like Shaun. It was heavenly.

“(Y/N)?” Shaun called out to you, coming out of the bathroom after getting dressed himself. You stepped out of the closet, “Why are you wearing my sweater?” He laughed at your guilty expression as you slowly walked up to him.

“Well, it was just sitting there looking so comfy, I just wanted to try it on, but now that it’s on I’m afraid I’m never going to take it off. It’s too comfy.” You wrapped your arms around yourself, snuggling into the sweater even more.

“It looks good on you.” He smiled.

“It can be our sweater, how’s that sound?” You batted your eyelashes up at him as he threw his head back in laughter.

“Let’s go short stuff before I end up staying here and cuddling. Our sweater isvery cozy, so it’s very tempting.” Him saying he would rather stay home and cuddle with you, and him holding your hand as he pulled you out of his apartment caused you to blush. He let go of your hand to lock his door, turning to you, “Are you blushing?” He chuckled, grazing his fingers over your burning cheeks.

“No, it’s just getting a little warm in this sweater.” You rolled the sleeves up, letting your arms breathe, “There, that’s better.” You lied and turned away to the exit with determination. He just shook his head and chuckled.

You were a few shots deep into your bar night when you couldn’t help but stare at Shaun. ‘Has he always been this pretty?’ you thought to yourself.

“What are you staring at?” He laughed as he set your next drink down. You said nothing but answered him by putting your hand in his hair, “Your hair is so soft. Oh my gosh it’s softer than this sweater.”

“How many drinks have you had?” He burst out laughing, pulling your hand out of his hair and holding it on the table in his own.

“I haven’t had anything to drink.” You slurred as you take a sip of the fruity drink, he put in front of you.

“Mhmmm, and how many fingers am I holding up?” He held up 3 fingers on the hand not holding yours.

“3, now how many am I holding up.” You stuck up your middle finger and stuck your tongue out as he pretended to be hurt and gasped. “I have to pee.” You got up and stumbled your way to the bathroom. It was a pretty simple trip there and back, but when you got out you couldn’t remember where your table with Shaun was. So instead of going to the table you headed up to the stage and picked the first song that stood out to you, “Holding out for a Hero” by Bonnie Tyler. As the intro music was building up you spoke into the microphone, “This one goes out to that beautiful boy right there.” You pointed vaguely in Shaun’s direction and then burst out into song.

He laughed as he made his way up to the edge of the stage. He was mostly concerned that you’d fall off the stage and land right on your face, but he was really enjoying the performance that you’d likely forget tomorrow. When you finished your song, you held your hand out to meet Shaun’s stretched out one to help you off the stage.

“Oh my gosh, thanks for helping me down. That was like a 20-foot drop. You’re the hero I was holding out for!” You exclaimed as you threw your arms around his neck.

“It’s a stage maybe 3 inches off the ground, but I’ll take the credit I guess.” He pulled back from the hug and grabbed your hand, pulling you back to your seats.

“Oh no, I’m empty.” You pouted when you found nothing in your cup at the table.

“I’ll get us refills. Stay here.” He made his way up to the bar.

You pulled out your phone and opened your texts with Katy,

“OMG KATY THIS REALLY HOT GUY IS GETTING ME A DRINK AT THE BAR. I THINK I MIGHT GET LAID 2NIGHT! 🤪”

“I thought you were at the bar with Shaun?”

“Who’s Shaun?”

Shaun came back to your table and set down your glass.

“Well, hello handsome.” You wiggled your eyebrows at him, “Do you come here often?” You leaned your head on your hand, elbow on the table. You were as Katy would describe it to you, “heart-eyeing” him.

“Okay, I’m glad I grabbed you a water.” Shaun chuckled as he took his seat across from you.

His phone lit up with Katy’s contact picture. He answered it, plugging the opposite ear.

“Hello?”

“Hey, are you still with (Y/N)?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Who else are you guys with?”

“No one, why?” his question was met with silence, then a loud laugh from Katy.

“HA! No way, she totally texted me that a hot guy was getting her a drink and she was definitely getting laid tonight. When I asked her if she was still with you she said ‘Who’s Shaun’ and proceeded to stop texting me. She thinks your hot and that you guys are hooking up, this is going better than I thought it would when I called in.”

“Shut up, you’re messing with me.”

“Well, what is she doing right now?”

“She’s staring at me and sighing contently… OH MY GOD SHE DOESN’T KNOW WHO I AM!?” Shaun whisper-yelled into the phone.

“Well of course I know who you are silly! You’re the handsome man who’s sitting across from me and I’m the lucky gal who gets to look at you.” You giggled as you continued to stare at him with a sweet, but glazed over, look.

“Oh my god she’s so far gone.” Katy laughed on the other end.

“What do I do? Have you ever seen her this drunk?” Shaun was beginning to worry that you’d had way past your limit and you were about to get really sick.

“Oh yeah, definitely. All you have to do is bring her home and put her to bed. She’ll be fine, I’ve seen her drunker than this and not get sick.”

“Okay, should I make her coffee or something?”

“She’s allergic to coffee genius.” Katy rolled her eyes.

“Right, right. I knew that. Thanks Katy.” He hung up the phone and got up to grab your stuff.

“Hey where are you going?” You pouted as he walked up to the bar to pay the bill

“I’ll be right back, just wait here for me.” You nodded your head and waited patiently for him to come back.

“We’re going to go home now, alright?” Shaun pulled you out of your seat carefully helping you land on your feet. You nodded your head and yawned, stretching your arms over your head.

“Shaun, I’m too tired to walk.”

“Oh, now you remember who I am?” He chuckled, and you gave him a questioning look,

“Of course, I remember you, why wouldn’t I?”

“Well about 5 minutes ago you didn’t, I brought you a water and I guess it cleared your head enough. Come here.” He bent over enough for you to hop onto his back so he could give you a piggyback ride.

“My hero.” You mumbled into his back, closing your eyes as he started walking out of the building.

“Hey, (Y/N).” Shaun shook his shoulders to wake you up.

“Mhmm?” You moaned.

“Where are your keys?”

You sighed and climbed off his back, reaching into your purse, you handed the keys to him. He grabbed your hand and led you up to your porch, unlocking the front door and bringing you inside. He locked the door behind him and picked you up bridal style. Your head lolled into his chest as he carried you to your bedroom. He put you down on the bed, pulling the covers up and over you.

“Shaun…” You let your hand reach up to pull his arm back to you.

“What’s up?” He looked at you with concern.

“Can you help me take my pants off?” You laughed, and he blushed.

“Uh… yeah, sure.” Once he pulled back the covers, he realized why you asked. He hadn’t realized you were still in your dress pants from work. He went to unhook the buttons and slowly pulled them down your legs, tossing them into your hamper across the room. He pulled the covers back up to your chin and laughed as you happily took them and snuggled farther into the bed. He went to leave again but you stopped him yet again, “Shaun…”

“Yes?”

“Will you stay with me?”

“I was going to crash on the couch. I’ll be right outside, holler if you need something okay?”

“No… will you stay in here with me?” You opened your eyes for the first time since you got into your house. You gave him a puppy dog pout that made him melt.

“I can set up some couch cushions on the floor I guess…” he began looking around the floor to find a big enough space for him.

“No… Shaun… just come here.” You pulled him onto the bed and scooted over, pulling the covers over him. He hesitated for a second, body freezing, but when you snuggled your body into his side, he quickly melted under your touch. Not strong enough to fight off sleep any longer.

Shaun sighed as he woke up, he forgot to set his alarm last night. He probably was going to be late for work. He opened his eyes to see an unfamiliar bedding surrounding him. It then hit him that he was not alone. He was holding onto someone. Looking down, he saw your peaceful face resting into his chest. Your breath fanning over him, tickling him. ‘When did I take my shirt off?’ He thought as he quickly realized why it tickled. He looked under the covers slowly, trying not to wake you, ‘When did I take my pants off?!’ He questioned himself in alarm as he realized he was snuggled up to you in just underwear. He slowly leaned up on his elbow to look around them. Your pants and bra were thrown haphazardly towards your hamper and his shirt, pants, and socks laid at the end of the bed. He laid back on his side and looked down at his current position with you. He had his hand resting on your back underneath his sweater. Your legs tangled with his, and your hands cupping under your face that was cuddled up into his chest still. He couldn’t help the giant grin that plastered his face. He’s wanted to be with you like this for years. He’s wanted to be able to hold you close when he wakes up, to be able to kiss your forehead as you wake up, smiling up at him. He’s wanted to feel how soft your skin is, how gentle your lips rest against his skin. He’s got goose bumps all over his body as he realizes just how warm you are. He started rubbing circles on your back, trying to wake you up.

“Mhmm. That feels nice.” You smiled into his skin. You slowly opened your eyes and looked up at him, “See, isn’t this so much better than sleeping on the couch?”

“This is way better.” He kissed your hairline.

“I hope you know when I said this is our sweater, I meant I’m never giving it back.”

“You look better in it anyway.” He shrugged, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, getting a good look at you, ‘Oh yeah, way better in it.’ He thought to himself as he blushed thinking about beautiful you were and how lucky he is right now in this moment.

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[udretlnea]

I Get A Little Jealous, A Little Selfish, You Know That It's All Good

Title from the song, “A Little Messed Up” (2020) by june

Author’s Note: Mm. It’s been a long time since I’ve updated. My apologies for disappearing-my routine was getting dull: Wake up, draw/write, eat, sleep, repeat-so I had to mix things up. Good news, I’ve got a bunch of prompts in the backlogs which MEANS I’ll be busy writing for quite awhile. Bad news: I’ll be leaving to attend an event in San Francisco which means I’ll have to leave my laptop behind-and I won’t be able to work. Anyway have this piece that I cooked up in a couple hours. (comments & constructive criticism welcomed).

 gender neutral reader

Content Warning: anxiety, disassociation

Rosaria was heading home one night after taking care of her nightly duties, which consisted of patrolling parts of Mondstadt that could hide Treasure Hoarders and bandits. There weren't any signs of them, so she decided all was fine and went home.

As she shut the door, she thought she heard noise coming from the bedroom, which was odd since you were usually asleep by now.

She opened the door enough to peek in and what she saw confused her.

You were pacing back and forth in the middle of the room conversing to thin air-no, to yourself. But why-?

She needed put a stop to this, whatever you were doing it was clearly unhealthy.

She gently swung the door open and walked to you while you had your back to her. She could catch a snippet of what you were saying just as she was about to lay a hand on you.

“We cannot afford to wait any longer. Can’t you see how much pain they’re in! I don’t care if we have to hurt others just to feel a semblance of emotion-!” You were cut off from your train of thought when she turned you around and lifted your chin up to look at her.

But you weren’t there. You were somewhere else-somewhere far away. Your eyes reflected that as you stared past her and into the distance. Suddenly you felt as if all the blood rushed out from your head, leaving you light-headed.

“It’s…not fair…why do…why are they all happier than me? When is it my turn to be seen? When…when…?”

That was enough of that, thought Rosaria.

“Hey, wake up. You’re home,” she said, cupping your cheeks and forcing you to stare into her eyes. “Can you hear me? Come back. Look at me and come home.”

Slowly, you blinked again and again until you could focus on her pale magenta eyes. You took a shuddering breath, closed your eyes, and finally found yourself.

“Rosaria…? When did you get home?”

“Just now. I finished early.” She lowered her hands, only to grasp yours gently, rubbing her thumb against the back of your hand. “...Do you have something you want to say to me?”

You ducked your head to collect yourself; taking a deep breath, you looked up at her. You tried to speak, but it felt as if your throat was clogged. Desperately, you moved your mouth, but still nothing. 

Rosaria sensed this and put a hand on your shoulder.

“Can we continue this on the bed?” You nodded. She took you by the hand to lead you to the bed. Once there you both sat down, not daring to let go of her hand else you slipped back inside yourself.

“I feel like…like I’m trying to keep my head above water. That I can’t seem to leave my mark no matter where I go. I can see myself, adrift in the water like a wooden plank, separated from the rest of myself. Unable to control where I end up.” You chuckle softly, though nothing seems to be funny. “And...I just feel so impatient-

“Ah, it’s odd. It feels like a weight has been cast from my back…”

Rosaria scoffed, but there was no sharpness to it. “Congratulations, you’ve done what’s known as expressing your feelings.”

You smiled at her knowing that sarcasm was one of her ways of communicating. “Yeah. Thanks.”

You laid down on the bed and yawned. “I feel…tired…? I didn’t know it was possible to get exhausted from getting emotional. Haha…that’s not funny. I mean, I actually feel like I just got finished with so many training drills as punishment from Captain Eula. Ugh, I guess that means I need to practice feeling in general.”

You glanced at Rosaria.

“I almost forgot to say this, but…thank you for listening to me Rosaria. You’ve no idea how much I appreciate it.” You smiled-a genuine smile.

Rosaria felt a tug on the edge of her lips; she put on her best poker face and stared into your eyes. “Just don’t be afraid to come talk to me about anything. I may not give out advice, but I can at least listen.”

[kythed]

“almost funny”

synopsis: suna rintarou thinks you’re out of his league, and you think he’s out of yours.

tagged: general dumbassery, fwb-to-lovers, some profanity, sexual references but nothing explicit.

commitment level: 5.6k words.

It’s almost funny, really. It’s funny how what started out as a purely physical transaction has now transformed into a one way ticket to Simpville with the name Suna Rintarou stamped on it in big red letters. Suna runs a hand through his hair in frustration as he stares down at your sleeping form, curled up in his SF Giants tee that fits you like an oversized nightgown. He loves how you look there, wearing his clothes, bed head resting on his pillows. It’s almost embarrassing how much he loves it. How much he might love you. 

He doesn’t really remember when he started seeing you as more than a good fuck. Maybe it was that time you told him he looked pretty with your lipgloss smeared across his mouth. 

“That’s a nice shade on you,” you’d laughed as he wiped his lips on the back of his hand. “You should wear it more often.” 

Then, before he could respond, you’d yanked him back in by the collar, licking into his mouth, deep and dirty. He shivers now even just thinking about it, recalling the taste of that lipgloss. Strawberry lemonade, the sort that comes in little bottles at the dollar store. However “pretty” he might’ve looked in that moment, he’s sure you looked a hundred times better. You always do, and you don’t even have to try. You’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen, even in your worst moments. 

Or maybe it was the time you remembered his birthday when no one else did. January 25th; all his friends had taken off on their ski trips or tropical vacations, but you showed up to his apartment toting a cupcake and a single candle, belting a loud, out of tune rendition of ‘Happy Birthday’ until he shut you up with an impulsive kiss on the lips. You’d been surprised, but not so surprised you couldn’t kiss him back. Suna’s pretty sure most friends-with-benefits don’t do that sort of thing. They don’t sit across from each other at the kitchen table, splitting a vanilla cupcake and laughing over matching frosting mustaches. They don’t hug each other goodbye after two hours of scrolling through YouTube and nothing else, content to linger in that air of tentative familiarity and pseudo-friendship. 

Whatever the reason, whenever it happened, all Suna knows now is you’re more than just a fuck buddy. He doesn’t even want to associate the term with you — it feels disrespectful. He wishes he could just stop pretending. Stop pretending he doesn’t want you to be his. 

“Hey.” 

Suna grins at your low, throaty morning voice. It’s cute. 

“Hey,” he responds, reaching forward to flick your shoulder. “You slept in.” 

“Did I?” You blink the sleep from your eyes and squint at Suna’s bedside clock. 9:06. “Oh, shit. Shit, shit, shit.” 

You fly out of bed, wiggling into your jeans and tossing your hair into a careless ponytail before frantically scanning the room. “Have you seen my sweater anywhere?”

Suna exhales through his nose before getting up and walking over to his closet. “I hung it up last night so it wouldn’t be wrinkled.”

You freeze in your tracks, slowly turning with a teasing grin plastered on your face. “Oh? How considerate of you.”

Suna shrugs, avoiding your gaze. He feels a flush rise to cheeks and desperately hopes it doesn’t show. “Just being polite.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you had a little crush on me,” you crow before taking the sweater from the hanger and slipping it over your head. 

“You wish,” he snorts, but all he can think is you’re absolutely right. 

You ignore him and begin shoveling all your things into your purse: a compact mirror, lipstick, house keys. You glance at the clock again. “I’m gonna be so late to this lecture. Damn. Maybe I can text Aiko and ask her to record the first part for me.”

Suna raises an eyebrow. He remembers your friend Aiko from a party last year, before you and he began your… arrangement. She’s outgoing, friendly, and probably the flakiest person he’s ever met. “She’s not gonna do that. Just let me drive.”

“No, it’s fine,” you automatically brush him off, heading into the bathroom to splash your face with lukewarm water. “You probably have your own shit to take care of.”

Yeah, you, he thinks, but instead he says, “Not really. Plus, you’ll probably miss the whole thing if you try to bike to campus. Let me take you in the car. I’ll strap the bike onto the back.” 

You give him a look. “Are you sure, Rin?”

“It’s really not a big deal,” he says, throwing on a shirt. “Outside in five, and I’ll have you there by 9:30, easy.” 

After a few more weak protestations, you finally agree, and as he drives you to your university, he lets himself pretend you’re his girlfriend sitting there in the passenger seat. He turns on your favorite artist’s Spotify mix on the aux and smiles to himself when you hum along, watching the city fly past out the window. What he wouldn’t give for that reality, one where he can love you without all these restrictions, these tricky boundaries between friends and lovers. When you jump out of the car, calling a cheeky “I’ll text you!” over your shoulder, he pretends it’s an affectionate “I’ll see you for dinner tonight!” instead. He pretends that instead of rushing to get away from him and into the lecture hall, you kiss him on the forehead and squeeze his shoulder, reluctant to leave.

“Fuck me,” Suna says angrily before slamming his palm into the horn, scaring a few freshman walking to class. “And fuck you too!” 

He’s not sure who “you” is. Maybe the universe. 

No, Suna Rintarou doesn’t know why or how it happened, but he’s in too deep now. And he’s pretty damn sure you’ll never feel the same way. 

+

You slide into your seat beside Aiko just as the guest lecturer pulls up his power point, breathing out a sigh of relief. Aiko shoots you a grin, waggling her eyebrows. Suna? she mouths, and you roll your eyes, nodding nonetheless. Aiko can hardly wait until after the lecture to start pestering you about it. 

“So,” she says as you leave the auditorium together. “Did you tell him yet?” 

“Tell him what?” You dig in your bag for your water bottle, groaning when you remember leaving it on the edge of Suna’s sink last night. 

“Tell him that you’re in loooooove,” Aiko sings, nudging your shoulder. 

You scoff. “Okay, first of all, I don’t love him.”

“But you like him,” Aiko persists, and you hold up a finger. 

“And second of all, even if I did, I would never tell him.” You yawn, rubbing your eyes before realizing you hadn’t taken your makeup off and thus probably have awful raccoon eye bags. “He’s so out of my league it’s not even funny. It’s kind of pathetic for me to think he’d ever like me back.” 

Aiko scoffs. “If anything, you’re out of his league. You could pull any guy you wanted to. And when I say any, I mean any. Like, I bet you could even get Jake Gyllenhaal.” 

You laugh. “Why specifically Jake Gyllenhaal?”

Aiko shrugs. “Dunno. Just the first hot guy that came to mind. But forget him. My point is, Suna Rintarou is definitely yours for the taking. All you have to do is —”

“I know, I know,” you interrupt. “All I have to do is confess.” 

“Exactly,” says Aiko. Before she can open her mouth again, you cut in. 

“Okay, but listen, Aiko,” you say. “Suna’s the kind of guy who doesn’t let himself get attached. He fully admitted to me when we first hooked up that he’d never had a girlfriend. And that’s obviously not from lack of female interest. It’s because he doesn’t want one.”

“Or maybe it’s because he hasn’t found the right person yet.” Aiko starts heading towards the campus coffee shop, and you follow her. 

“Sure,” you say, getting in line. The cafe is crowded with students getting in their daily caffeination, inhaling sugary lattes and bitter espressos just to stay awake through their next class. Ah… college. “Or maybe he just. Doesn’t. Want. One.” 

Aiko keeps arguing all the way up until you reach the cash register, where you realize you haven’t even decided on what to order yet. 

“Hey there,” says the cashier, smiling sunnily. “What can I get for ya?” 

You blink. He’s attractive. Very attractive, actually. Bleach blonde, a crooked grin that screams trouble in the best sort of way. Miya, says the little name plate pinned to his shirt. “I, uhh…”

“Take your time,” he says leaning forward like he’s about to tell you a secret. “Between you and me, we have an excellent mocha latte. Not too sweet, y’know?”

You find your manners. “Oh, um, yeah. That sounds great, actually.” 

“One mocha latte, then?” he asks, picking up a cup, and you nod. “And to whom do I owe the pleasure of serving today?” 

When you tell him your name, he smiles to himself and scrawls it on the cup. “Pretty.”

You flush and pay, hands shaking a little when you slide your card down the side of the machine. The cashier notices and shoots you a knowing look. Five minutes later, when you pick up your drink from the other side of the counter, you see not only your name written on the lid, but a phone number, too, along with a tiny winking face. 

“What’d I tell you?” exclaims Aiko shrily when you leave the shop. “Any. Guy. Period.” 

You shake your head in exasperation, but you can’t help but throw a final glance over your shoulder, meeting the eyes of the cute cashier one more time. Maybe Aiko does have a point. 

+

That weekend, Suna’s stretched out on his couch, dangling his feet over the armrest and staring up at the ceiling. It’s one of those lazy Saturday afternoons, and usually he’d be enjoying his alone time. Not today, though. Today there’s something — someone — on his mind, and that someone is spelled y-o-u. His phone pings, and he snatches it up with embarrassing speed, groaning when he sees it’s just Atsumu. 

“Bastard,” he mutters, not even bothering to open the message. Probably just asking for the O-chem lab answers. 

Suna rolls over onto his stomach, pulling up your contact name. What he really wants to do is see you, but how is he supposed to do that without sounding weirdly desperate? Hey, he types out. Wanna come over and watch a movie? He pauses for a moment before adding, Pizza’s on me. 

He buries his face in his hands and deletes the text. That makes it sound like he’s asking you out. Well, that’s what he does want to do, but you can’t know that. He’s fairly certain if you knew how he felt about you, you’d freak out. Girls don’t like to be tied down, he reminds himself. Suna groans again, grabbing two fistfuls of hair in irritation. 

“Why are women so complicated?” he says aloud, letting the words echo in his empty apartment. He takes a couple seconds to close his eyes, take a deep breath, and unlock his phone again, this time settling on a simple Come over. Short, sweet, and to the point. Well, not exactly. That makes it sound like all he wants to do is sleep together, when he’d really rather just… talk. Spend time with you. 

“Oh, God,” he mutters. “I’m so done for.” 

It takes what seems like forever for you to arrive, breathless from biking, hair slightly mussed. Suna grins, biting his lip. You’re so beautiful, he thinks, pulling you in for a hungry kiss. Even if all he can get is the sex, then he’s sure as hell going to appreciate it. You smell like lavender laundry detergent, he notices when you press yourself into him, fumbling to close the door behind you without breaking the kiss. 

“Well, hello there,” you laugh when he finally breaks away and draws in a shaking breath. “Somebody’s eager.”

Suna rolls his eyes. “As if. You just took so long to get here.” 

You cock an eyebrow. “You texted me like half an hour ago.”

“Yeah, and you’re half an hour too late.”

You snort and hurl a pillow from the sofa at him. He catches it and smiles, taking your wrist and drawing you in for another messy, open-mouthed kiss.

“Sorry that I don’t have the power of teleportation,” you quip, laughing when he pulls you into the bedroom. Suna resolves to take his time with you today, undressing you carefully, trailing his lips down your sternum and collarbones, grinning to himself whenever you gasp. He almost catches himself saying “I love you” at one point as you cling to him, mumbling his name, but he placates himself with kissing you extra hard at the end instead, pulling you into his chest and falling back into the pillows. 

Usually, you’d take a few minutes to lay in silence, tracing shapes in his skin, and he’d lean back with closed eyes, imagining what it would be like to be loved by you. Slow early morning kisses, skin on skin, whispering and giggling and everything cheesy he used to hate but now wishes he could experience with you. Today, though, you peel yourself off of him and grab your phone as soon as it buzzes, fingers flying in response to whoever had texted you.

“New boy toy?” he jokes, almost choking when you don’t immediately say no. Oh, shit. “You’re kidding.”

“Just a guy I met the other day,” you say casually. Suna stares, slack jawed. “Works at the coffee shop near the quad.” 

“Coffee shop?” He furrows his brow. Doesn’t he know someone who works there? He internally scowls, digging into the back of his brain. Aran? Osamu? 

“Mm,” you say, suppressing a smile as the nameless suitor sends another text. “His name’s Atsumu Miya.”

Suna’s heart nearly falls right out of his chest and cracks at his feet. “No.”

You look up, raising an eyebrow. “No?”

“Not him,” Suna says, forgetting himself, forgetting the nature of your relationship. 

“I didn’t realize you were in charge of who I can and cannot be interested in,” you say bitingly. 

Suna sits up. “I’m not. It’s just, Atsumu… he’s not your type.” 

“You know him?”

“Yeah,” Suna says, thinking back on his days observing the Miya twins’ antics. “He’s not your kind of guy, trust me.”

“Pray tell then,” you say. Oh, fuck. You’re irritated. “Who exactly is my kind of guy?” 

Me, he thinks. I’m your kind of guy. “I don’t know. Just trust me though, okay? Atsumu… he’s difficult.” 

“Thanks, Suna,” you say, tone tinged with sarcasm. Suna cringes. You only ever call him by his surname when you’re upset with him. “But I think I can go out with whoever I want to go out with.” 

“Fine.” The word tumbles out more harshly than he’d meant it to. 

You stare at him in disbelief. “What, are you mad at me or something?” 

Suna exhales heavily. “No, I’m not mad. It’s not like we’re dating or anything. I just wanted to give you a little guidance. As your friend.” 

“As my friend?” you repeat. “My friend?”

Now it’s Suna's turn to be confused. “Are we not friends?”

“I don’t know, Suna,” you say, swinging your legs over the side of the bed, pulling your clothes on. “You tell me.” 

“I’m not sure what you want me to say here,” he says, watching as you struggle to pull your shorts back on. He knows what he wants to say. No, we’re not friends. We should be together. Isn’t it obvious? 

You huff, grabbing your bag and the water bottle you’d left behind the other day. “You know, I don’t really know either. Forget I ever said anything. I guess I just thought…” 

You trail off and shake your head, heading towards the door. Suna scrambles out of bed to follow you, pulling on his pants as he hops down the hall on one leg. “What’s that?” 

“I said forget it,” you call over your shoulder, trying to slam the door, but Suna catches your wrist. As you stare up at him, he thinks he sees your lip quivering, eyes shining with half-formed tears. “Let me go.” 

“I’m serious,” Suna says. “What did you think?” 

You draw in a deep breath, and for a second, Suna thinks you’re about to say the words he’s always wanted you to say. Then you look away. “Let. Me. Go.” 

Slowly, Suna releases you from his grasp, and you stumble backwards, wiping your eyes on your sleeve. 

“Don’t call me.”

“Wait, no —”

“Don’t call me, Suna!” you say loudly, before turning on your heel and speed walking down the stairs. 

Oh. Oh. Suna stares in shock at the place you were just standing on his doorstep. “Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” 

When he heads back inside, head empty but for the single thought, I’ve just lost the best thing that ever happened to me, he glances at his phone on the counter. In an instant, he’s opening up his messages, pulling up Atsumu’s. 

Met a cute girl LOL. Gonna bring her to that party on Friday. 

Then, in a separate bubble — Btw: chem answers? 

+

“And then he called me his friend,” you say angrily, handing Aiko the box of Oreos. The two of you are sprawled on the floor of her dorm room. “Just like we were two bros who got together to play XBox every once in a while, instead of two people who had literally just banged.” 

Aiko takes a cookie before handing them back to you. “Asshole.”

“I mean, I know technically we were ‘friends with benefits,’” you say, stuffing an Oreo in your mouth. “But I guess I thought we could be something more. I thought there was no way he could kiss me like that, look at me like that without feeling something. Guess I was wrong.” 

“Screw him,” Aiko says. “You’ve got boys lined up around the block, and he thinks he can treat you like rubbish? Absolute bullshit.”

“I don’t have boys ‘lined up around the block,’” you remind her, smiling regardless. “Just one.”

“And that one is hella cute!” Aiko says. “You’re way too cool to pine over some guy who thinks you’ll just answer his every beck and call without even committing to a relationship.” 

You sigh. “Yeah, you’re right. It’s just… ack. I don’t know. Am I jumping to conclusions? He seemed like he wanted to talk to me more, but I kind of stormed off without saying anything.” 

“Seems like he was pretty clear,” Aiko says with a shrug. “Your call, though. If I were you, I’d forget about him. Plus, you have Atsumu now. That’s a promising route.” 

You smile down at the Oreos, thinking about the cheery bottle blonde. “Yeah… he invited me to a party this coming Friday.” 

Aiko gives you a look and nudges your knee with her own. “You’d better wear that black dress.”

“You think?” you laugh, momentarily forgetting about Suna. 

“Oh, definitely. Gotta look your best on the first date.” 

“Right, and then after that I can just dress like a bum,” you joke. You purse your lips. “Rin might be there. Apparently he and Atsumu are pretty close.” 

“Even better,” insists Aiko. “Make him suffer a little bit. He won’t like seeing you all dolled up on Atsumu Miya’s arm.” 

“I’m not gonna try to make him jealous, Aiko,” you say, and Aiko shakes her head.

“No, I just think he needs to understand what he lost,” she says. “You don’t even have to pay attention to him at all, though. You should try and get to know Atsumu a little better.”

“Yeah, okay,” you say, before reaching down for another cookie. “Oh. We’re out.”

“Gas station run?”

“Gas station run.” 

+

When Friday rolls around, you’ve successfully managed to avoid thinking about Suna the entire day. You have a calculus exam in the morning, and then a club meeting in the afternoon, and by the time you get done with everything it’s already time to get ready to leave for the party. It’s across town at someone’s loft apartment, so Atsumu offers to give you a ride, rolling up in a shiny Lexus, a sharp contrast from Suna’s old Chevy. 

“Hey,” he says, getting out to open the door for you. “You look great.”

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” you say. “Although, I might prefer the work uniform.”

“Oh, please,” Atsumu says with a grin. “That apron does nothing to flatter my figure.” 

“Mhm.” The ride there is a slightly awkward one, but that’s normal, you tell yourself. You’ve gotten so used to the easy, teasing camaraderie you and Suna have that you’re rusty in regards to flirting. Atsumu has a different sense of humor, too, nothing like the dry sarcasm Suna’s such an expert in. You shake your head. Stop thinking about him. 

Even sitting next to a new guy, you can’t help but run last weekend’s drama over in your head. The past few months have been a jumble of mixed signals, and last Saturday was no different. How he tenderly brushed your hair from your face as he hovered over you, how he pulled you into his arms afterwards … how he seemed almost jealous when you mentioned Atsumu. Was it really jealousy? Exactly how much does Suna Rintarou care for you? You roll the numbers inside your head, trying to quantify the soft touches and lingering stares. He’s not easy to read; trying to understand Suna is like trying to decipher Greek without ever taking a single class. 

Even trying to get a measure on how much you care for him is difficult. You definitely like him as more than a friend. The only reason you agreed to the whole friends-with-benefits thing in the first place was because of a little crush that grew, that fed on that intimacy… but you’re not so sure now. 

“Here we are,” says Atsumu, jolting you from your contemplation as he pulls up alongside the curb. When you climb out of the car, he takes you by the hand, flashing you a quick smile. Your heart trips over itself, and you smile back. “Let’s do this.” 

+

Suna doesn’t show up to the party. He spends most of Friday busying himself at home, paying off a couple electricity bills, cleaning out the fridge. He even does a load of laundry. That’s how bored he is. By the time the clock strikes eight, he feels as though he’s Swiffered every single kitchen tile, folded every shirt, and wiped down every counter in the entire apartment, all to avoid stewing over you and him and all the ways he keeps messing up. But after doing everything on his to-do list and watching a movie and cooking his own dinner (unheard of!) he finds himself pacing around the living room, biting at his nails and thinking about you. More specifically, you and Atsumu. He hopes you’re not wearing that little dress you wore to the club with him a couple months ago. Not that you don’t look great in it — you do, and that’s the issue. The better you look, the more likely Suna will never get a chance to be with you again. 

To be fair, he’s not entirely sure how much of a chance he’s ever had with you. You’re incredible, plain and simple. Gorgeous, intelligent, the best player two on every video game he’s ever played with you. You’re not especially adept at the games themselves; no, there’s just something about you. There’s always just been something about you he can’t seem to find anywhere else. 

“Damn it,” Suna grunts aloud, flopping down on the couch. It’s nearing half past eleven now. He wonders what you’re doing. Dancing to some shitty music in some crowded living room. Sipping a can of cheap liquor. Letting Atsumu touch your waist, his hand dipping lower and lower until — 

Suna buries his face in the couch cushion. He’s usually not one to let his imagination run away with him, but tonight seems to be one of many recent exceptions. If only there was a way to know where he stands with you, or at least where you stand with Atsumu…

Well, there is a way, actually. Almost of its own accord, his hand inches towards his phone, sliding it open and somehow finding its way into his Snapchat. Fingers shaking, Suna clicks on Osamu’s story. It’s dimly lit, a mass of bodies, loud, drunk guys and scantily clad girls. The music is too loud, even through the phone. Suna squints at the screen — there’s Aran, even Kita’s there, quietly sitting in the corner, but no sight of — Suna’s eyes nearly pop out of his head. Because there you are, and you’re not alone. You’re sitting on Atsumu’s lap, but he can’t see your expression because Atsumu is kissing you sloppily, and — oh, God — it looks like you’re kissing him back. 

And you’re wearing the fucking dress. 

“Damn,” Osamu says in the background. “Looks like he’s getting some tonight.”

Suna throws his phone across the room like it’s a grenade, staring down at his empty hands in disbelief. This can’t be happening. Not to him. Not to you. 

For the first time, Suna Rintarou thinks he understands what it really means to want someone. Not in a sexual way, but in the deepest sense of the word. Want. He wants you, and he’s pretty sure he’s never wanted anyone or anything quite so much in his life. 

All of a sudden, before his brain even has a chance to catch up, Suna finds himself shrugging on a jacket and snatching his keys from the table, dashing out the door like he’s being chased. If he leaves now, he thinks, starting the car and nearly slamming the door on his foot, he can get to the party before you leave. And then, well, then he’s not quite sure what he’ll do, but he’ll do something. 

Again, though, it seems as if the universe might be against him, because there’s an accident on the highway and it takes twice as long to get across town as it should. Suna cusses loudly over the incessant honking and chews on the inside of his cheek until it bleeds. When the traffic lets up and he finally pulls up to the apartment complex, parallel parking in a spot that’s probably illegal, he races up the stairs and into the loft, grabbing the first partygoer he sees. The poor kid’s plastered beyond belief and stares at Suna like he’s an extraterrestrial, eyes glassy.

“You see a girl leave here? ‘Bout this tall, probably left with some douchey looking blonde dude?” 

The kid blinks, hard and slow, before nodding. “Yeah, man, you just missed her. That your chick or somethin’? Because she was sucking face with —” 

Suna spins on his heel before the kid gets a chance to finish his sentence. He’s lucky Suna doesn’t deck him the head, he’s so irritated. 

“Sucking face,” he mumbles, climbing back into the car. He has the route to your house memorized (although he’s not sure how), and he’s pretty sure he breaks about twenty traffic laws trying to get there, so it takes significantly less time to arrive, but to Suna, it feels like an eternity. How did he ever sleep soundly at night knowing other guys had a shot at you before this? He doesn’t know, and he hopes he never has to worry about it again. Not after tonight. 

He gets there just as Atsumu’s pulling out of the driveway. Suna flashes him a mental middle finger and resolves to kick his ass later. No time for that right now. You’re still standing on the front porch, and when Suna stumbles out of the car, you turn towards him, mouth agape. 

“Rin? What are you—”

“Give me a chance.” He’s breathless, eyes wide and hair whipping around his face in the cool breeze. His heartbeat pounds in his ears like it’s about to burst blood vessels.

“Huh?”

“Give me a chance,” he repeats, reaching forward to take your hand. Your palm is cold against his. “I can do so much better, I promise.” 

You furrow your brows. “What in the world are you talking about, Rin?”

The dam breaks. The dam breaks, and everything — the longing, the frustration, everything — comes pouring out in a waterfall of rushing words he doesn’t even have time to think over before they splash at your feet.

“I can do so much better than Atsumu. He doesn’t know you. I know you, and I, well, I’ve liked you since forever, okay? I know your favorite color and your birthday and which Chinese place you like to get takeout from on Saturday nights.” Suna clears his throat. “I know that you like to be hugged from behind and that you hate it when people see you cry. I know so many things about you, and I want to know more.” 

“Rin—”

He holds up a hand. “Just listen. I know we’re just fuck buddies, or friends with benefits, or whatever the hell you want to call it, but I want to change that. You mean so much more to me than the sex. God, even if we never slept together again, I would still love you.” 

You stare at him. “Love?”

Suna swallows hard. “Yeah, fuck it. Love. I love you. Whatever that means to you, it means to me. I love your stupid jokes and your stupid laugh. To be honest, I’m so in love it feels like I’ll never love anyone else.”

He stops to take a deep breath and a shaky laugh. “Pathetic, right? I know it is. I can’t help it. I’m well aware that Atsumu is way more charming and outgoing, and I was probably wrong when I said he wasn’t your type… but I just need to know if I have even the smallest chance of winning you over.” 

There’s a beat of silence. Then another one. You’re gazing at him, head cocked, and the seconds tick by. He still has your hand in his, growing warmer via body heat. Suna feels himself grow increasingly nervous at your expression, curious and almost apathetic — until a wide smile breaks across your face. You laugh, and he thinks it must be the best sound he’s ever heard. 

“You weren’t wrong.”

“What?”

“He’s not my type,” you say. “We didn’t click.” 

“But — I saw, uh — Osamu’s story,” Suna stammers. “Sucking face.”

“Sucking face?” You squint in confusion before chuckling again. “Ah. Yeah, I kissed him. It was part of some stupid game. He’s kind of bad at it.” 

“Atsumu’s a bad kisser?” 

“Well,” you say, drawing the word out. “I wouldn’t say bad. It’s just… you’re better.” 

Suna’s silent for a second, letting the words ricochet around his brain. He’s better. He’s a better kisser. It was just a game. You’re not into Atsumu. “So… does that mean…?” 

“I love you, too.” You smile, and it’s not like your usual cocky grin. It’s sweet and almost… shy. 

“You love me, too?” Suna repeats in utter shock. He hadn’t expected to get this far.

“That’s what I just said,” you say. “What are you, a parrot? Speaking of which, though, I think that whole speech was the most I’ve ever heard you talk.” 

Suna doesn’t respond. Instead, he takes a step closer and pulls you in for a hug. A real hug, not like the hesitant embrace you’d given him on his birthday, or the side hug he gave you after running into you at the grocery market a few weeks ago. No, this is a true, bona fide hug, and he translates everything he’s ever wanted to tell you but couldn’t into his arms wrapping around your waist. 

“So… wanna come in and watch a movie?” 

+

A little while later, Suna’s stretched out on your mattress with you between his legs, chin resting on the top of your head. You’ve changed out of your dress and wiped the makeup from your face, and Suna catches you yawning in the corner of his eye. There’s a trashy romcom droning on your laptop at the foot of the bed. To any outside onlooker, the scene is mundane, just a typical couple enjoying each other’s company. To Suna, though, this is paradise. 

It’s almost funny. It’s funny how, a week ago, Suna was a boy pining for a girl he thought he had no chance with. He looked at you and saw something unattainable, someone who would only ever want him temporarily. (And, unbeknownst to him, you felt the same way.) He experienced an overwhelming amount of want, heart knotting in on itself and twisting and turning until it pushed him over the edge, forcing him to confront his own desires. His own inadequacies. 

It’s funny how love is what everyone longs for, but it’s also the hardest reward to earn. It’s the most uncomfortable, heart-wrenching, nerve-wracking, anxiety-inducing pathway to happiness Suna’s ever seen. But still… he’d do it all over again if he had to. The months of headaches, the overthinking. It’s worth it. You’re worth it. 

Oh, well. What can he say? Suna leans down and presses a featherlight kiss to your temples, and you tilt your head up to smile at him. Love’s a funny thing. 

Fortunately, Suna’s always down for a good joke.

[dadbodosamu]

only you || part iv

Stepdad Osamu x Fem!Reader, Miya Atsumu x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: pseudo-incest, threesome, double penetration in one hole, daddy kink, wombfucking, TWO pierced dicks, clit slapping, breeding kink, choking (m receiving), slight femdom, snowballing, facial (f receiving), cockwarming, exhibitionism, voyeurism, male masturbation, nipple play, dry humping, dacryphilia

5.8k words

part i || part ii || part iii || part iv || part v || part vi || extras || only you, too

“What the fuck is this?”

Osamu immediately shielded your body with his arms and hands as your mom stood in the doorway.

You stared up at her, frozen.

“M-mom,” you stuttered. She turned on her heel and stormed away.

You stumbled out of the bathtub, nearly falling over the edge as you wrapped a towel around your body.

“Mom! I can explain!” You exclaimed, following after her into the living room. She spun around, arms crossed and tears streaming down her face.

“Explain what? The fact that you’re sleeping with my husband or the fact that you’re both apparently falling in love?” She spat.

“I-It’s not like that,” you said. “Well, it is but, believe me, we didn’t want to hurt you.”

She let out a dry laugh. “Oh? Didn’t want to hurt me? Well, sleeping with my husband surely wouldn’t hurt. Of course not! How could I be so stupid to be hurt by this, this brutal betrayal of trust?!”

“M/n, you weren’t supposed to find out like this,” Osamu said, coming up behind you.

“You! You thought it was okay to sleep with my daughter?!” Your mom exclaimed, poking a finger against Osamu’s bare chest. “Your stepdaughter? You sick bastard!”

“It’s not like he raised me,” you said. “And anyway, you’re the one who married a man half your age!”

“Oh, you are not turning this around on me!” Your mom shouted. “You’re the slut that fucked her stepdad!”

“And you’re the whore that married a man six months after your husband of twenty years died!” You yelled. Osamu stepped between the two of you, pushing you both back.

“Both of ya calm down!” He exclaimed. He turned to your mom. “Ya, sit down on the couch. And ya-“ he turned to face you. “go get dressed.”

You huffed as you turned and walked down the hall to your room. You pulled on the first clothes you saw and went back to the living room.

“We both know it wasn’t working out anyway,” Osamu said, standing in front of your mom. “This was a marriage of convenience for both of us.”

“I would’ve been fine with anyone else, but you slept with my daughter, Osamu,” your mom said.

“For what it’s worth, I wish Osamu hadn’t been my stepdad,” you said, sitting on the opposite end of the couch.

“Is this your way of getting back at me for getting married so soon after your father died?” Your mom asked.

“No! I’d never use Osamu like that,” you said, glancing at Osamu. “I really like him. That’s it. I wish I didn’t, but I do. I’m sorry.”

Your mom sighed. “I have to leave for Tokyo. I only came back because I forgot my laptop. We’ll discuss this more when I get back. I can’t just sit here and pretend I’m okay with this.”

“Okay,” you said. You awkwardly stood up as your mom did. “I’m really sorry, Mom.”

“I know,” she said. She disappeared into the bedroom, grabbing her laptop.

“And we’ll discuss more when you get home,” Osamu said as your mom stood at the door.

She nodded. “You can move your things to the guest room.”

“Yeah,” Osamu said, nodding. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry, too.”

“I’m sure you are,” your mom said. She turned and left quickly.

You stood behind Osamu, both watching as she pulled away.

Osamu turned and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Well, she knows,” Osamu said, holding you closely.

“Wish she didn’t find out this way,” you mumbled, leaning your head against his chest.

“Hey,” he said, tilting your chin up so you were looking up at him. “It’s all going to work out, baby. Everything is going to be just fine.”

“Famous last words,” you said.

“What’s the worst that could happen?” Osamu asked. “She never talks to us again?”

You sighed. “She is my mom, Osamu. Even if we don’t always get along.”

“And you’re her daughter. She’ll forgive you,” Osamu said. “And if she doesn’t, I’ll be there for ya.”

“Thanks,” you said. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a short kiss.

“Now, what do you want to do all day?” Osamu asked.

“Honestly?” You asked. “Cry in my bed.”

“We’re not doing that,” Osamu said. “Wanna watch a movie?”

“Can I pick?” You asked. Osamu nodded. “We’re watching the new Demon Slayer movie.”

You sniffled and rubbed your eyes as the movie ended.

“Are ya crying? I thought ya’ve seen this?” Osamu asked, glancing down at you.

“How are you not crying?” You asked, wiping your eyes. “It’s sad! Rengoku’s my favourite!”

“It’s just a movie,” Osamu said, yawning.

“Yeah, well, it’s a sad movie,” you said. “You’re just heartless.”

“We barely knew Rengoku!” Osamu exclaimed as the credits rolled.

“I knew him!” You exclaimed. “He deserved more!”

“Baby, you’ve seen this movie before. Ya knew what was going to happen,” Osamu said.

You sniffled, “I always hope it happens differently. I hate Akaza!”

“Ya literally just said he could get it,” Osamu said.

“That was before he killed Rengoku, my love!” You exclaimed.

Osamu kissed your temple. “Yer lucky yer cute.”

“Cute enough to make lunch for?” You asked.

Osamu sighed and stood up. “What do ya want?”

“Surprise me?” You asked, stretching out on the couch.

Osamu nodded and wandered into the kitchen.  You followed after him, mindlessly, sitting at the bar, watching as he gathered ingredients.

“Do you want any help?” You asked as he chopped up some vegetables.

“Can you start a pot of water to boil?” He asked. You nodded.

Osamu seasoned the water and let it boil before adding in the vegetables and noodles.

“Hope ya like Korean food,” Osamu said, adding a spoonful of Korean chili powder.

“You’re in luck,” you said, wrapping your arms around his waist as he stirred the ramen. You rested your head against his back as he hummed.

“Baby, grab some bowls, please?” He asked. You nodded, tiredly, and grabbed two bowls. You sat them at the table before grabbing some spoons and chopsticks.

Osamu quickly filled the two bowls and placed the extra back on the oven before joining you at the table.

“Thanks,” you said, slurping up some of the spicy broth.

“So,” Osamu said as you ate. “Let me take ya out tonight.”

“Like, on a date?” You asked, perking up.

He nodded. “Like, a real date. I know we don’t really have a traditional relationship, but I want to take ya out. Really wine and dine ya.”

You smiled. “I’d like that.”

“Say, around 7?” Osamu suggested.

“Sounds like a plan,” you said, smiling as you took a sip of your drink. Osamu smiled to himself.

“I really want to do this properly from here on out,” Osamu said.

“So no more fucking until the third date?” You teased.

“That’s not what I’m saying,” Osamu said. “But, like, I want to properly date ya. Not just sneak around and fuck, even though I like that.”

“Ooo, sounds like someone has feelings for me,” you teased, playfully knocking your foot against his.

“I definitely have feelings for ya,” he said, knocking his foot against yours.

“Good, because I have feelings for you,” you said, smiling.

You finished lunch quickly, chatting about nothing in particular.

“They beat us our first game,” Osamu said. “Everyone was shocked because they were nobodies from Miyagi and we were set to win that year.”

“That’s the power of having Hinata Shoyo, Kageyama Tobio, and Tsukishima Kei on your team,” you said. “Still though, I can’t believe they beat you.”

“It happens,” Osamu said, shrugging. He stacked your bowls and took them to the sink. “And it’s not like our team was weak. We had Tsumu, Suna Rintaro, and Aran Ojiro. And I could’ve gone pro if I hadn’t opened Onigiri Miya. I just like food more than volleyball.”

“I’m glad you didn’t go pro, otherwise who would make my favourite food?” You said, padding after Osamu. You wrapped your arms around his waist as he cleaned the dishes.

“Someone’s clingy today,” he said. You pressed a kiss against his spine.

“Just realised we only have a few days left together,” you mumbled against his skin. “And the whole mom finding out situation is stressing me out.”

“Hey, I like you being clingy,” Osamu said, twisting around in your arms. He wrapped his arms around you. “I want to spend the rest of my days in your arms.”

“Cheesy,” you said, looking down and smiling. He tilted your chin up and kissed you softly.

“You like it,” he said, peppering your face with kisses. You giggled as he kissed your nose.

“I know it’s only been a few days, Osamu, but I—“

“I love ya, too,” Osamu said, kissing your lips slowly.

“Let me at least say it first,” you grumbled. “I love you.”

“I love ya,” he said, kissing you again. He smiled into the kiss. “I love ya, I love ya, I love ya. I don’t even care that yer mom found out. I’m just glad I don’t have to hide it. I could shout it from the rooftops, I love ya so much.”

“We’re crazy,” you said. “It’s been less than a week.”

“That’s how love works,” Osamu said. “It’s weird and crazy and sometimes ya fall in love in three days, so let me hear ya say it again.”

“I love you,” you said. Osamu grinned widely.

“I love ya,” Osamu said, leaning down to kiss you again. His hips pressed against yours as he kissed down your neck.

“Samu,” you moaned rolling your hips against his hardening cock. “Need you.”

“Let me hear it one more time,” he mumbled, lifting you on to the counter. You moved your arms around his neck and wrapped your legs around his waist

“Samu, I love you,” you breathed, letting your head fall back as he nibbled and sucked on your skin. “I love you and I need you, please.”

“I know, baby, I know,” he said, pulling back. He pulled your shorts and underwear down in one quick motion before he was back on you, wrapping your legs back around him. “I love ya, too, princess.”

You whined as you ground your pussy against his clothed erection. He pushed down his shorts, letting his cock free. You moaned as he slapped you clit with the purpling tip.

“Such a good girl,” Osamu praised, pressing the head of his cock into your wet heat. “Daddy loves ya so much.”

“Love you, daddy,” you moaned, trying in vain to move your hips forward. Osamu’s iron grip on your hips kept you firmly in place.

“Gonna make ya scream it, baby,” Osamu said, pressing forward an inch. You moaned at the stretch.

“Want more,” you said, tangling your fingers in the back of Osamu’s hair and pulling him into a kiss. “Fuck me, please, Samu. Want your cock in me, need it in me.”

“Need it? How bad, baby?” Osamu asked, pushing in another inch. You rested your forehead against his as your mouth opened in a silent moan.

“Gonna cry,” you said, “if you don’t fuck me. Need you to fuck me full of your cum. Need your cum in me, breed me, please.”

“Aw, my little girl’s gonna cry if daddy doesn’t breed her tight lil cunt?” Osamu said. Your eyes burned with tears of frustration as he slowly pushed his cock in another inch.

“Daddy, I love you,” you said, softly. “I love you so much, wanna be tied to you forever. Please, want you to breed me.”

“Fuck,” Osamu hissed. He rutted his hips forward, the head of his cock kissing your cervix as he buried his cock in you. “Love ya, too, princess.”

You moaned and tightened your legs around him as he thrusted into you. His heavy balls slapped against your ass and his cock pushed past your cervix more and more with each strong thrust.

“Still so tight,” Osamu grunted as your head fell against his shoulder. “Squeezin’ me just how I like it.”

You buried your face in his shoulder to muffle your loud moans.

“Nuh-uh, baby,” Osamu said, pulling your head back by your hair. “Let me hear ya.”

You moaned loudly as he kissed your neck. Osamu bit his lip as your walls clenched around his cock.

“Don’t cum yet,” he mumbled. “Wanna cum with you.”

You nodded your head, biting back a moan as Osamu’s piercing continuously dragged against your sweet spot.

“What did I say?” Osamu asked. “I wanna hear ya, baby.”

“Sorry,” you moaned. You yelped in shock as he landed a quick slap against your clit.

“There we go, let me hear you, princess,” Osamu said. You let out a low moan as he rubbed your clit, soothingly. You whined as he slapped it again.

“Gonna- gonna cum!” You gasped as he landed three rapid slaps against your clit. “Samu, please!”

“Gonna fill ya up, baby,” Osamu grunted, hips stuttering as his cock twitched inside you. “Just one second.”

You bit your lip as your walls fluttered around him.

“C-can’t hold on much longer!” You whined. “Daddy!”

“Fuck, let me hear it again,” Osamu said.

“I love you, Osamu,” you moaned.

“Fuck,” he grunted as he spilled his seed in you. Your head fell back against the cabinets as you gushed around him, milking his cock with your spasming walls. “I love ya, too, Y/n.” You breathed heavily as your head fell against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to his warm body.

“Don’t pull out yet,” you mumbled, wrapping your legs tighter around him. “Don’t wanna lose your cum.”

Osamu groaned as his cock twitched. “Don’t say that, makes me wanna fill ya up again.”

You pulled him closer to you by your ankles, forcing his softening cock deeper into you.

“Come on, let’s move to the couch,” Osamu said, lifting you up without pulling out. He sat down, keeping you in his lap. You rearranged yourself carefully, resting your head on his shoulder and wrapping your arms around Osamu’s chest.

You dozed happily, full and satiated until someone knocked on the door.

“Who is it?” Osamu called.

“It’s Atsumu,” Atsumu called. You whined as Osamu lifted you off of his cock, which was hard once again.

“No, daddy,” you pouted. “Wanna stay full.”

“Baby, Tsumu wants to come in,” Osamu said. You twisted around until you were sitting in his lap, back flush against his front, and pulled a blanket over you as you guided his cock back in you before too much of his cum could leak out.

“Yer a naughty girl,” Osamu said, smirking at you. “Yer lucky it’s Tsumu. Come on in!”

The front door opened and closed quickly and Atsumu appeared in the living room.

“What’s up?” Atsumu asked, sitting in the recliner next to the couch.

You shifted slightly. Osamu pinched your thigh.

“Just watched the Demon Slayer movie,” Osamu said. “Ate some lunch.”

“That’s all? Because M/n changed her facebook relationship status to ‘it’s complicated’,” Atsumu said, leaning forward to show you two his phone screen.

“What?” You asked, grabbing his phone. Osamu hissed quietly as your body jostled. “I can’t believe she would do that! You know what, actually I can.”

“She caught us this morning,” Osamu said. Atsumu cringed as he grabbed his phone back.

“I guess in a precarious situation,” Atsumu said.

“We were in the bath,” you said. “Basically confessing our love.”

Atsumu hissed. “Damn, that’s almost worse than being caught fuckin’.”

“We were still naked so it was plenty awkward,” you said. Osamu gripped your hips to keep you from moving.

“What did she say?” Atsumu asked, leaning back as he propped the recliner’s footrest up.

“She called me a sick bastard,” Osamu said.

“And she called me a slut,” you said. “Then she said we’d talk about it when she got back.”

“Damn, what did ya say when she called ya a slut?” Atsumu asked.

“I called her a whore,” you said, smiling proudly. Osamu shifted your weight, causing his cock to press against that spongy spot inside you. You covered your moan with a cough.

“Badass,” Atsumu said. “She definitely deserves it. After all, it’s not like she hasn’t cheated on Samu before.”

You sat up abruptly. “What?”

“Oh, yeah, plenty of times,” Atsumu said.

“That’s why she doesn’t get along with Atsumu,” Osamu said, pulling you back against him. “He called her out on it.”

“And I turned her down,” Atsumu said. “I mean, of course I’m the hotter twin, but I would never sleep with any of Samu’s girls without his permission.” Atsumu winked at you.

“Yeah, well you can keep waitin’,” Osamu said, holding you tighter. You bit your lip as his cock was forced into you deeper.

“Well, why not? Yer cockwarmin’ right in front of me,” Atsumu said. He sat up and leaned forward and snatched your blanket away.

You yelped and instinctively reached forward as Osamu covered you up with his hands.

“Tsumu!” You squealed, as he pulled the blanket out of your reach. He smirked at you.

“Come on, let me watch,” Atsumu said. Osamu rolled his eyes.

“Watch what? She’s just cockwarming,” Osamu said.

“Fuck her,” Atsumu said, leaning back. His cock was straining against his jogging shorts. “Come on, I saw ya squirmin’.”

Osamu slowly moved his hands to your hips. He leaned forward, whispering in your ear. “Ya want to, baby? Wanna give Uncle Tsumu a show?”

You nodded. “Want Uncle Tsumu to watch me, daddy.” You spread your legs, showing off your full cunt to Atsumu.

Atsumu groaned as he sat up and palmed his cock in his shorts.

“Good girl,” Atsumu groaned. “Rub yer clit for me, doll.”

“Yer not givin’ orders, Tsumu,” Osamu said. He reached down and spread your folds apart, revealing your swollen clit. You moaned as Osamu rubbed small circles around the nub.

“Just watchin’,” you moaned, rolling your hips.

“Fuck, just wanna get off,” Atsumu whined, thrusting his hips up against his hand.

“He’s such a fuckin’ sub,” Osamu said, kissing under your ear. “Just tryin’ to pretend he isn’t. Won’t do anything without yer permission.”

“Really?” You asked.

“Tell him what to do,” Osamu said.

“Stop touching yourself,” you said. Atsumu whined as he moved his hand away from his cock. You smiled as his hips kept rolling upward, searching for friction.

“Watch me,” you moaned as he shut his eyes. You bounced up and down on Osamu’s cock, moaning at the way his piercing dragged against your walls.

“Please, please, wanna touch myself,” Atsumu begged, squirming as he watched you. You smirked.

“You’re always so cocky,” you moaned. “Can’t believe I have you begging. Beg for me, Tsumu.”

“Fuck, please, please,” Atsumu begged. “Please, doll, wanna cum for ya.”

You hummed. “Pull your cock out, Tsumu.” Tsumu quickly pushed his shorts down, letting his cock out. It bobbed heavily between his legs. It was slightly longer than Osamu’s, with a slight curve to the right instead of the left like Osamu’s, just a smidge thinner, with an ampallang going horizontally through the dark pink head, opposite Osamu’s piercing. You moaned at the sight, immediately wondering how it would feel, stretching you out with Osamu’s.

The dark pink head was nearly purple and leaking precum steadily. Atsumu wrapped his large hand around the base, and pumped once, thumbing his slit and running his thumb over his piercing.

“Fuck,” he hissed, gathering precum on his thumb. Your mouth watered, wanting to lick it clean.

“Wanna taste,” you whined. “Tsumu, give me.”

Atsumu leaned forward, offering you his precum covered thumb. You wrapped your plush lips around his thumb and sucked. You hollowed your cheeks and swirled your tongue around, licking the salty precum away. You pulled off with a soft pop.

“Who said ya could taste him?” Osamu asked, jerking you back by your hair. You moaned.

“‘m sorry, daddy,” you said. Osamu slapped your clit, making you jump in his lap.

“Remember who makes the rules, baby,” Osamu said. You moaned as he pulled your hips down roughly, forcing the head of his cock past your cervix. You looked down at where your stomach poked out with the stretch of his cock. “Look how deep she takes me, Tsumu. Fuck, she’s takin’ me so well.”

Atsumu pumped his cock in time with Osamu’s thrusts, moaning and whining as his balls tightened.

“Want him to cum on me,” you moaned, watching Atsumu as he got closer and closer to cumming. “Please, daddy.”

“Where, baby?” Osamu asked. “Want him to cover yer cute tits? Maybe yer lil face? Huh? Tell daddy what ya want.”

“My face, daddy,” you said. Atsumu moaned and wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock, holding back his orgasm.

“Ya heard her, Tsumu,” Osamu said. “Cum on my baby’s face.”

“Fuck, okay,” Atsumu scrambled up, standing in front of you. “Fuck, gonna look so cute covered in my cum, doll.”

“Cum on my face, please, Uncle Tsumu,” you moaned. He jerked his cock quickly as it twitched.

“Open yer mouth,” he said. You opened your mouth, tongue eagerly hanging out. He moaned as his balls tightened and cum spurted out, covering your tongue and splattering on your cheeks and chin.

“Samu, please,” Atsumu begged.

“Just this once,” Osamu said.

“Don’t swallow,” Atsumu said, leaning down. He kissed you messily, scooping his cum out of your mouth before pushing it back in, making it run down your chin. When he pulled back, a strand of saliva connected you two. You moaned as Osamu bounced you on his cock.

“Gonna cum,” you moaned as Osamu pinched your clit.

“Yer clenchin’ ‘round me so tight, baby. Is it just for Tsumu?” Osamu asked. “If I knew ya liked him so much I woulda suggested this sooner.”

“Daddy,” you whined. “Wanna cum for you and Uncle Tsumu.”

“Go ‘head, baby,” Osamu said, swiping his fingers over your clit furiously. You let out a high pitched moan as you squirted around Osamu’s cock, wetting his shorts as well as Atsumu’s.

“Fuck, doll,” Atsumu breathed as Osamu continued to pound into you. He kneeled in front of you.

“She’s my messy, lil girl,” Osamu said, smirking. “Isn’t that right?” You nodded, leaning back against Osamu tiredly.

“Want you to fill me up again, daddy,” you moaned, softly.

“Fill ‘er up, Samu,” Atsumu said, pushing your legs out wider. “Wanna see her dripping with yer cum.”

You moaned, feeling Osamu’s cock twitch inside you.

“Samu, please,” you moaned, walls tightening around his cock. “I love you so much, wanna be full of you.”

“Fuck, baby, I love ya, too,” Osamu grunted as he painted your walls white. Atsumu’s cock twitched as Osamu pulled out. Cum slowly leaked out of you, coating your thighs.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Atsumu said. He glanced up at Osamu questioningly.

“Ask her,” Osamu said.

“Let me fill ya up,” Atsumu said, looking up at you.

“Just this once,” Osamu said.

“I don’t know,” you said. You looked up at Osamu, trying to gauge his emotions.

“What do ya want, baby?” Osamu asked. You looked at Atsumu.

“Are you okay with it?” You asked, looking up at Osamu. “Really? You said just yesterday you didn’t want to share me with him.”

“It’s whatever ya want,” Osamu said. “‘S’long as ya remember who ya belong to.”

“I want you both,” you said. “Wanna be really full.”

“Fuck, we haven’t done that in a while,” Atsumu said.

“Want us to ruin yer lil cunt?” Osamu asked. “Stretch ya around both of our cocks?”

“Please,” you whimpered as Osamu teased your folds with his hardening cock.

“Let’s take her to bed so she can be comfortable,” Atsumu said. Osamu nodded as lifted you easily.

Osamu led Atsumu to your bedroom, where he tossed you on the bed. The twins loomed over you, staring down at your half dressed form.

“Let’s get rid of this,” Osamu said, tugging your shirt off. You instinctively crossed your arms to cover your breasts.

“Oh, no, doll, no hiding from us,” Atsumu said. “Let us see those pretty tits, please.”

You breathed deeply and dropped your arms to the side, releasing your breasts.

Atsumu looked at Osamu, who nodded. Atsumu climbed over you, palming your breasts heavily and pinching your nipples.

“So pretty, doll,” Atsumu breathed. “Let me have a lil taste, please.”

You nodded as he leaned down. He placed a kitten lick to your right nipple before sucking it in his mouth. He mouthed at the pebbles nipple messily, spit running down his chin and down the mount of your breast. You moaned softly, and tangled your hands in his blond hair, pulling him closer.

“Tsumu,” you moaned. Osamu crossed his arms, watching carefully for any hint you weren’t enjoying yourself.

Once your right nipple was puffy and sore, Atsumu pulled back before switching to the left.

He rolled his tongue against your sensitive flesh, gently grazing his teeth along it. You moaned as he pulled away with a pop.

“Say my name again,” Atsumu said, spit running down his chin.

“Tsumu,” you moaned, tugging his hair.

He glanced back at Osamu, once again questioning his next move.

“Ask her,” Osamu said.

“Wanna kiss ya,” Atsumu said. You looked at Osamu, who nodded.

“Okay,” you mumbled. Atsumu leaned up and kissed you deeply, messily. He kissed wildly, with teeth clicking together and tongue licking into your mouth, like he just couldn’t get enough fast enough.

“Want it,” Atsumu whined against your lips.

“Tell me what you want,” you said, breathlessly as you pulled back.

“Want you on top of me,” Atsumu said. You nodded. He flipped you over and you straddled his hips.

“He wants ya to spit in his mouth,” Osamu said, coming up behind you. His lips brushed the lobe of your ear. “He just doesn’t know how to ask.”

You looked down at Atsumu, and ran your hands over his chest.

“Can you ask?” You asked. “I wanna hear it from you, Atsumu.”

He whined, bucking his hips up, grinding his clothed cock against your bare pussy.

“Please, please,” he begged. “Want ya to spit in my mouth.”

One of your hands circled his neck as you leaned down, while the other squeezed his cheeks, forcing his mouth open.

“Tongue out,” you said. Atsumu eagerly stuck his tongue out. You gathered saliva in your mouth and hovered over him. You let your spit fall out of your mouth. Adrenaline rushed in your veins at the sound of his moans under you. You could feel the vibrations under your hand on his throat. You squeezed lightly as he swallowed.

“Fuck,” you said as Atsumu moaned again. You squeezed a little harder.

“Wanna-wanna,” Atsumu stuttered. He grabbed your hand around his throat, holding you there. “Harder.”

You applied a bit more pressure and squirmed as Atsumu let out a choked moan. You ground your cunt against his shorts as you choked him.

“You like that?” You asked, letting out a moan as your clit dragged against the rough fabric of his shorts. Atsumu nodded. His face was flushed and his pupils blown as you ground against him.

“Fuck, gonna get off just from choking you,” you moaned.

“Please, please,” Atsumu breathed.

“Let up a lil,” Osamu whispered in your ear. “Then press down again.”

You loosened your hand, letting Atsumu suck in a quick breath before squeezing again.

You moaned in sync with Atsumu.

“Gonna cum,” you gasped as you practically rode Atsumu’s thighs. You gasped again as Atsumu rolled his hips up. “Fuck.”

You gushed around nothing, surely leaving a wet spot on Atsumu’s shorts.

Atsumu moaned as you released his throat.

“Now, aftercare,” Osamu whispered in your ear. “Comfort him.”

“Such a good boy for me,” you said. “Letting me use you to get off. You did such a good job.”

You leaned down and pressed a few soft kisses along his throat. “Looked so pretty under me.”

Atsumu whined as you peppered his face in kisses. You pecked his lips last and pulled back.

“Good boy,” Atsumu repeated. You nodded and ran your fingers through his hair.

“Yes you were,” you said, smiling down at him. “My good boy.”

“Yer good boy,” Atsumu echoed.

“Does my good boy wanna fill me up, now?” You asked, pushing his shirt up and over his head. “Stretch me out until I’m crying over your cock?”

“Please,” Atsumu breathed. “Wanna be in ya.”

You scrambled down Atsumu’s legs, tugging his shorts down. His cock bobbed heavily, leaking precum. You couldn’t help yourself, you placed a small lick along his slit, tasting the salty precum and moaning.

“Don’t,” Atsumu choked out. “Don’t wanna cum yet.”

You leaned up and crawled up his body, straddling his hips again.

“Just wanna make you feel good, Tsumu,” you said, grinding your wet cunt against his cock. He let out a broken moan. “Where do you want to cum?”

“In ya, in ya!” He exclaimed.

“Move up for me,” you said. “Lean against the headboard.”

Atsumu pushed himself up right, leaning against your headboard. You reached down and ran his cock through your folds, teasing your clit with the swollen head.

“Please, jus’ wanna be in ya,” Atsumu moaned. You sank down on his cock with a low moan. “Fuck, so tight.”

“Her pretty pussy’s always so tight,” Osamu said, crawling on the bed behind you. He kissed your shoulder softly. “Too bad we’re gonna ruin it.”

Osamu bent you over, pushing your chest flush against Atsumu’s.

“How’s this lil hole gonna fit us both, baby?” Osamu asked, placing a hand on the small of your back as he forced his forefinger in your already stretched out hole. Your jaw dropped in a silent moan and your head fell on Atsumu’s shoulder as Osamu stretched you out.

“Don’t worry, I’ll go slow,” Osamu said, slowly pumping his finger in and out of you. Thankfully, Osamu’s cum from earlier provided enough lubricant that his finger slid in easily.

“M-more,” you moaned after a few minutes. Osamu added another finger, slowly.

Atsumu held you tightly against his body, playing with your hair as a distraction so he wouldn’t cum just from being in your tight walls. You whimpered as Osamu added a third, thick finger.

“Does it hurt, princess?” Osamu asked, carefully scissoring his fingers. You nodded as tears pricked at your eyes.

“Hurts good,” you said.

“Yer almost ready, princess,” Osamu said, leaning down to kiss the base of your spine. “Just a lil more.”

“‘S’okay, doll,” Atsumu said, wiping a stray tear away. You nodded as Osamu added a fourth finger.

“Ya’ll be feelin’ good in a minute, baby,” Osamu said. You felt the head of his cock nudge your entrance. “Ready?”

You nodded and gripped Atsumu’s biceps tightly. Osamu slowly pushed in, stretching you out even more.

“Daddy,” you whimpered as Osamu and Atsumu moaned. Atsumu rubbed your back as Osamu gripped your hips. His thumbs moved in soothing circles on your skin as he bottomed out.

“Fuck,” Osamu hissed. “Squeezin’ me so tight, baby.”

“Full,” was all you could choke out.

“She’s so full, she can’t speak,” Atsumu said.

You could barely think. With each breath, your insides tightened. With each heartbeat, a piercing was pressing against that little spot inside you. You wanted so badly for someone to move, but at the same time, if anyone did, you’d break in half.

“Gonna pull out now,” Osamu said. You reached back and grabbed his forearm.

“No,” you said. “Wanna be full.”

You took a deep breath and glanced down. At the base of your stomach, you could almost trace where Atsumu’s cock was. You pushed down on the small bulge and moaned.

“Go ‘head,” you breathed, releasing Osamu’s arm. He slowly pulled out most of the way, leaving just the tip.

“Gonna ruin ya, princess,” Osamu whispered in your ear. You shivered and he rutted back into you.

“Samu!” You cried, falling against Atsumu’s chest.

“‘S’alright, doll?” Atsumu asked, moaning in your ear.

You nodded. Osamu grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you against his chest, his free arm wrapped around your waist.

“She’s alright, Tsumu, look at ‘er, fucked out already,” Osamu said. You moaned loudly as his cock pushed in and out of you.

“Samu,” you moaned, arching your back against him. He reached down and pressed two fingers against your clit. Your body spasmed with the added stimulation.

“Gonna cum!” You cried, walls fluttering around their cocks. Atsumu bit his lip, trying to stave off his own orgasm.

“Already, baby? I thought you could handle us?” Osamu said, hips pounding against yours. You could already feel the bruises forming.

Tears rolled down your cheeks as your orgasm squirted out of you. Osamu’s hips continued their brutal pace.

“Such a messy girl,” Osamu cooed, pinching your nipple. He rolled it between his fingers and cooed when you cried out.

“S-Samu,” Atsumu stuttered. “Gonna cum if you don’t slow down.”

“Come on, fill her up,” Osamu grunted, slapping your clit. More tears ran down your face. “She wants to be full, Tsumu. Tell him, baby.”

“Wa-wanna be full!” You moaned, rolling your hips back to meet Osamu’s thrusts. “Cum in me, Tsumu!”

Atsumu moaned out your name as he came hard. His twitching cock spurted out more cum every time you tightened around him.

“Want you to cum,” you moaned as Osamu continued to pound into your abused cunt.

“Just a lil more,” he grunted. Atsumu moaned from the overstimulation. His cock twitched, trying, in vain, to stay hard.

You clenched around them, desperately trying to make Osamu cum. He pinched your clit.

“Cum again for us, baby,” Osamu said, rubbing your clit. “Make a mess.”

You cried out as he slapped your clit.

“Samu’s mean!” You cried as he alternated between slapping and rubbing your clit. Your walls fluttered and you gushed around them just as Osamu came.

“Good job, baby,” Osamu praised. He slowly pulled out of you, leaving you to fall in a heap on Atsumu. Both of you breathed heavily as Osamu collapsed next to you.

He tugged you away from Atsumu.

“No,” you whined as both of their cum leaked out of you.

“Come here, princess,” Osamu breathed, pulling you on top of him. You fell limp on his chest. “Ya okay?”

You nodded, tiredly.

“Share her, I want cuddles, too!” Atsumu exclaimed. You shifted to lay in between them. Atsumu immediately wrapped an arm around your waist and buried his face in your neck. Osamu wrapped an arm around your waist, below Atsumu’s arm and nuzzled the other side of your neck, pressing soft kisses against your skin.

You turned and curled into Osamu’s side as you fell asleep.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Portrait of a Dangerous Man🎨4

Warnings: (series) non-consent sex and rape; slow creep; cucking; (this chapter) only plot hehe

This is dark!mob!Clark Kent x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: Your dream of having your work hung in an art show comes true but your first buyer is not all he seems to be.

Note: I’m at my tipping point, I swear. I’m dealing with everything in our household, new bed (delayed delivery yay!), cleaning, cooking, dog walking, and working. My only escape are my fics and this weekend I’m telling everyone to fuck off so I can do the writeathon... but sorry for the rant, enjoy more Clark.

Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

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Wednesday trickled by like sand in a glass. You could hardly keep your eyes open as you typed away and a double espresso shot was the only thing that saw you through your hours at the gallery. Vanessa was excited for her next event and already asking after some new pieces from you. You promised her some from your storage unit to stave her off as you held in your yawns. 

You collapsed into bed that night beside Marcus. He complained about his day until he drifted off and you followed suit shortly after. You awoke with a decision, the echoes of your boyfriend’s gripes in your head and heart. You hated how miserable his job made him, how dull your own was. It felt like there was nothing else but the almighty dollar.

You called Clark after an email to Jim, your nerves alight in anticipation of the disgruntled reply. It didn’t matter. You were done. You didn’t need to worry about the all caps messages and curt zoom calls.

“Hey,” Clark picked up, he sounded out of breath.

“Oh, hey, sorry, it’s me,” you swiveled in your chair, “I hope I’m not disturbing you.”

“Nope, just getting in a work out,” he grunted, “you’re not bugging me if you have good news for me.”

“I think… I do,” you forced out, “I just sent in my resignation.”

“Mmm, you don’t sound… happy,” he hummed.

“I am, I think I’m just processing it,” you replied, “I said I’d let you know today so I’m letting you know.”

“Well, how soon can you be here?” he asked.

“Today?”

“Sure, why not?”

“I guess, I could leave as soon as you want me,” you said.

“I’ll send a car,” he intoned, “I’ll give the driver your number, if you don’t mind.”

“Yeah,” your voice almost squeaked, “I can do that.”

“Alright, sweetheart, see ya soon.”

The line cut out and you lowered your phone slowly. You stared at Outlook and the new email icon along the taskbar. You closed the laptop and stood. You could worry about the fallout later, right now, you had to get ready for another day of painting.

🎨

It was starting to feel like deja vu every time you arrived at Clark’s house. You got out and thanked the drive, Jeremy, before he drove off. The doors opened before you got to the top of the steps and your host was already dressed in the same outfit he wore for each session. His hair was neat but his beard was even thicker than before.

“I think you can tell I’m a little antsy to start,” he chuckled, “how are you, sweetheart?”

That pet name caught in your mind again. It might just be a habit of his. Nothing more than an absent-minded word.

“Me too, honestly,” you smiled, “but I have a weird question for you.”

“Ask away,” he said as he walked with you through the foyer.

“The beard… you want that in the portrait or--”

“Oh, ha, yeah,” he ran his fingers along his jawline, “I guess I wasn’t thinking. You’re the artist, what do you think?”

“Well, erm, either way is fine,” you said, “I was just… wondering. I’m not even close to starting on, uh, you yet. I mean, right now I’m just working on the background and basic shapes.”

“I’ll let you make the call when you get there,” he said, “say the word and it’s gone.”

“Alright,” you came to the top of the stairs and he pointed you ahead of him.

He followed you as you entered and you went about filling the jar with water and resituating the set up. He sat as you mixed and chose your brush. You climbed the ladder and peered around the canvas at him. He took on the same pose as usual and you dipped the bristles into the pigment. You could make a happy life of this.

🎨

Clark shifted and cleared his throat. You rolled your wrist and glanced back over at him as you drew your hand back from the canvas. He braced the chair and pushed himself up.

“How about a break?” he asked as he shook out his arms, “back’s a bit stiff.”

“Sure,” you said, “I think I could sit down for a moment.”

You took a step down the rung of the ladder but your toe slipped and suddenly your palette was against your chest. You slid down backwards as Clark rushed over and barely kept you from toppling the entire thing over. You laughed at yourself as he righted you and looked down at your paint-streaked shirt.

“Jesus,” you muttered.

“You okay?” he asked as he kept his hand on your upper arm, “be careful.”

“Yeah, I’m-- clumsy, is all,” you carefully pulled away and set down your brush and palette.

“Come on, sit,” he pulled up the stool and planted it before you, “take a minute.”

As you sat, he stretched his arms over his head and then out to the sides. He paced around the other side of the table, long strides as he worked the cramps from his long legs. He stopped and came up to play with a brush as you leaned an elbow on the table.

“Well, I did have another offer for you,” he said, “I was thinking of waiting but might as well ask now.”

“Oh?” you raised your brows curiously.

He swished a slender brush in the air then lowered it and picked at the tip.

“I’m having a get together on Saturday, some business friends and the like,” he said as he set the brush back with the rest, “it won’t be work. You’ve earned some time off. You can even bring the boyfriend.”

“Saturday?” you pondered, “I’m usually at the gallery on Saturdays.”

“It would be great networking,” he said, “and I already told all my friends about you. They’re excited to see your work. It will almost be like a viewing and it’s only right the artist is there.”

“I could make it work,” you mulled, “Marcus would love to come back.” You snickered, “he loves this place.”

“It’s a nice house,” he said casually, “a bit big for one person… hence, the party.”

“I’ll put it in my calendar,” you stood and slid your palette closer and cleaned it off to remix the mess of paints.

“Great,” he said as he rounded the table and brushed close to you, “it’ll be nice to look at a mug besides mine, huh?”

You laughed as you squeezed out the dark paint and nodded, “ha, sure.”

🎨

The rest of your week was spent much the same. Jeremy drove you to Clark’s and you went up to the studio to continue your work between small talk and silences that grew so thick you had to break them with mindless comments. It wasn’t enough to focus on the path of your brush as the man tugged at your attention.

Marcus was excited when you told him about the party. He raved about how he needed to let loose, about how much expensive alcohol he was going to drink, and the awesome backflip he was gonna do into the pool. You reminded him, he hadn’t done anything like that since college but he swore he could still do it.

You didn’t share the sentiment. You were anxious. You were flattered to be invited but despite what Clark said, it still felt like work. His friends were going to be there and he apparently was trying to sell them on your art. 

You didn’t realise until after you hit send on your email, but you put your livelihood in this man’s hands. A man, you reminded yourself, who was little more than a stranger.

On Friday, a day you were thankfully not called to the mansion to teeter on the ladder and paint, the buzzer rang and drew you off the couch from amid your YouTube binge. The man on the speaker called back that he had a delivery and you let him up. You took the box from him, the thick silver ribbon giving away the sender even before you could read the tag.

Inside you found a black dress with little gemstones set into the fabric like stars in the sky. It was nicer than anything you’d ever owned before and a pair of silver shoes were tucked in beneath the outfit. You took the shoes from the tissue paper and something else shifted in the bottom.

You reached in and revealed a velvet box from the depths of overzealous stuffing. You opened the lid and found a simple chain of diamonds. You gaped in disbelief. They were real. The fake ones didn’t look so nice.

You phone chimed before you could even think to call Clark. It was as if he could see you. You answered and your voice warbled pathetically.

“Hi, I was just gonna call,” you touched your throat as it constricted.

“Yeah? I got the notification that it was delivered,” he said, “you like it?”

“It’s too much,” you gulped out, “really, I can’t--”

“I want you to look nice. I want you to feel good and have a good time,” he said, “I feel like you’ve been working so hard. You need a chance to just let it all go.”

“Look, I…” you were uncertain how to handle it. It was more than generosity but you felt wrong denying it as much as you did accepting it, “I’ve never had a boss buy me diamonds. At least let me give those back.”

“Boss?” he mused on the word, “I suppose, but you gotta dress the part now, sweetheart. You’re gonna rub shoulders with a lot of rich dicks like me. Pardon my language.”

“I didn’t realise it was such an upscale thing,” you put the velvet box down and turned to sit on the couch beside the large box. You played with the silver ribbon and chewed your lip.

“Sweetheart, it’s nothing, you got this,” he said, “trust me, if you can win me over, my friends will be child’s play.”

“Mhmmm,” you stared at the tv mindlessly, “Clark?”

“Yeah?”

“Why are you doing all this?”

There was silence and you heard him sigh then a subtle metallic click.

“Because I can. And you’re a talented artist. Didn’t all the big painters used to have patrons back in the day? You know, Da Vinci and all that.”

“Sure, I guess--”

“Look, sweetheart, I’m glad you like the dress, I gotta go.”

He hung up abruptly and you turned your phone to stare at it in confusion. You were starting to get a bad feeling and that little voice in that back of your head, that little sabotaging bitch, whispered in your ear. No, you wouldn’t let your self-doubt get the best of you this time. You either grabbed this chance or you spent the rest of your life doing menial work and painting the world as it passed you by.

🎨

Friday night, Marcus couldn’t stop rambling about the party the next day. You just couldn’t get over the tickle in your chest, the same one you got before job interviews and doctor’s appointments. You were on edge, even as you spent your stress on him, your body writhing against his as you panted and pouted. It had been a while since you fucked. All the work and the stress had just let things slip past you. Maybe with your new gig, you could get back to those early days when it was all you wanted to do.

You slept soundly. You blamed the sex and the momentous week. You got up, had a lazy brunch time meal, and beat Marcus at MarioKart several times over before he convinced you it was time to get ready. 

You pulled on the gifted outfit after fighting with your make-up and hair. You gave a little tada spin to Marcus and he lifted his brow as he tried to figure out his tie.

“Wow, where’d you get that?” he purred, “fuck, let’s be late.”

He ran his hands over your hips as you neared him and fixed his tie for him. You giggled and planted a kiss on his lips.

“Jeremy’s on his way,” you warned, “I don't wanna bite the hand that feeds.”

“Oh, and it feeds you well,” Marcus chirped, “you think he’ll let me have a spin in the McClaren?”

“Maybe, but I wouldn’t. I don’t need to scrape you off the side of the road,” you took your phone as the screen lit up, “come on, he’s here.”

“Fuck, babe, really, you’re gonna make me follow you out of here with your ass looking like that?”

“Stop,” you tittered, “you know, there might be more sellers tonight?”

“Oh yeah? I guess you’ll be paying a mortgage soon enough.”

“Me?” you scoffed.

“Sure, I’ll be your sugar baby,” he kidded.

“Well, baby is accurate,” you teased as you stepped onto the elevator, “please, just behave.”

🎨

You were surprised to see Vanessa at the party but reassured to see a familiar face. Clark had been distracted by his other guests and you did your best to mingle, letting Marcus take the lead until he was distracted by another guest’s Rolex and started asking too many questions. If you did start selling art to these kinds, you suspected you’d be paying for a lot of overpriced brands. That was a worry for another time.

You stood with Vanessa and a man she introduced you to. Bruce Wayne was tall and his dark-hair was combed back neatly as he spoke over the glass of wine in his hand. You were bored of the Monet-Manet argument, one you’d heard a million times from the stubborn gallery owner, and you were at your limit of socialisation.

You excused yourself and put down your unfinished drink on a table. You looked around but couldn’t see Marcus anywhere. The last you saw him, he was with Clark but you couldn’t find him either. You frowned and wandered between the pairs and trios gabbing around the room.

Just past the bar, you looked back and still no sign of either man. You huffed and your heels clicked into the foyer and to the stairs. You’d go to the studio and sit for a moment and collect yourself. You just needed to take a breath.

You climbed the stairs slowly, the din of the party floating up behind you. You came to the top but stopped as your eyes were drawn to a pair of open doors opposite the studio. You neared and stayed against the wall as you peeked inside. Marcus admired an old-six shooter and spun the barrel.

“You got everything, man, I swear,” you hid behind the door frame and listened.

“Eh, it’s all just things,” Clark replied, “I bought that from an auctioneer down in Texas. A verified antique but it just hangs here. Not good for much but looking at it.”

“Dude, what I wouldn’t do to live here? Have cool guns and even cooler cars? Shit, you know how fucked it is that my lady is making bank and I’m over here with my dick in my hands? I mean, I’m proud of her but… I mean, if I could get paid thousands for drawing, I would’ve tried to learn.”

“She’s good. Dedicated,” Clark remarked, “she’s special. Worth more than money.”

Marcus hummed and you heard the barrel click back into the place. Neither of the men spoke as you heard something shift and Clark cleared his throat. Subtle footsteps moved around the room and you pressed yourself to the wall. You should leave and let them talk but you couldn’t help but be curious.

“Isn’t she?” Clark prodded.

“Y-yeah, but… I don’t know. I just wish I had more,” Marcus said, “I probably sound like a chump, huh?”

“You can’t have it all,” Clark replied.

“Says the guy who can buy anything and everything,” Marcus moped.

“Oh?” Clark intoned, “so… how about it then? Fifty thousand.”

“For what?” Marcus chuckled nervously.

“Her,” Clark answered.

“Her-- I… my girlfriend?” he sputtered.

“If money can buy me anything, that’s what I want,” Clark said firmly, “it’s a one time offer… whether or not you agree to it, I’m gonna fuck her.”

You skin crawled at his words and you covered your mouth in disgust and shock. You inched closer to the door to hear better as you waited for the response.

“One hundred,” Marcus said.

“Seventy-five,” Clark countered.

“That’s my girlfriend, dude,” Marcus hissed.

“And yet you’re haggling with me over her. Eighty.”

You tore yourself from the wall before you could hear anymore. You felt hollow and heavy all at once. Your eyes were glossy as you scurried over to the studio doors and pushed the left one open. You unhooked the diamond necklace and tossed it onto the paint-stained palette and rolled up your brushes.

You stormed over blindly to the easel and pushed it over. It clattered to the floor loudly but you were already out the door and halfway down the stairs. You gripped your clutch and the bundle of paintbrushes tightly as you continued on outside and the blurred outlines of luxury cars passed you by. 

You stomped up the long drive in your heels as you flicked away tears and pulled out your phone. You knew it was too good to be true. Any of it; your art, Clark, Marcus. You weren’t good for anyone unless they could get something out of you.

[nev3rfound]

option two : b.b

after nightmares continue to haunt his nights, bucky knows there’s one person left who could potentially provide some form of comfort, but is she still willing to see him after all this time? (1.5k)

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warnings: angsty, sad bucky, minor spoilers for ep1 of tfatws  requested: nope, just something i’ve been thinking about since ep1 of tfatws

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It felt real, as if he were back there holding the gun with no remorse.

Cold sweat covers Bucky’s body as he pants heavily, feeling the cool tags against his exposed chest rising and falling with his deep breaths that refuse to calm down.

He knew it wasn’t real, it was all in his head. But he knew it happened, even if it was many years ago, he still held the gun in his hand and pulled the trigger.

“It’s not real.” Bucky mutters to himself, glancing up to see the TV silently blaring a football game that he has no interest in, but it proves as a worthy distraction for the time being. “It’s not real.”

Remaining seated on the wooden floorboards with a blanket draped over his lap, Bucky glances over to his phone knowing there are two possible options ahead of him.

A sigh ghosts his lips as he stares at the contact list consisting of five names, only one having been used in the last week, well, month.

“James, you’ve got less than ten contacts in this phone and I’m the only person you’ve called all week.” Doctor Raynor sighs once more as she reaches for her notebook, not caring about the look of disdain crossing Bucky’s expression.

“It’s not like I’ve got anyone else to call.” Bucky shrugs it off, hearing her pen pause on the paper.

“Well, you’ve been avoiding messages from Sam for a start,”

“He doesn’t count.” Bucky remarks, hearing another quieter sigh leave her lips.

“Okay, then when was the last time you spoke to her, huh?” She counters, noticing his tense form relax at the mention of you. “Come on, James. If you want to help yourself, you have to keep in touch with those who still care about you.”

“I don’t even know if she does anymore, Doc.” Bucky admits, trying to hold back the sadness in his tone as Raynor closes her notebook.

“You have to try, James.” She reminds him. “Otherwise you’ll never know.”

Swallowing his pride, Bucky presses on the contact and listens as the number rings out. He’s counted the rings endlessly, knowing the hesitation there would be at the other end of the call.

“Hello?” He holds back the desperation clinging to his throat upon hearing someone answer, a loud yawn echoing through the line.

“Bucky?”

“Yeah,” Bucky lowers his head into his metal hand, even if it’s a different arm, it’s still part of the same tormented history. “I, could you come over?” A whisper leaves his lips as silence protrudes. “P,please?”

His ears perk up at the sound of sheets ruffling. “I’ll be there in twenty.”

Before Bucky can say his thanks, the line goes dead and the realisation sinks in; he’s going to see you again.

*

Bucky listens closely, hearing you outside of his apartment. He can hear you knock once softly, and a second time with more confidence.

He knows he should hold back a moment and pretend he hasn’t been hovering beside the front door since you hung up a mere twenty minutes ago, but he can’t help himself.

Unlocking the several locks covering the door, Bucky opens it a sliver, allowing you to slip in.

Keeping your head down, your focus remains on your feet as Bucky closes his front door before turning to you.

“I, I didn’t think you’d come.” Bucky admits quietly, afraid to hear what you have to say in response.

“Well,” You start, now lifting your head up to see him and your sentence falters in your mouth. You can’t deny that he looks worse than you envisioned, even during those late nights and early mornings when he woke up screaming in your arms, he’d never looked so grief-stricken like this.

“Yeah,” Bucky breathes out, following your gaze to his tired eyes, scratches covering his arm from attempting to claw it off in his sleep as sweat still clings to his chest. “it’s not great.”

You scoff under your breath as you follow Bucky through to his small kitchen where he pours you both glasses of water. “That is clearly an understatement.” Accepting the glass, you take the moment to reflect whilst he’s occupied. “How long has this been happening?”

Pausing at the sink, Bucky stares down into his glass of water, remembering the countless nights they attempted to drown him or try shock therapy. And how every time it didn’t work, he remembered it all.

“A while.” He mutters, his grip tightening on the kitchen ledge as his metal hand clenches around the glass, shattering it into the sink.

“James,” You call out, slowly rising from your seat and moving toward him. “I’m right here, you’re here too, alright?”

Standing beside him, you reach out for his hand, easing his grip on the counter until he lets go.

“You’re right here.” You repeat to him as his eyes remain tightly closed, his jaw locked and left hand still clenching the broken glass. “You can let go, Bucky.” The words leave your lips in a whisper as the remainder of the glass drops into the sink, and Bucky turns his body to face yours.

“It wasn’t real,” Bucky tells you weakly. “please tell me it wasn’t real.”

Without thinking twice, you lift your hand to rest it against his cheek and Bucky instantly cradles it with his flesh hand, keeping it in place.

“It wasn’t real, James.” You confidently state as he moves your hand and presses a gentle kiss against it. “Why didn’t you call me sooner?” You sigh as you both remain in the dimly lit kitchen, the only movement from Bucky as he turns the tap off.

“Nothings been the same since Steve,” He can’t help but trail off, knowing he doesn’t have to explain himself around you. “and I just couldn’t face it, not with all that history.”

Stepping backwards, you let your hand slip from his as you lean against the counter, crossing your arms. “But what about the rest of us, Bucky? You just stopped answering, after everything we’ve been through.” You try to keep your voice low, remain calm, but after all this time, it’s difficult to not let your feelings get in the way. “I’ve lost all of you. Sam, Wanda, Peter, Clint, Bruce, Thor and now you too.”

“I’m sorry, doll,” Bucky breathes out. “I never meant to hurt you, I, I’ve been making amends.”

Walking past you, Bucky rummages through his bedside table, revealing the well-worn notebook.

“Was that?” You don’t have to finish your question before Bucky nods, flipping through the pages to a series of names scribbled down.

“These are all the people I wronged or hurt or who were affected by the Winter Soldier.” Bucky explains, holding the book out to you.

He watches closely as your eyes scan over the names, flipping through the pages seeing those crossed out or circled or left untouched. Until you see the last name on the list, yours.

“Y/n, I’m truly sorry for leaving you, for causing you any pain.” Bucky begins to explain as you close the notebook, placing it back on the counter out of sight. “I know I can’t take back what I’ve done, for disappearing for months without warning, but I,” Unable to fight his emotions, Bucky cracks.

You reach out as he curls up to the ground, quiet sobs wracking through his body as you hold him close.

“It’s okay,” You shush him as you fall to a sitting position, Bucky curling his head into your lap once more. “we can talk about this in the morning, okay?”

“You’re not leaving, are you?” Bucky tenses beneath you before sparing you a glance, allowing you to see those blue eyes, the ones you’ve missed falling asleep beside and waking up to, those same blue eyes that hold so much pain you can’t comprehend.

“No,” You whisper, running your fingers through his short hair, missing how the long ends used to feel against your face in the mornings. “I promise, I won’t go.” You lean back against the cabinets as Bucky begins to relax beneath you, his metal arm outstretched whilst his flesh arm remains around your waist, hugging you close.

“This is real, isn’t it?” Bucky sadly asks, looking out toward the dark hallway of his apartment, seeing nothing besides the faint glare of the tv. “I, I’m not dreaming this again am I?”

The thought breaks your heart as you rest your hand on his shoulder, running your fingers along the faint scar that remains etched into his skin.

“It’s real, Bucky.” You tell him, trying to disguise the cry that is lodged in your throat. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

Despite your words of comfort, Bucky closes his eyes uneasily, wondering when he’ll wake up from this dream to the painful reality he truly lives in.

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