#u really... got me with this prompt anon... u got me good

[seaborgium-dazies]

I’m sorry for my language but your writing? SO FUCKING GOOD AH-

Anyway sorry for my outburst. If it’s alright I have a request! (It is NSFW)

Can I have Kirishima, Bakugou, Iida and anyone else you wanna put (aged up of course) with a reader who is just super horny

Like no reason whatsoever reader is ALLL OVER THEMMM and when they ask why reader is just like “because you’re hot and pretty and cute and I can’t believe you’re mine” or stuff like that? Anyway it is totally ok if not!

ooh I wanna love that man! mdni

a/n: Thank you anon!!!! That means a lot 🥹!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sorry this kinda took long to write... The scenarios also derailed a little from the prompt you sent (💔) but I hope u still enjoy!!!! cw: college!au, f!reader, use of "girlfriend" and "boyfriend", making out, dry humping, pet names (baby)

now playing: that man - caro emerald <3 🌊: Deku, bakugo, kirishima, iida

deku:

The softness of dekus bed gave you comfort after what seemed like a neverending day of classes. And yet you were feeling more pent up than ever.

You were sitting pretty, your nipples perking through the fabric of your dangerously low cut shirt. But you really couldn't help yourself anymore.

Deku was enamoured by his notes when you decided to take the reigns. You scooted closer, feeling the heat radiating off of him. You pressed a quick peck against his shoulder, snuggling into his side.

At first deku just smiled without paying much attention. But the bolder you got the harder it was to ignore.

And when you whispered into his ear,

"Do you know what's crazy?"

"Hm?"

Kirishima:

"That I have the hottest, most sexy boyfriend ever."

dekus eyes widened and he turned to look at you. With every passing word the redness on his face intensified. Before he could respond you continued,

"Yes you heard me! You're so sweet and adorable and honestly so stunning"

Dekus brain was already in overdrive from your words but when you kissed his neck and sunk your hands into his hair? Deku.exe crashed.

His mouth was ready to form words but somehow nothing of substance left his lips. You couldn't help but chuckle at the utterly adorable display.

"Seriously I could smooch you for days!"

You pressed a kiss to dekus lips, temporarily melting together. A whine left his pretty lips and you felt like you were ready to combust.

"I can't believe you're mine"

And with those words you emotionally overstimulated deku so much (in a good way of course) that it took him hours to get his heart to stop beating wildly.

You have been watching kirishima work out for more than twenty minutes now. You were deeply focused on the sweat sliding down his defined muscles, all his gasps and groans like music to your ears.

And when kirishima discarded his shirt? You discarded your decorum.

His workout came to an end and he walked over to you, blissfully unaware of your voyeuristic experience just now.

He expected a quick peck to accompany your cheery "hello". The passionate kiss he got instead surprised him.

His lips parted in a shocked "o" and you slid your tongue into his open mouth immediately after.

Your hand found its way to his chest, resting atop of his heart. Kirishima pulled away looking at you as if he was waiting for an explanation.

"Is something the matter?"

You asked him while batting your eyelashes. Kirishima was searching for the right words but ultimately didn't find them

"Your eagerness surprised me...that's all"

"Oh well, it's hard not to be eager when eijiro kirishima is standing before you."

You pressed a few quick kisses to his lips while still feeling his body beneath your palms

"In fact it's IMPOSSIBLE to not be eager when you see such an incredibly hot and stunning person"

"Baby-"

Kirishimas voice cracked as you started pulling him closer, his body pressed against yours now.

A toothy grin spread across his face before he grabbed the hem of your shirt. He waited for your permission before pulling it over your head, peppering kisses along your neck to the valley between your breasts.

He playfully pushed you onto his bed, taking the delicious sight in.

"You're one to talk".

bakugo:

Bakugo was unusually annoyed by your affection today. And even though you knew that he was deep into a uni assignment you just couldn't stop loving on him. But he misunderstood that affection, thinking you just wanted to tease him.

You were peppering kisses onto his neck even after he let out a soft scoff and not soon after, he grabbed you by the shoulders as he vocalized his frustration,

"What's gotten into you? I need to get this done!"

Your sheepish smile made his eyebrow twitch, the look on his face demanding an explanation.

A deep blush painted your cheeks pink as you admitted,

"Nothing... I just happen to think your focused face is cute and seeing you so absorbed in your assignment made me so proud of being your girlfriend...."

Your words flipped a switch in bakugos brain. It's like you deleted all the words floating around and he had no other option but to blush as well.

"What? Are you surprised that I think you're adorable? You can't deal with the fact that you're so beautiful and hot I find it hard to control myself?"

You continued kissing his neck, whispering in-between kisses,

"These veins? And these muscles? ohhh~"

You exhaled shakily into the crook of his neck and a wave of lust tore bakugo from his flustered trance.

"Oh, is that so?"

In the span of a second he flipped you over and pinned you beneath him, pressing open mouthed kissed to your neck.

It didn't take long until he reduced you to an aroused mess, all the coherency zapped from your brain by the movement of his hips against yours.

The way his jeans dragged along the delicate fabric of your panties made your head fall back. And you both knew that you were about to have a very fun time.

Iida:

Lately you've been seeing Iida in his element: coordinating, instructing and sometimes almost commanding. Just the memory of his stern tone made you sigh dreamily and press your thighs together.

The hours of another shared afternoon were passing you by as lustful thoughts clouded your brain. You really couldn't hold back anymore.

You walked over to his chair and plopped down in his lap. Your hands snaked over his torso, feeling his muscles before you decided to nuzzle into his chest.

You scooted up against his groin in the process, leaving Iida dumbfounded - searching for words.

A proud smirk found its way onto your lips since Iida being speechless was a rare occurrence.

"Y-y/n what has gotten into you?"

Without looking up, you asked

"What do you mean?"

"Well... You seem... needy"

Iidas hushed voice made you look up and cock an eyebrow,

"Aren't I allowed to be?"

If Iida face wasn't red already, it sure as hell was when you continued,

"How can't I be all over you when you're this hot? When my perfect boyfriend has these perfect pecs? And biceps and ugh, you're just so perfect I can't-"

You nuzzled into his body again, but something was different. Tense. As if he was holding his breath. Concerned you looked up and asked,

"Are you oka-".

And before you knew it Iida smashed your lips again his. The force of his kiss knocked the breath out of your lungs. Vigorously you kissed him back, moving your aching cunt against his bulge.

The friction made you moan into his mouth. And Iidas flustered state was replaced by something else entirely. His determination and arousal were clear as day when you heard him say,

"Let me take care of you baby".

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[1999hiru]

relating to your recent posts, you should do jock!abby…… whos maybe a little bit of a perv 👀

- 🍒 anon

wow ... you get me so bad cherry anon . genuinely drooling at the thought of this … thank u so much for this prompt and i hope you guys enjoy !!!!!!!!! (ღˇ◡ˇ*)♡ jock! abby can ruin my life <3

also omg ... you guys really came through with the requests and i will get through them all i promise !!! i am so thankful thank u thank u thank u , i am having so much fun ♡♡♡

cw. perv! abby, thoughts of sex mentioned, oral sex

⋆˙⟡ jock! abby who can’t stop thinking about you

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jock! abby who devotes a little too much time to weightlifting instead of prioritizing her piles of lectures to catch up on, packing her bottle of protein shake and her gym bag. she's doing her usual routine when you walk by, a sweet smelling perfume accompanied by the cutest outfit she's ever seen. your hair is pinned up and there's a small towel slung over your shoulder, abby's eyes following your figure as you approach the treadmill.

jock! abby who spends the rest of her time watching you work out. while she should have been doing the rest of her scheduled lifting, she spent it pretending to be busy — observing the way your body moved as you stretched and bent over. she particularly focuses on the plumpness of your ass, staring intently. she thinks about coming up behind you and pressing her crotch against it, grinding and humping like a starved animal, her much larger hand around your throat.

jock! abby who finds herself sweating and incredibly flushed. not because of the physical activity she's doing, but because seeing you is making her unbelievably horny. she wonders how you'd look with your face covered in her spit, or your pretty legs bruised and covered in bite marks. she leaves the gym before she does something stupid, trying to move on with her day.

jock! abby who lies to her friends, saying she prepared well for their upcoming game. she boasts about how she's reached a new benching press achievement of 300, her friends in awe of her progression. they had no idea she spent the weekend rubbing herself until she was sore, thinking about the nicely dressed girl she saw at her local gym. she thought about how good you'd take her strap, her fingers.

jock! abby who wins her game against a nearby university, the entire school cheering her on from the stands as she walks through the field with a smug smile on her lips. she pulls up her jersey to wipe the sweat off her forehead before seeing you, dressed in her school's cheerleader uniform and dancing with the other girls lined up beside you. she stops in her tracks when she realizes. you're the girl. the girl she's been fucking herself non-stop to.

jock! abby who finds you in the girl's change room after the event is over. you're pulling up your jean skirt and brushing your hair when you see her leaning against one of the lockers, a little confused at first, but you figure she's waiting for someone else. why would abby anderson be there for you?

jock! abby who clears up your confusion immediately. "hey, you doin' anything later? i think we should celebrate my game." you stare at her until it clicks. she's asking you out. you give her a sugary smile, grabbing your bag and leaving with her. the walk to her car is quiet, but abby's head is anything but. she thinks about forcing you into the backseat and pulling off your clothes, running her tongue over your nipples while she's three fingers deep into your cunt.

jock! abby who brings you to a drive-in theater. she parks right at the back, inconspicuous, hidden. she listens to you talk about your cheerleading team and when you first started, how you got into it, what you're studying. your voice is as sweet as honey, and abby imagines how much sweeter it'd be if you were moaning it into her neck as she fucked you, pulling orgasm after orgasm out of your body.

jock! abby who is obviously... very bothered. she's staring at you like you'll disappear if she blinks, and her cheeks are red. you can see freckles sprinkled from one side of her face to the other. she's gripping the cup of soda she had bought, knuckles turning white. "abby, are you okay? you look a little sick. can i get you something?" you frown. she shakes her head, placing the soda into one of her cup holders. "i'm okay sweetheart, but there is something you can give me."

jock! abby who sees your confused face, and suddenly your mouth is spilling a stream of moans and whimpers. you're biting your bottom lip trying to be quiet, your hands buried in abby's hair. your seat is pushed all the way back, abby squishing herself in between your legs and her mouth attached to your swollen clit. she's licking and biting gently, moaning around your cunt when you tug at her hair. she has two fingers thrusting into your tight wet heat, looking up at you to watch you fall apart. "abby, ah, please... fuck, it's too.." your stomach pools with anxiety, someone could hear you, but abby didn't care. not when she finally had a taste of you. she spits on your cunt before moving to your inner thigh, biting the flesh and licking at it like a dog. she pulls away and presses a wet kiss to your clit, "we're not done yet, baby, so be quiet for me. please?"

[reidology13]

Hi i love ur writing , ur a really a good author!! If ur taking requests, and u feel inspired, would u mind writing more aaron x babysitter? I just read the two u wrote and they got me in a chokehold.

Maybe more pre-relationship shenanigans? I was eating up the lack of boundaries they had for people who are not dating. Maybe more of that? I'm trying to think of a prompt im sorry if this is too vague.

Maybe he starts calling her pet names (i would explode if aaron called me pet names ) or she calls to check on him at work or something that r clearly coupley things?

If not, that's fine. Love ur work!!

'til there was you

cw: age gap, hotch calls reader 'sweetheart', insecurities, pining? lots and lots of fluff wc: 1.6k a/n: tysm anon you're so kind, knowing that you enjoy my writing made my week <3 I kinda mixed your two prompts together, except hotch calls from work instead of reader so I hope it's still what you wanted!

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The sound of the phone ringing on the bench echoed throughout the kitchen, and you finished plating Jack’s dinner in record speed before you picked it up, squeezing it between your ear and shoulder. You couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face at the sound of Aaron’s voice greeting you on the other end of the line.

“Hey, Aaron.” You did your best to keep your tone in check, trying to keep the very visible smile from showing audibly, not wanting him to profile your voice.

“How are you doing?” His voice was low, and you could just make out the chatter in the background that you’d learnt to associate with police stations over the past three years. You noticed the rough sound of exhaustion in his cadence, and damn if it wasn’t attractive, even if it made you worry an unfair amount about his well being.

“Good, Jack’s good, we went out today and he ran himself ragged, so I’m making him an early dinner. He’ll be out the moment his head hits the pillow, trust me.” You glanced over at the boy, sitting at the coffee table with a small puzzle that he’d been working on for a half hour, you’d let him finish it after dinner.

“You know I always trust you. I just called to tell you I’ll be home early tonight, I should get there in an hour or two.” That got your attention, he almost never left work before the sun set below the DC skyline, or, well, you weren’t sure what the horizon looked like in Quantico.

“Oh, okay, I’ll see you then?” You carried the plates over to the dining table, pausing the conversation for a moment to tell Jack to wash his hands, then to undo that hygienic work by handing him the phone. He spoke to Aaron for a minute or two, his four-year-old attention span incapable of paying attention to a faceless conversation when there were chicken nuggets on the plate in front of him. You took the phone back, finishing the extended conversation with a few short words.

“See you soon, Sweetheart.” The sound of the call ending reverberated through your ears, a feedback loop of high-pitched ringing combined with the faint sound of his voice, and you couldn’t help but be glad he wasn’t there to witness how easily you fell apart from one simple word. Throughout dinner Jack managed to pull you out of your thoughts, mostly due to pure persistence on his part, asking question after question until you had no choice but to engage to his satisfaction. It worked, that is until you had helped him through his night time routine and put him safely to bed. He went to sleep just as easily as you had expected, and you’d checked your watch to discover it was almost seven, and Aaron would be arriving at any moment, if he had been right about when he would be there.

Sweetheart.

He’d said it so casually, like it was how he referred to you on a regular basis, like it wasn’t the first time you had ever heard that name from his lips. It made it far worse, in a way, knowing that in your presence he had never used it for someone else. Of course, he probably had, but to your ears that name was reserved specifically for you. That was the kind of thing he did, small, meaningless gestures that made you wonder, question, two things you absolutely should not have risked doing.

So you were lost in thought, again, Jack’s momentary distraction rendered useless in the face of a silent house, waiting for Aaron to arrive, too preoccupied to consider distracting yourself with menial chores. Luckily, or unluckily, he arrived shortly after you’d put Jack to bed, you’d likely had less than an hour before he walked through the door. He called out your name quietly, careful not to wake Jack, and seemed in a fairly good mood for after a case.

“Hi.” You mumbled, dodging his gaze as he sat down beside you on the couch, and you swore you could feel the exact moment his gaze sharpened, undoubtedly noticing your avoidant behaviour.

“What’s wrong?” He brushed his hand against your shoulder, silently asking for your attention, as if he didn’t have all of it before he even walked through the front door. You looked up, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eye, just knowing that he could see your face was nerve-wracking enough. The profiler in him was undoubtedly reading every one of your expressions, and he likely knew your emotions before you did.

“Nothing, I promise.” He scoffed at your words, and you felt your cheeks heat in embarrassment at your words, naive enough to convince yourself he wouldn’t know the moment the lie left your lips.

“You can’t lie to me, tell me what it is.” When denial failed, diversion was probably right below as the backup in whatever profiler’s dictionary the must have helped write, although that did nothing to stop you from jumping right to it.

“You never get home this early.” He tensed, and his hand stilled against your shoulder—-where, you realised, he had been casually rubbing your skin through your shirt for the past few moments—before relaxing back into his usual demeanour, raising a judging eyebrow, as if to tell you he knew exactly what you were trying.

“We wrapped it up, I didn’t need to stay in the office.” He almost never needed to, but he always did, and he hadn’t run to Jack when he came through the door, instead he seemed to be latching to you, “Now tell me what’s bothering you, Sweetheart.”

Oh, so he really wanted you dead, there was no other explanation for his behaviour, he must have known how you felt, and he was using it to kill you. It was unfair, what you said next was basically against your will, he had forced it out of you with his gentle touches and cruel words.

“You’ve never called me ‘Sweetheart,’ before.” Possibly the worst thing you had ever said to him, which was certainly saying something, since you always managed to lose half of your brain cells simply by breathing the same air as him.

“And that has you all worried because…” The amused lilt in his tone made your stomach curl in on itself, a mix of embarrassment and something you didn’t want to name settling heavily within you. That knowing spark in his eye that never failed to make you squirm, although you could never be entirely sure why.

In some unbidden stroke of genius, you managed to find a reasonable excuse that didn’t sound like the most carefully bullshitted sentence in history, “People say things like that when they’re about to let someone down. I was worried I was fired or something.”

His eyes softened, and you almost felt bad for bringing about the guilt in his eyes, although remembering that your lie was single-handedly carrying your dignity helped with the shame a fair bit. He ran his hand over yours where it rested on your thigh, while the other continued rubbing gently over the clothed skin of your shoulder. You assumed this was his attempt at soothing you, unfortunately all he was succeeding at was increasing your heart rate and making it hard to breathe.

“Oh, Sweetheart, of course not. You’re part of the family, I could never let you go.” He smiled at you, and despite the fact that you were seated, you swore you went weak at the knees, your breath hitching at how close he was, how easy it would be to lean forward.

“Then why?” Your voice was slightly too breathless, and the way he didn’t even seem to notice made it all just that much harder to hold yourself back. But at the same time it acted as a reminder of exactly why you couldn’t ever have him. He had no idea, and no matter how alluring that obliviousness was, if he ever did find out you would, in fact, lose the job he was promising you would have for as long as you wanted. You knew that realistically he wouldn’t be able to continue hiring you once Jack was fourteen or fifteen, and decidedly too old to have a babysitter. You also knew that once you had finished your education, you would find a job that would help you pay for an actual apartment, and maybe, one day, a house and family. But it was the thought that counted, and if you told him how you felt, you would lose it—lose him—forever.

“I don’t know. You’re one of the few people I’m close to, I want to separate you from everyone else.” There he was, making you wonder, once again, always switching up and finding ways to surprise you, just when you thought you’d figured him out.

You weren’t sure you had the words to respond to him, or if your voice would even comply if you tried to speak, so you simply nodded and turned away from him, just so that you were no longer looking in his eyes. What you didn’t do, however, was move away from his warm hands, so nice on your skin, even through the fabric of your shirt.

When it came to Aaron, you couldn’t seem to help but question, his hands so rough, with a soft touch that contrasted so beautifully. A name just for you, that told you he saw you as someone separate, different from everyone else, filling your heart with what could only be false hope. 

But if false hope was all you would get, you would take it every time, especially if it came with the added bonus of ‘Sweetheart,’ murmured so gently, the way you suspected it always would.

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tysm for reading!!

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[rueclfer]

shut up, my moms calling // touya todoroki pt two

a/n: req from one of yall who sent in multiple prompts a lil bit ago!!! hi anon i hope u see this <3 also not to be lazy but i'm gonna piggyback this req off of this touya fic of mine as a pt 2 to save myself the contextualizing.. so read that one too lmao.

also i def got ambitious and FAR from the req but i still hope you enjoyed heh..

"Scoot over, Touya, you're taking up the entire bed." You huff, actively elbowing him in the chest.

"You mean my bed?" He whines. "This is why I never want to share the bed with you. You're a blanket AND pillow hog, and I always get shoved all the way to the edge.

"Get your ass on the floor then." You shove him harder, in which he retaliates by grabbing your wrists.

"I always sleep on the fucking floor. Either you deal with sharing a bed, or you take the floor this time."

"So annoying." You mutter under your breath, wriggling out of his grasp and accepting your defeat.

It was nearly 2am and you two had not seen each other all day, which resulted in him being clingier than usual, of course. Touya would never admit it, but you had him all figured out. Quality time may be his top love language, but when that love-tank is low, he immediately defaults to physical touch, making it nearly impossible for you to get away from him if you really wanted to,

After much adjustments, you two silently settled on a position where your face was pressed against his chest, facing each other with your arms wrapped around one another and legs intertwined.

"Can you breathe?" He mutters against your forehead.

"Mmhm." You sigh against his chest in content. "You're so warm and you don't smell like shit for once."

"Stop talking." He hums, letting himself run his hand through your hair, lightly massaging your scalp.

You could melt at this moment. With your fingers drawing circles on his back paired with his own in your hair, you could feel yourself savoring this moment forever, locking it in your memories.

It had been a couple of weeks since you two exchanged your first kisses at the river, and not a single word about it had been uttered about it since. There was no way to bring it up to him again without feeling awkward, but it had plagued your mind everyday- multiple times a day. If you could slap yourself across the face every time you let the memory fluster you, you would. After all, your friendship continued as if nothing happened.

"Did Fuyumi tell you?" You whisper, looking up to meet his eyes.

"Tell me what?" His eyes remain closed.

"That Keigo kid asked me out the other day."

His eyes pop open and meet yours. All motion stops. He snakes his hand from your scalp to grab your shoulder and leans back to get a better view of your face.

"The fuck? Keigo? The other day?"

You nod your head in response.

"Why the hell did you tell Fuyumi before me?" His eyebrows furrow.

"I don't know! Keep your voice down." You hush. "It was a girl thing." You shrug.

"A girl thing..." He rolls his eyes. "And what did you tell him?"

You nervously fiddle with the back of his shirt, piling it in fistfuls.

"I said I would get back to him about it." You nervously chuckle. "Is that bad? It caught me off guard so I didn't know what to say."

He huffs out a chuckle before closing the space between you two again, moving his hand to your lower back and tracing a finger against the skin exposed by your shirt lifting

"Good. Tell him it's a no next time you see him."

"What? But what if it's a yes?"

"It's not. He's an asshole and an idiot." He yawns into your hairline, and rubs his cheek against your forehead.

You pinch the skin on his waist, bringing his attention back to you. "You don't get to decide that for me, dipshit."

"Never in a million years will he fucking deserve you, Y/N. Fuyumi probably told you the same thing." He returns the pinch, pulling back once again.

He was right. She did in fact tell you the same exact thing.

"Sounds like you're just jealous. What, one kiss and all of the sudden you're in love with me?" You tease. "Can't handle seeing me with another guy?"

You didn't know what you were doing, or how those words slipped off your tongue. You bit your cheeks in regret the moment you felt his body stiffen against yours.

"Jealous? As fucking if. I'm just being a good best friend. Do what you want, but if he breaks your heart then don't come back crying to me."

Just like that, he easily averted the mention of your kiss- which of course annoyed you.

"Fine. Let me actually text him right now. Maybe as my bestest friend ever, you can help me draft it." You feel around under your pillow for your phone.

You open your text chain with Keigo, hovering your thumbs over the keyboard. "Alright let's see." You began reading out loud as you type. "Hey Keigo, thought about it, and I think you're really sweet and so sexy and would love to-"

Before you could continue, Touya slaps the phone out of your hand, letting it hit the ground behind him with a harsh thud.

"Touya!" You scold after a loud gasp of shock.

You shove him hard onto his back, swinging a leg over him in order to reach down and attempt to retrieve your phone from the other side of the bed. You couldn't help but feel a bit of satisfaction from this obvious outburst of jealousy. Maybe in some sense, it validated the thread of tension hanging between you two that he had seemingly been ignoring.

"I knew it, you jealous fuckin-" You start before the bedroom door swings open, causing you to duct down under the covers.

"Touya? Y/N? Are you guys okay in there? I heard someth-" Rei begins, stopping the moment she sees the abandoned floor mattress next to the bed and your silhouette straddling Touya.

"Mom!" Touya whines, nearly shoving you off of him to jump out of bed. "Knock next time, please." He huffs as he bends down to pick up your phone, tossing it on the bed next to you.

"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry guys." She covers her mouth in shock.

Rei flips on the light switch and audibly releases a sigh of relief to confirm that you two were indeed still fully clothed.

"Do you guys....have... you know." She begins, stammering over her words. "Are you guys being safe? You know, I don't care what you do as long as you're both safe, okay? Also, please be a little quieter. I know it's a weekend, but everyone is sleeping."

Your eyes widen in horror after grasping onto what she was insinuating. You smash your face into the comforter in embarrassment.

"Rei, I promise you we weren't..." You pop your head up and wave your hands out in denial. "We were just talking and Touya just.." You motion to him. "Tell her, dumbass!" You throw a pillow at him.

"We are not having sex, mom. Y/N's just being stupid." He presses his lips together in a tight line. "But we will use protection if we do. Thanks."

"Oh my god, but we're not going to." You quickly quip in. "I promise we'll keep it down. So sorry for waking you."

You wanted to melt into the floor and disintegrate all together. You shove your face in your hands to hide your humiliation. Your body was hot all over and were suddenly sweating through your pajama shirt.

"Great! Alright then. We'll talk more in the morning." She nervously chuckles. "Goodnight guys, and please keep it down."

The moment the door clicks shut, you turn and slap his shoulder.

"What the fuck?!" You whisper-yell. "But we will use protection if we do? Are you insane? I can never sleep over again, that was so embarrassing." You cry.

"Chill out, it's fine." He laughs, picking up the thrown pillows off of the floor. "Embarrassing yeah, but would you be surprised if I told you that wasn't the first time she tried giving me the talk? About you specifically? At least you don't have to hear that shit."

"About me?!" You exclaim. "Shut the fuck up, no way?"

Touya settles back into bed on his back with his hands behind his head while you sit criss-crossed right next to him, cooling down from the embarrassment.

"Mmhm. Like twice already." He nods his head.

"Does she know that we're not dating or anything?" You cock an eyebrow. "She definitely knows that, right?"

"Well yeah, no shit." He shoots you a sideways glance. "But you don't have to be dating to...do all that."

"What does she say about me?"

"I don't know, of a whole bunch of bullshit I already know?" He begins tapping his fingers on your knee. "Like 'oh, Touya, Y/N's really sweet and we love them, but you have to treat them nice and I know teenage feelings are complicated, but if you really like them and want to ever do anything more, just have really good communication and practice safe sex. Always!"

"Rei has such a way with words." You say through gritted teeth, finally laying down besides him, both now looking up at the glow in the dark stars plastered on the ceiling.

"Yeah, so if you ever wanted to do another 'science experiment,' she got us condoms. It's in the first drawer on the nightstand next to you."

Your jaw drops and you slap a hand over to cover your gaping mouth. The heat returns to your face.

"She did not." You choke out, snapping your head towards him.

"She did." He chuckles. "I told her you literally just got your first kiss and didn't think you would need them anytime soon, but ya know she likes to be careful I guess."

"Wait, you told her we kissed?"

You scooted closer to Touya, now looking at him on your side while he remained on his back looking upwards.

"Mom-senses are kinda scary. When you left the next day, she said we were acting weird and grilled it outta me." He shrugs. "I was honest. Guess that's what triggered this safe sex bullshit."

"God dammit, Touya. So she 100% thinks we're together." You press your lips together.

"You act like that's the worst thing in the world." He shoots you a side glance. You said nothing.

Since that night, you often thought about the possibility of being "more than friends" with Touya, but you couldn't help but shake off the lingering thought that maybe the "science experiment" of a kiss was all that it was for him- nothing but an experiment. You weren't too sure what to do with the possibility that it was something more meaningful for you in that case.

"Anyways, she probably has her own thoughts and opinions, but I told her we're not."

"I see." You mutter. "What are your thoughts and opinions?"

"About... being together? Like that?" He glances over to you.

"Keigo asking me out, the kiss, and your mom thinking we're together and stuff, everything in between."

You watch his face carefully as he takes a second to think about his answers. You see the gears turning in his head, but not quite sure what would come out of his mouth.

"You first." He quickly spits out.

You deadpan. "You know what? Nevermind. Goodnight, dipshit." You turn around, facing away from him and pull the covers up to your chin.

"Okay okay okay, come back. I'll spill my heart out for you if that's what you really wanna hear at 2am right now." You could hear the annoyance in his voice, bringing a smile back to your face.

You cheerily turn back around to see him back on his side, facing you now.

"Perfect. Go on." You say, shoving your leg in between his own.

"So Keigo." He starts.

"Mmhm."

"Annoys the living shit out of me. Genuinely. And I'd hate to see you waste your time on that sorry motherfucker, but if you actually do like him, which I don't see how, do what you want. I come first though, don't forget it. Best friend priorities."

"See, I knew you were jealous." You smile. "I don't think I was considering it anyways, but nice to hear your big boy thoughts about it, you cutiepie."

"That's what I thought. Why the fuck would you need him when you have me?" He smirks.

You roll your eyes. "Okay, now tell me how you feel about your mom thinking we're bonking."

"Idiot." He chuckles. "I don't really give a fuck about what she thinks? We got free condoms- use them, don't use them, take some for Keigo if you ever wanted to do some charity work, I don't care, but she can think what she wants to think."

"What about your thoughts on us being together?" You mutter. "Like hypothetically just to humor her suspicions."

He stops and stares at you for a second, biting his bottom lip as he thinks.

"Uh. Let me get back to you about that one."

You wave it off. "Okay fine, so then the kiss."

"I want you to go first for that, and you can't get mad at me because the kiss was for you... mostly."

You hesitated for a moment, sighing in place of an answer. You weren't quite sure how much, if any, information to reveal about your true feelings about it all. "The kiss... was... definitely a kiss?" You breathe out awkwardly "It was nice. Really nice. And I enjoyed it."

"Okay. Ditto and ditto." He nods, motioning for you to continue.

"And I don't necessarily know what this means, but I think about it a lot. Like. A lot." You emphasize. "I don't know, maybe it means nothing."

"Okay...so you wanna do it again?"

It seemed like your brain short circuited for a moment.

"Hah?" You blink.

"Well, I think about it a lot too. And I also don't really know what that means or how to feel about it, so maybe... we can do it for science again...a 2.0?" You hear the hesitation in his voice.

"Like do it again to confirm our final thoughts?" You furrow your eyebrows.

"Yup."

"I see."

"Only if you want. I don't really care either way. Up to you." He quips. "I just.. am confused."

You roll your eyes. "Don't even try to act so nonchalant when you're the one asking for me to kiss your stupid ass again. You want me so bad." You joke to alleviate the thick fog of tension filling the room.

"Yeah, want you to shut the fuck up." He mutters in an annoyed tone. "Yes or no."

"Yes, fine." You squeak out, tensing when his hand meets your cheek. "I guess it would be good.. for science."

"Okay cool." He huffs. "Relax." He says under his breath, pulling you in closer to him. "We know what we're doing now, don't we?"

You reciprocate his movements, letting your hand rest against the side of his face, swiping your thumb back and forth on the skin under his eye.

"I'm nervous." You whisper, glancing back and forth between his lips and eyes.

The tip of your noses were grazing each other's, and lips just mere inches from meeting.

"Still? Well don't be. It's just me." He lightly rubs his nose against your own, eyes glued on your lips, and occasionally glances back up to meet your eyes. "And we've done this before, remember?"

He stares at you through a beat of silence and drags a thumb across your bottom lip. "Don't freak out."

He closes the gap between you two before you could respond, instantly melting under his touch.

Compared to your first kiss together, this one felt hotter, needier, and more desperate from the way he pulled you even closer to his body by the waist and locked your legs in between his own, as if you were in for the devouring.

You were tense, but feeling his hand tenderly cup your cheek made you feel a bit more secure, letting yourself lean deeper into the kiss.

Chills ran up your spine the moment his other hand met the exposed skin lower back, playing with the hem of your tee shirt.

"Is that okay?" He asks against your lips, letting his fingers start to crawl up under the fabric.

You nod your head in silence as your stomach erupts in flutters and flames, heightening every sensation of him exploring your bare skin.

"This is where you're the most ticklish." He smiles against your lips, moving his hand up the curve of your waist.

"This is where I kicked you on the swing set when we were 13." Rubbing the soft space between your shoulder blades, pecking your lips in between words. "Sorry, by the way."

"I forgive you." Your breath out a laugh before pressing your lips back to his.

"And you have a freckle right here." He grips the space where your spine meets your neck.

"How do you know that?"

"I'm observant."

Your own hand makes its way to the back of his head from his cheek. Your fingers become entangled with the hair on the nape of his neck, lightly twirling a lock between your pointer and thumb. You tug on the silvery locks, gifting you a throaty, hungry groan from him.

You snap back in shock, meeting his own set of wide eyes.

"Okay let's stop there." He coughs, snaking his arm back from under your shirt and turning on his back to dart his eyes away from your own.

You slap a hand over your mouth to muffle your nervous laughter after you ground yourself back to reality.

"Shut up." He sheepishly rubs the back of his neck.

"Sorry. That good, huh?"

"No shit." He huffs, a hint of a smile on his lips. "Anyways, back to the point, horn-dog." He faces you.

You were lucky the only source of light was the haze of moonlight shining through the window on the other side of the room. If there was any more light, you were sure he would be able to see your embarrassingly flushed face.

"Right, the point." You cough. "So... thoughts?"

"You want me to be real with you?"

"Duh."

"I don't know who you've been practicing on for these past couple of weeks, but that was good. So much better than the first time- not saying you did a shit job, but yeah a lot better."

You blush at the half-assed compliment and bring your hand up to his forehead to flick him right between the eyes. "The other thoughts, dumbass. How do you feel?"

"I'm not sure if I want to say...yet." He continues, gauging your reaction.

"What?" You groan. "You said you'd be real with me."

"Well, what do you think I'll say? Or hoping?" He cocks an eyebrow.

That it feels real. That you want me as much as I want you. That this won't change anything between us. That this isn't a science experiment. That you're in love with me.

"I don't know." You shrug. "I guess I just want to know if I could ever be relationship material? Like after the kiss and knowing me, am I hopeless or what?"

"That's why you asked about us hypothetically being together?"

"Uh, yes?" You bit down on your bottom lip.

"Oh." He mumbled, shifting awkwardly.

A beat of silence passes while he thinks for a moment.

"I think that Keigo might be the smartest fucker out there right now. It pains me to see you act like a lovesick puppy for people who don't see how cool and great and how much of a catch you are and I'm sorry that Keigo just so happens to be someone that does." He sighs.

"Actually, scratch that." He continues. "I'm the smartest fucker out there. I've been known how fucking great you are." He laughs. "Yeah fuck Keigo. He's has good taste, but fuck him because I've been doing it first."

You chuckle a bit, your heart swelling at the turn-around of a compliment. "Yeah, but at least he likes me-like me. Enough to ask me out."

Touya goes quiet, lips pressed together in a tight line.

"Well to answer your question fully, I think my mom is onto something."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Like if I could've been better at communication, then we would've been together a long time ago."

"As in..." You start, waiting for him to continue as the air is sucked out of your lungs.

"As in, I like you-like you."

"You like me-like me... as in have feelings for me?" You draw out, staring at him in shock.

He nods in response.

"Since the first time we kissed?"

"Since the first time we met, actually."

Your mouth gapes open with no words coming out, digesting this sudden confession.

"You're fucking with me right now?" You whisper, clutching onto fistfuls of the comforter.

"I wish, but I'm not." He sighs, reaching a finger up to push a stray hair behind your ear. "I wasn't going to say anything, but you're such a dumbass who always talks down on yourself and it makes me sick. You have to know that there is at least one person in this world who would burn everything else down if it was your happiness on the line. I really fucking like you and I'd rather die than let that ruin our friendship, okay?"

In this moment, both of you were holding your own breaths, not quite sure if any sudden movement might burst this moment between you. Touya inherently knew it was time to tell you how he felt and that he couldn't go the rest of his life scaring away potential lovers while being terrified to claim the position himself. You, on the other hand, agreed that if anything did jeopardize your relationship with him, you wouldn't forgive yourself.

"I'm scared. I don't want to ruin our friendship either." You choke out with tears beginning to flood your eyes, causing his own to widen in panic.

"Hey whoa, what are you crying for?" He scoots in closer to you, holding you against his chest. "Seriously Y/N, I tell you I like you, and you start crying? God, just call me a piece of shit already." He chuckles, wrapping his arm around you.

"It's not that." You muffled into his now tear stained shirt. "It's that I like you too and I don't know what to do about it, but I don't want to ruin us or risk anything that will."

He takes a sharp intake of air, and continues to rub circles against your back.

"Well, I'll have you as much as you'll give me. Don't worry about it, okay? I love you- as my closest friend, favorite human being, my other half. All of it."

"What do we do?" You whisper, looking up at him.

"Uhh...sleep and talk about it tomorrow? Sit on it?"

"You think I can fucking sleep now?" You whine. "What's wrong with you?"

"You're cute." He smiles, moving his hand from your back to your cheek, rubbing away the dampness of the tears. "Alright then you tell me, what do we do? The ball is in your court."

"What would it look like if we started dating?" You asked.

"Exactly this? More kissing? Putting those condoms to use?"

You slap his shoulder. "Fucking idiot."

"Okay. Then, what if we don't start dating?" You huff, your face burning now.

"Same thing maybe? Less kissing? Condoms collecting dust?" He shrugs. "I guess I'll keep taking the floor for sleepovers?"

"You're not going to try to go out with anyone else?"

"I'll just wait for you."

You pout at the simple tenderness of his answer. You wanted to stay like this forever- close to him, the warmth of his body radiating into your own, your hands all over each other. You knew that it was possible too. To stay here.

"I think, maybe we can do it." You finalize. "Or try to, at least."

"Really?" He tips your chin upwards to meet his surprised eyes. "You really want to try?"

"I do. I'm scared, and I think you are too so if we put our fears together, we can't fuck this up, right?" You nervously joke. "For the sake of Rei too. Let's prove her right."

He leans down and presses a kiss on your forehead, simultaneously reaching over to your hand and locking his pinky in with yours, solidifying an unspoken promise to one another.

I love you. You're my best friend. You're my other half. We'll always try.

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being on the Team and dating Wally

Wally West x reader

warnings:

a/n: this reminded me of the fic of wally dating a civilian and i totally forgot to follow up on that!! since it was just one scenario i thought i'd add it to the whole hc set!! and im so good fox i hope u are too!!! (i miss yj) also i assigned reader a random JL mentor whoop whoop (tried to incorporate training into this as best as i could but if you want more the training scenario would be great for a gif imagine!!)

prompt: anonymous: "Hiii dear! How are you? I saw your requests are open so I'd like to ask about Wally West x gn!reader training together headcanons (they are both in the team). Take care and thank you! - 🦊 anon"

wally and you had been familiar with each ofther for a good couple of years, but most interactions had been very formal before “the day”

you were black canary’s protege, partner, whatever you’d call it—just not sidekick

dinah and you carried yourselves with a lot of care to balance out ollie and roy’s more uh…chaotic sides, but you were still fun when you wanted to be

and that pressure really released when you joined the team

“you seem…happier. like this is what you’d been needing all along” -dinah

“i am! i think that being around people my age who are like me is what’s been missing” -you

“people like…wally?” -dinah, immediately clocking your feelings

“ugh! why do you have to be so good at that?” -you

“im a licensed therapist, it’s just apart of the job. don’t worry, it stays between us” -dinah

“when did this become a therapy session?” -you

“impromptu. just wanted to check in” -dinah

“…i appreciate it” -you

you and wally were getting on great, actually

despite his ill manners and his tendency to run circles around you without realizing it, you’d found him quite intriguing

and in training, you wiped the floor with him

“no fair! your mentor is our trainer!” -wally “she probably showed you a bunch of secret moves to take us all down”

“oh, please. you were just distracted…i think it's time to go again” -you, winking

wally scrambled to his feet to spar once more

“this is pathetic, wally’s gonna wear himself out if he doesn’t just ask y/n out soon” -dick

“i don’t know, he seems…up to it?” -conner

“i think he just likes getting pushed around” -dick

“oh, that’s not—nevermind” -artemis

missions were a different story. i mean, at first you were all business, but kaldur, dick, wally, m’gann, artemis, and conner (yes the whole darn crew) just brought something out in you

your powers were seismic, they paired well with dinah and her sonic screams—but a new team meant a delicate hand

like, the first time you caused a small seismic event you knocked wally straight down on his face

“do i still look handsome?” -wally, with grass on his teeth

“i am soooo sorry” -you

“it’s okay. you still look showstopping even when i have dirt in my eyes” -wally

“i can’t bear to watch this anymore” -artemis

“well if you talk to y/n, i’ll talk to wally” -dick

“deal” -artemis

don’t get me wrong, dinah was grilling you about not doing anything concrete about wally, but being a kid hero was very complicated

“it’s just been busy, you know? i’ve been finding my footing here and focusing on the work rather than…” -you

“rather than your personal life? y/n, i know just as well how much this job takes and the balance it requires, but you’re allowed to have a personal life. and you’re still a kid, it’s important that you can still act like it. when i met ollie, it wasn’t exactly a walk in the park—we worried about each other and we got busy but we made it work. you can, too” -dinah

“i know. i know. i’m just handling the fallout with roy now, too. i’ve gotten ahold of him a few times and he’s just so stubborn. the team even found him and tried to get him on board but he’s not budging” -you

“roy isn’t your responsibility, y/n. if he comes around, great. if he doesn’t, you tried. right now i need you to focus on what’s best for you” -dinah

and she was right

and after another training day, she paired you and wally up again

maybe dinah was a sucker for good love stories who knows

but what better way to flirt with the guy you like than to knock him on his back over and over

“have you talked to y/n yet?” -dick

“sort of, but apparently dinah got to them first” -artemis, chuckling as wally got knocked down yet again

“what are they trying to do, beat him into submission?” -robin, cackling

“that’s…one way to get a guy?” -m’gann

once the sparring session was over, wally was quick to run after you to praise your moves

“babe, i don’t think these bruises are ever gonna go away” -wally “something to remember you by, of course”

“i do my best” -you

“if we were allowed to use our powers in training maybe i’d stand a chance” -wally

“against earthquakes? i don’t think so!” -you, shoving him playfully

“hey hey! training’s over, no more hitting me!” -wally

next time you tried to make contact he sped around you and dipped you so low you thought your head was about to touch the floor (it wasn’t you just felt like you could float awayyy)

your fingers were entwined with his and his arm supported your back as you leaned back, you looked up at his green eyes and let out a small breath

“gotcha” -wally

“and now what?” -you

“well, i was thinking about kissing you, but i feel like a date would be the better first move” -wally

and he delivered on that (finally), barry gave him some tips on how to be a nice date

and so did iris

which ended in some side eyes since they didn’t agree on everything said

“i think im gonna stick with iris on this one. us speedsters dont always have the best judgment” -wally “plus, she’s a west—and west is the best”

*eye rolls*

you and wally’s date went as well as a date with two metahumans could go

slippage of powers (wally bouncing his leg at record speed, you accidentally causing a low seismic event, him eating too fast, the whole table shaking until your water spilled)

you wondered if anything similar ever happened to dinah or barry

but by the end of the night you’d both cooled off a bit and as wally took you home (carried you at super speed) you managed to share a very quick and awkward first kiss

his cheeks were VERY red. a few shade off from his hair

“am i vibrating or are you?” -wally, realizing your powers were just a tad similar

“i have no idea. both?” -you

“makes sense” -wally

after that date you guys pretty much agreed you were dating

and your mentors were sooo ecstatic

dinah because she wanted you to at least try to be normal, barry because wally was being really obnoxious and he thought you’d straighten him out

little did barry know you liked wally for how obnoxious he was

missions became far more bearable with him at your side

and maybe, definitely, kaldur had to keep wally on task when you were on missions but what can he say! you were his one and only <3

“i can’t believe it took him that long, he’s like, the most impatient guy on the planet” -artemis

“i think he just liked the rush” -you

“you gonna start taking it easy on him during training now?” -artemis

“absolutely not, gotta show him who’s in charge” -you

wally would pout if dinah paired you up with someone else during training

once she paired you with conner and wally had a whole fit about it and requested to fight conner next (he kept winking at you while he was sparring and kept ending up on the floor)

(you were a bit embarrassed)

dinah and you would go to coffee shops with ollie in tow to gossip about the flash family

and wally would get some good gossip about the arrow fam as well lol

when roy found out you and wally were dating he went big brother on you

“that kid is obnoxious and only after one thing. i don’t think he’s the right one for you. you should just end it now to spare any more pain or heartbreak” -roy

“at least wally’s only concern isn’t to join the justice league, roy. i’ve seen you like twice in the past six months, i don’t think you have much of a say in my love life right now” -you

“ugh! next time i see that kid, i’m shooting him” -roy

“what?! that’s like, really harsh, roy. can you tone it down to a stern talking to or something, jesus” -you

“…bust his kneecaps?” -roy

“can’t tell if that’s better or worse. actually, yeah i can. it’s worse. his whole hero career is running. what has gotten into you?” -you

wally was a little scared of roy after you told him all of this

he was actually very scared of roy after this he just pretended he wasn’t

“dude, he’s probably just joking. im fine, really! roy’s a friend, he’d never hurt me” -wally, sweating intensely

wally hid behind you next time he saw roy

wally and you spent a lot of hours trying to test combos with your powers combined

it tested your limits, helped you discover new things you could do with your powers

like blow up rocks from long distances

and shift the ground to give wally a better path upwards

he was sooo psyched and super proud of you

“babe, that was insane. what else can you do?” -wally

“didn’t even know i could do that” -you

your BIGGEST hype man right here he loveeeess seeing you kick ass

ESPECIALLY when its a big baddie

ollie funded your junior prom excursion

“you deserve the most perfect [suit/dress] you can find, you deserve a limo ride, you deserve the best flowers money can buy—” -ollie

“ollie, this is a prom at a public school. i think all of that’s gonna make me stand out” -you

“that’s the point!” -ollie

he wouldn’t budge

“roy’s not gonna be here, right?” -wally, pulling on his shirt collar

“let it go, wally” -you

wally and you honestly had a great night—he slowed down for once and you didn’t cause any terrestrial tremors

so perfect night!

you danced, you took awesome pictures, you couldn’t wait to brag to the team about your normal kid night

until you got called in for a mission

“wouldn’t be a date night without a supervillain killing the mood” -wally

“my mood’s not killed yet” -you, kissing wally on the cheek

wally was ready to fight in your honor (despite you also being there)

and youuuu were fuming

especially after having to control your powers all night, you were ready to let loose

you opened up a crater so big this guy couldn’t escape if you gave him a week’s headstart

“babe, you rock my world. get it?” -wally, going in for a kiss

you almost pushed him away the pun was so bad!!!

double dates with m’gann and conner could get interesting

“so is canary telling you everything i tell her in our sessions?” -conner

“conner, stop being so paranoid!” -m’gann

“nope! believe it or not, dinah’s actually a professional who doesn’t run to her protege to gossip about her clients. especially when that protege is friends with the client” -you

“heyyy, let’s all cool down here. we’re having a good time as friends, not talking about work right now” -wally, always good at de-escalating any situation you were involved in when it was starting to turn on the heat

you appreciated it as you could get a little ill tempered with all the pressure on you to perform satisfactory to canary and batman

you couldn’t tell who was harder to please in this situation, but it seemed like dinah was proud of you for reasons beside kicking ass on this not-so-covert team

“you guys aren’t blowing missions on purpose to try to gain screentime and force yourself out of the ‘covert’ rule, are you?” -dinah

“hate to break this to you dinah, but we are that bad at the quick and quiet route. someone always messes it up for everyone” -you

“you caused an earthquake in a small city far from any tectonic plates on your last mission” -dinah

“didn’t say i was perfect, did i?” -you

wally was never mad when you made the wrong move unless it puts you in immediate danger

like once you purposely split the ground in an attempt to flee a most likely fatal blow and he thought you would fall into like. lava or something he was freaking out

“wally i only dropped like twenty feet, im fine” -you

“twenty feet?! you could have broken a leg or something!!” -wally

“i don’t need you telling me the risks, i’ve been at this a lot longer than you!” -you

but you always made up

(wally couldn’t go more than 5 minutes being mad at you)

you were getting cheek kisses and apologies before you knew it

and honestly, you could get on him for dumb stuff about a million times more but you dont so he knows better

and through your teenage years you supported each other in every aspect—mask or no mask

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Love love LOVE your writing ❤️. Can I please place a "picky" order?

Profiteroles with Hard lemonade & Cider on the side with Max Verstappen?

(hold the bun in oven if it's not too much. pregnancy is my least favorite trope) 😅🙏🏻

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want to submit your own order? then check out the menu!! there are tons of items that are hopefully to your liking! as for this anon, thank you for the order! don't worry about being 'picky', i'd rather you like the fic than not, haha. but you did pick some nice prompts for your order! so enjoy!

profiteroles ("come away with me. for a week, together. anywhere you want, we'll go.") + hard lemonade (possessive behaviour) + cider (body worship) served by max verstappen (formula one)!!

cw: smut/pwp, needy!max, possessive behaviour, body worship, uni student!reader, doggy style, praise

you could've gone all summer break just sleeping. to be curled up next to your lover, max verstappen, and sleeping. occasionally getting up for food or a shower, but staying in the confines of the apartment he lived in.

currently you were living in england to finish your studies in university, which made it hard to see the world class formula one driver. even when he was in england for silverstone, it was hard to fit into one another's schedule.

so for months since the beginning of the season you two lived most of your relationship through discord. so away from school and away from racing, you wanted to just sleep in your lover's arms.

max had other plans.

you woke up to the feeling of max's lips on your skin, his hands on your soft thighs. you groaned and opened your eyes. you made a small noise when you felt his tight grip on you.

"max." you said softly, "can't wait for breakfast."

he kissed at your neck, "no, i can't. i need you." his hand slipped between your legs and rubbed against your pussy. you were both naked from the night before when max spent what felt like hours fingering you before he eventually slipped into you.

even now, he still couldn't get enough. he wanted you deeply, like a piece of lead in his chest. the months apart have made him a little possessive over you, jealous of the other students that you mingled with at your school.

he sighed, "i need you, really badly. i want myself all over you. inside and out." he had already kept that promise with the amount of hickies on your chest and the verstappen logo t-shirts in your suitcase.

he was acting as if your name wasn't on his wikipedia page and his photos weren't plastered all over your instagram. literally over dinner last night, you took photos together before he had you face down in his soft mattress.

you knew that your birth control was working over time this trip, for when max got too lost into the rhythm of his thrusts to pull out. he continued to rub against your slit and you moaned a little bit in response.

he chuckled and kissed at your neck with such love, he rubbed his cock up against your behind and buried his nose back into your neck. he started to really focus in on your clit as he made you squirm a little but against him.

"you feel so good." he said softly, "my pretty little treasure. do you know how much i love you. i thought about you every day on the track, can't you take a semester off and see me race every weekend."

you squirmed a little, feeling the heat bloom in your face, "max, fuck."

he rubbed up against your further, almost pushing you under his weight. his fingers grazed across his clit and you moaned a little louder into the covers.

you moaned, "please."

"i'm worried you forget all about me at university." he said, "all those men you could meet, makes me a little worried."

you swallowed, "i could never, max. shit. i love you too much." you squirmed a little harder but as he pressed more weight onto you, you could do little about it. you were stuck under him, and were moved around by his hands.

he got onto his knees behind you and pushed your further into the soft pillows. his cock twitched as he rubbed up against you. he loved the sight of you, the softness of your thighs, the curve of your back. the roundness of your ass and the sweetness of your cunt.

not to mention your beautiful eyes that draw him in, your lips that made him want to go in for hot kisses. you were a complete package.

"i love you." he said. he couldn't stand the idea of losing you. not that you were going anywhere fast, but sometimes the space between you two left anxiety clawing in his gut.

but, now, being so close to you. calmed the anxiety in his head as he pushed into you. feeling his cock slip into your sweet hole. he sighed through his tense jaw as he started to move against you.

you whimpered and clutched onto the covers. you arched your back and felt your heart race in your chest as you held onto tightly. to have your ass in the air and max's cock deep inside of your pussy.

"you feel amazing. i've thought about this cunt every fucking day we were apart." he groaned as he found a comfortable pace. he could feel the heat down his back as he moved against you.

"shit, max. i thought about you every day. it's hard to focus on classes when you're getting flirty texts from your boyfriend." you giggled a little before a moan left your lips.

he smiled a little bit, the thought that he was on your mind all the time. that he had nestled between those ears of yours while you two were so far apart. he hunched over you further, really working his cock inside of you.

you in turn sounded delightful under him, his perfect girl. his treasure. you panted, "yeah, everyone talks about their stupid boyfriends and all i can think about is you on the track, winning, for us." you moaned a little louder.

he groaned, he loved the sound of that. the sound of you, the love you carried for him. it was an intense feeling in his gut as he continued to push his cock into you. he heard you pant and whine as the sounds of sex filled the room. he could feel every noise in the pit of his stomach with each thrust.

"i love you. i need you." he panted as he moved against you, "always and forever. you're my angel, my treasure." he shuddered.

you panted heavily the more you two moved against one another. you gasped and moaned into the covers the more he rocked into you. his thrusts quickened and you felt hot all over.

"i love you." he said again

you whined, "i love you too, max. so fuckin' much." you arched your back a little further the more the pleasure went through your system.

"mine." he groaned.

you panted, "shit. max. god." you felt his cock in the deepest parts of you and it flooded your brain with want. you came around his cock quickly, your hips moved a little bit as you chased your orgasm. you wiped your face up against the covers, trying to get rid of the sweat on your brow.

he gave a few more heavy thrusts before he pulled out and finished all over your back. marking your soft skin. you whined and arched your back a little at the lingering pleasure. his pace staggered before it slowed to a stop. he shakily exhaled and dropped down beside you.

he pulled you into a tight grasp and laid down onto the bed. he panted heavily as he curled up around you. he said between heavy pants, "come away with me. for a week, together. anywhere you want, we'll go."

"anywhere?" you asked as you linked your fingers with his.

he nodded against your head and felt relaxed, "yes, anywhere. i just want to be with you. i missed you." he kissed at your face and held onto you. he adored you, he loved every inch of you.

you held onto his bicep and kissed him on the lips softly. you rubbed your thighs together. you smiled at him, "alright. you and me, anywhere. spend the rest of the break hidden away from everyone."

he nodded, "yeah, exactly." he smiled at you. he kissed you once more. the jealousy in his gut seemed to fade for now. he kept you nestled in his arms.

anywhere you'd go, he'd follow. his favourite person on the planet. <3

[prettyboykatsuki-moved]

fang i need 119 with yuuta so bad i think my world will collapse if i dont get it

✮  119 + yuuta okkotsu | “do you think of me when you touch yourself?”

✮ tags ; fem!reader (no gendered language. reader is wearing a skirt + blouse and has boobs), femdom, dirty talk, boss yuuta x subordinate reader, some alcohol, premature ejaculation yippeee.

✮ a/n ; don't even rmb what prompt list this is from but here. do not know if this is what u mean anon but this is what i got for u.

Yuuta is not very subtle when leers at you.

You try not to make him anymore self-conscious than need be. He's your superior for one, and for the most part - he's mature, empathetic, and calm. You're fond of him both in general but also as your boss and appeciate his competency when the rest of your team is making your head spin. You'd hate for anyone else to take his place.

He's got a knack for keeping things in order when they're about ready to fall apart.

And he's nice - well loved by women in the office for being handsome and kind and hated by men for being popular with them.

You don't know when it is, exactly, that he starts looking at you in that way. You only know that you don't especially mind.

Yuuta has little tells when he's staring at you during work.

The soft jut of his lips, the mild nerves of his smile, the way his eyes don't stay in the same place when you talk or wear something with the slightest bit of skin. It's weird. Before you noticed this about Yuuta, you never saw him in any sort of way.

He's a nice guy and he's a good boss, but you're not one to crush easily. You like Yuuta as is, and have never considered complicating that on the whims of things like attraction or a passing thought. You don't particularly need to get laid nor are you starving for that sort of attention.

Before you notice, you never have anything but work appropriate thoughts. But after you notice, you think that you really, really want to bully him about it.

When the opportunity presents itself to do that, you do - even though it is a bad idea.

Your boss is pretty cute when he's tipsy. He's also, maybe predictably, easy. It didn't take any amount of pushing to get him to bring you home. One pouty word of concern about going home so late and a little pushing up against his arm and he practically collapses under the pressure. The fact he let you cling to his arm and rub up on him the entire car ride makes you think he's probably letting you do this for one reason or another.

So, it's easy to convince him to take you home. Just like it's easy to convince him to take you inside, to help you on the couch, to get you water, to stay a while or maybe stay the night since the last train is about to go anyway.

This is how you get Yuuta on your couch with his pants unzipped.

"Yuuta-san," Your voice is sing-songy. Normally, you're a touch more careful with this kind of thing but you're not sober enough to bother with it as you slide up next to him. He's flushed pink, wide-eyed. "You look nervous."

"W-we shouldn't," He swallows and looks over at you where you're pressed against his side. Your blouse is unbuttoned, nothing but your pencil "I shouldn't've—"

"Oh, don't be like that. You've been giving me looks for a while now, right? Did you think I didn't notice?"

He looks like a deer caught in headlights. How cute. "I'm very sorry."

"It's okay," You nuzzle up to him softly and he does not bother pushing you away even slightly. "I'm saying I don't mind it. But a little won't hurt right?"

He's stiff as you scoot in as close to him as you can, reaching you over to the front of his slacks. His hard-on, half-mast, betrays his sense of hesitance. You watch as he drops his head back, palm cupping the hard outline with amusement. You lean, lips close to his ear.

"Can't go home like this, Yuuta-san. I'll help you if you say please, okay?"

He looks at you from the corner of his eyes before shutting them. "Please..."

You grin a little. "Good boy."

He lets out a pathetic little whimper that makes the corners of your mouth twitch. Wordlessly, undo the zipper of his slacks - reaching your hand into his waist band and sliding it over his cock. It's hard now, twitching under your touch. Yuuta is sensitive. You're sticking so close to his side you can feel the rise and fall of his chest, the way he's holding it all in.

You pull his length out slowly, spitting into your palm before wrapping your hand around his shaft. His cock is long and pretty. The tip of it is already drooling like you've been touching him for hours, ruddy with need. You stroke him in your hands, feeling for all the veins under his shaft. Holding it and seeing the length and weight. You crass him like that slowly, cupping his balls lightly before jerking him off again.

All of the touch leaves Yuuta gasping. He tries his best not to make any noise, but his voice comes out in a whine anyway. Usually such a gentle, kind of voice - broken and throaty as his dick twitches and leaks helplessly in your hand.

"Yuuta-san, be honest." You hum curiously. "Do you think of me when you touch yourself?"

He makes shameful face, closing his eyes even tighter. "Yes. I'm sorry,"

"Oh, you said it so easily," You reply, amused. "Pervert."

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry - I won't do it again,"

"Instead of touching yourself, isn't this better? Don't you think my pussy will feel good around your cock, Yuuta-san? You can peep as much as you like but that means this is mine for the time being, okay?"

You're barely stroking him hard when you feel him twitch suddenly. Glancing down, you watch as balls tighten - expose stomach flexing it's muscles as Yuuta lets out a loud choked moan. You feel him in your palms - hard, hot cock trembling before it shoots out a thick load of cum into your fingers.

Your eyes widen in mild surprised as you watch him squirm, chasing the high with his hips - aimlessly fucking into the little hole made by your hand. He can't stop cumming. It's drenching your fingers, making them sticky as you stroke him through it.

He finishes with his chest heaving, still cumming in little spurts. You can't help but giggle at how whiny he is.

"Didn't think you were such a quick shot, Yuuta-san." Before he can respond, you bring your fingers up to your mouth and lick the cum off. "Not bad."

He stares at you jaw dropped, looking so embarrassed he could die. You think he looks a little cute like that.

"Oh, it's already up again," You smile, watching him go half hard so quickly. His blush deepens. "Since you were honest, guess I should let you fuck me forreal."

He looks at you with wide, wet eyes and pouty lips. Yes, you know the look well by now.

He takes a deep breath and stares at you longingly.

"...Please."

[tojirights]

aa i don't usually do asks but could u do 68 with alastor? tysm for considering!! feel free to ignore or delete

prompt: "kneel."

a/n: finding out alastor is 7ft tall isn't helping me lose my mind any less. ty anon 🩷 requests open!

alastor loved to push people's buttons, loved to get a reaction out of everyone. he was efficient in finding out just what made someone tick within a few interactions. what he noticed about you was that you hated being told what to do. now, what alastor found equally funny is that you actually loved being told what to do. especially when you were told to do anything for him.

oh, he was going to have fun with this new information.

he sent for you to meet him in the broadcast tower quite a bit earlier than usual, but you assumed maybe he needed some help setting up and, of course, showed up even earlier than expected. alastor spins around in his chair when you enter, a smirk already tugging at his smile. "ahh, there's my good girl." he coos, his voice making your blood heat in a way you convince yourself is anger.

"ugh, fuck off. you refuse to text so i always assume you send early for me because of something important." you grumble, watching his eye twitch at the mention of your cellular device. the room seems to get colder as alastor stands, taking slow steps towards you. the look in his eyes is almost sinister, and his smile unnerves you.

he places a finger under your chin and forces your gaze up to meet his. "watch that mouth of yours, my dear." there's a low, threatening tone in his words and it makes you want to bite back but as soon as you open your mouth to tell him off, he's reaching around for a fistful of your hair and tugging your head back.

his mouth finds your ear, warm breath ghosting over your skin. you can't control the way your body shakes, a shuddering pant leaving your lips. you're not sure if its arousal or fear, to be honest. but then, alastor breaks out into a grin.

"kneel."

your eyes widen, and your breath catches in your throat. heat pools low in your stomach, as well as adrenaline. he's got you, and he knows it. your knees shake with desire to drop, to do anything this man tells you, and when you slowly start to lower yourself, alastor laughs. "now see?" he smirks, his fingers running through your hair as you descend. "i know you're my good girl. it can be our little secret." he hums, petting your head as you kneel at his feet.

"you can continue to be a brazen little brat to everyone else, but you and i both know this is who you really want to be." you look up, seeing alastor towering over you and you bite your lip to silence yourself. the primal urge to obey courses through you, making your hands shake with desire. "now, are you going to continue to mouth off or put that mouth to good use?" he snickers when your eyes darken. "you'll be rewarded for your good behavior, don't you worry."

[ryescapades-archived]

hii rye!! happi 1k follows, for the event, can i have prompt 10 (lyhfmb) with a jealous! nrm gen please!! nsfw ofc!!! luv ya soo much <3

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prompt: 10 - “lift your hips for me, love.” characters: ex!narumi gen (kn8) x afab!reader contents: nsfw mdni !! oral (f! receiving), marking, slight possessive + jealous!nrm, sparring as an euphemism, possibly exes to lovers, implied nrm having past hookups, tiny bit of angst if u squint, ooc i think? somehow ended up being a bit of a character study.. wc ~ 900

a/n: thank you for participating anon !! <3 i’m kinda killing two birds with one stone here bcs there’s an old req in my inbox asking for a nsfw nrm piece (supposedly) inspired by lana’s serene queen :’>

you have absolutely zero idea how you got yourself in this situation.

it was a normal day for you; you woke up, did your morning routine, checked in with your fellow coworkers and spent a whole lot of your time on the training grounds, especially with your closest friends, shinonome and tachibana. everything would’ve been perfectly and routinely mundane, if not for the sudden private invitation to spar, ordered requested by your very own division captain.

the way those roguish hues darken at the sight of you straddling tachibana’s hips during training, the deep frown on his lips, the clear displeasure marring on his face, the scrutinising stare he sent towards his platoon leader… for a second there you would’ve thought that he— you shake your head to disperse the thoughts away.

no way in hell, right?

it feels weird. doing a one-on-one with captain narumi without other people watching really gives you the ick, an irksome itch that you couldn’t quite scratch away. you know full well that you could pack a punch or two, know that your skills are just as good as any officer from the first division, but you are also aware that narumi gen is not just any man.

he’s a man who was born with such exceptional strength and yet had his childhood ripped to shreds by those monstrous kaiju, a man who would occasionally lash out if something ever triggers the fragility of his inner child, a man who holds the weight of the world on his shoulders, a man who was still on pins and needles when it came to affection, a man who is also your ex lover.

but just because you’re exes doesn’t mean he had any reason to pull his punches on you. and because you’re exes it makes no sense that the exchanging blows and jabs would suddenly turn to a different kind of clash altogether.

your unfocused eyes can barely make out your surroundings, but you at least know that it’s already late into the night, long into the after hours. a soft moan breaks free from your lips, eyebrows deeping into a furrow. “we shouldn’t be doing this,” you breathe out.

you wince just as narumi’s teeth nip on the tender flesh on your collarbones, soothing the pain with a swift lick of his broad tongue. the discolouration blooms red on your skin, another mark accompanying the similar ones on the span of your neck.

he doesn’t reply, opting to slide his hands underneath your shirt to trail wet open-mouthed kisses down your stomach. he then starts fidgeting with the hem of your sweats, lifting his head up to look at you.

your body burns at those hooded gaze of his rosy eyes.

the million rational thoughts of denial and object are immediately turfed out, your body going pliant under his familiar touch as you close your eyes in relent. narumi gently slips his fingers beneath your pants and underwear to pull them both down simultaneously. “lift your hips for me, love.” he murmurs, the petname smoothing out of his lips like silk.

a shiver runs through you as you oblige, your lower part now exposed to his wandering eyes. he shifts down, his head now leveling with the space between your thighs.

the first swipe of his tongue against your folds nearly sends you reeling and narumi can feel his pants getting tighter by the second. “god, i missed your taste so bad. no one could ever compare,” he quietly groans before eventually diving in, eating you out like a man starving for days.

“fuckin’ sweet… this pussy’s mine, yeah?” he mutters as his tongue slides into your dripping hole with ease, licking up your arousal as more of it trickles down to your ass. it’s wild, full of hunger and intent as narumi buries his face between your thighs to consume your very essence into his own.

“f-fuck, hah—” your chest stutters as his arms wrap around your quivering thighs to keep you in place, his tongue thrusting in and out of your cunt just as desperately. loud slurping sounds and your moans can be heard throughout the training room, though neither of you have the mind to care about that as narumi intensifies his efforts, sucking on your swollen clit between his lips before dipping down again to your hole. 

he knows you’re close; he’s painfully familiar with the way your legs jerk beside his face, breath whiny and hitching in your throat as you teeter on the brink of ecstasy. narumi laps at you so greedily that it’s becoming messy and wet and rough and downright filthy.

it’s only when he growls against your flesh, the almost possessive sound vibrating against your sodden pussy that it finally pushes you towards the edge, coming undone on his tongue with a lewd cry. narumi hums, eagerly drinking up your slick and eyes closing in content as his face glistens with your sticky wetness. “nngh - gen…” nerves now oversensitized, you let out a whimper and weakly push at his shoulders to get him to stop. “gen!”

the man finally yet reluctantly pulls away from your cunt with a faint pop, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before he languidly plants kisses on your thighs, eyes still hidden by his ashen bangs. the both of you are breathing hard, and somehow the post-orgasm clarity decides to hit you then.

‘seriously, what are you doing?’ you throw your head back against the mat below you and squeeze your eyes shut as those same conflicting thoughts invade your mind again. “gen— narumi, sorry… i-i should—” you try your move your legs away from his shoulders but he cuts you off, leaning his forehead against your stomach as he rubs random figures on the side of your hips.

little do you know he’s actually tracing the kanji of his name on your skin.

“stay,” narumi whispers. with me, he means. “...please.”

and how can you ever say no to that?

thinking abt this nrm the whole time i write this :]

tbh i kind of had a different idea for the song inspo but i don’t think i’d be finishing that anytime soon (i’m just lazy). i could share like a little rough draft of it if anyone wanna tho

©🅁🅈🄴🅂🄲🄰🄿🄰🄳🄴🅂. do not steal, translate or repost my work anywhere else !

[takes1]

ah, hello kuroken anon again here!!! :> I LOVED LOVED LOOVEDDDD THE PART 2 HAHAGWGSH SOO EXCITED TO SEE HOW IT’LL END!!!! AND MASTERMIND KENMA??? YOU. GET. IT. YOUUU FUCKING GET ITTTT. IM SO CRAZY THATS LITERALLY HOW I THINK HE’D BE IN BED AJAKSIFIRKRJ. thats the team’s brain right there!!!! cant wait to reread this story over and over <3333

thank you again for sparing some time to write even when youre busy with your education, i’m also busy with my education related stuff so you posting your writing at this time is really helping me to keep me going 🫶 good luck to u!!! ^^

[final] kenma sharing you with kuroo

you're a gem and i will sorely miss hearing from you after this part is posted. fuuuuck you made me cry a lil bit 🤏not even kidding omg. i'm genuinely so glad the characterization got through 😫💕and that i could help you in any capacity loves.

warnings. heavy nsfw, minors DNI

details. fem!reader / porn with plot / threesome / angst, fluff, and smut / jealous?kuroo / secure!kenma / submissive(with conditions)!reader / praisewhore!reader / use of toys / m!rec oral / riding / kuroo working through his emotions / mastermind!kenma / poly!conversations / happy!cuck'd kenma / fluid pecking order / 3k words

links. my masterlist. more haikyuu. my ao3. part one here. part two.

"Good," A little drive-by peck to your temple and Kenma was off the bed, grabbing some water.

"I need a break."

Kuroo filled the space he left verbally and physically-- a starved scan of your body, trembling already, on top of him. His head swiveled from you to Kenma's cute butt. He couldn't keep his hand off of his own cock to save his life, so it didn't surprise you that he stroked himself and checked your boyfriend out at the same time. If you had one, you'd do the same.

"You lazy fuckin' bastard..."

They shared a laugh.

He let the chuckle die for a second, more of a yearning as he looked at you again, "You sure it's alright with you, man?"

You realized you couldn't stop your hands from shaking. You really wanted him.

You both looked at Kenma, who put his hands up, more annoyed that the question kept cropping up, "Promise. I'm fine, I just got- kinda close."

You were brimming with pride at that truthful statement, hips automatically rolled against Kuroo's cock. He could play the role well, but it wasn't natural. Neither was his pace or his intensity, so it made sense that he was forced to sacrifice his already shitty stamina.

Kenma liked slow, smother-y, whiny, missionary stuff that went on for a couple rounds and ended in you both passed out in your own slippery mess. This was all a little pornographic, performative, for a neutral observer.

"F-uck," He groaned, face tense at how well you took him.

He couldn't believe neither of you made him wear a condom. He never fucked raw, and never imagined he would have the chance to get with you. This was too perfect.

Kuroo was on the thicker side, and leaned hard to the left. Two features you weren't accustomed to, but instantly learned to love. He stretched your cunt out so easy- leaving you at a shallow gasp, as he wasted no time to show you how much he had been craving you over the past year.

That pretty, occupied, shock was exactly what he wanted to see.

He grinned, a possessive grip around your throat, "That's what you wanted, huh?"

His lip curled, twitched. He bottomed out and rolled his hips the way Kenma had, earlier.

"You wanted me?"

You squeaked at his premature intensity- nails digging into his shoulders. He squeezed you to prompt an answer.

A whimpery, "Yeah."

Kuroo was different when he let himself talk to you like this, like it was just you two. It felt like he was finally being honest.

It was apparent that he wanted you close, intimately so, and not posed up for Kenma. He was still sipping his water, watching, as if he was hanging out on the bench during a game.

Kuroo fucked you slower, nicer, after he hearing your pitiful sob of an answer.

His thumb rubbed slow, a nearly imperceivable circle in your hip, as he searched your eyes.

"Why didn't ya tell me?" Was so quiet. It made your heart squeeze.

He felt too good, pumping in and out of you so easy, filling you over and over again like it was nothing.

His voice was ever softer, as you were rewiring your brain to make room for a singular thought.

"You hear me, pretty girl?"

You softened at his endless list of nicknames for you- all so methodical and sweet, like he had always thought of you as his baby, his doll, his pretty girl.

"Mhm," Got muffled against his fervent kisses.

It would have to go unanswered. You realized at some point you didn't have a satisfying response for him; even if you did before, you couldn't do his questions any justice, now.

He was like Kenma when he got close. He grew huffy, and leagues worse at kissing. His little taunts were incomprehensible, but the nature of his mumbly, dirty words was enough to get you close and considering the possibility of a future arrangement here.

The idea had you pushing out of his weakened grip, looking towards Kenma. Adoration had filled his features even before he caught you looking at him, evidence that he had nothing to hide.

He came closer to kiss you.

Kuroo allowed you to you lean close to Kenma's ear, amused when you covered your whisper up with your palm, so he had no chance of hearing.

"Let me suck you off again," Was your request.

Kenma stepped back, face too hesitant for your liking. He shook his head, undecided, with a long and quiet hum.

"Please," Your hand fell from his shoulder as he stroked himself, just to see if he could last for it.

You had to beg a few more times, real sweet, real pretty, for him to decide that finishing first wasn't all so bad. It clearly wasn't an original part of his plan, but he couldn't tell you no; not with you all fucked out, waiting for more, on top of his best friend.

"Ohh my god," Kuroo groaned, forcing you still, as he pieced together why Kenma climbed back up, on his knees, at his side.

Your dirty little smile only broke to press a kiss to the tip of Kenma's cock.

"Oh my g-od..." He repeated himself, voice breaking this time.

It was easier from this position, than the one you had been in earlier- the whole reason any of this was playing out now.

The way your tongue stretched out, the hollow in your cheeks, how fucking easy you made it look, and most of all, your pretty little stare up at him was all too perfect. Kuroo didn't blush often, but this was a true surprise, and a moment worthy of the red on his face, now.

He wasn't going to last long, from the start, but this was overload. You had gotten comfortable with him long before he was ever in the picture- knowing exactly how Kenma liked it, what got him closest, the fastest. He didn't make the connection before now, but that's what Kenma had shown earlier, too.

Kenma was huffy, a bit higher in tone, "She got me off the game- ah-h, like-- this,"

One hand was still, twitchy, at his side- one kept your hair back, but didn't control you. His abs flexed, uneven.

"Fuckin' knew it," Kuroo gave a tired, very distracted chuckle.

His shoulders would stoop hard to the side with a big, struggled sigh when you'd take him deeper. You brought out a more submissive side of Kenma. It was a welcome sight.

Kuroo had to let you go to rub the ache from his temples. In the absence of his hands, you rolled your hips. You didn't want to just be a cock warmer-- you wanted him to fuck you. So far, Kenma had been rougher, and that didn't meet your expectations at all.

He seethed, and kept you still again with a shuddery sound, "Don't- don't move."

You came back up, popping Kenma out of your mouth, stroking him quickly as you gave Kuroo a mean stare.

"Relaaax, babygirl, I just need a second--,"

You frowned. So they both couldn't last? You took your frustration out on Kenma- twitching, gasping, at your lubed palm making an embarrassingly quick work of his endurance. He was really cute when he was about to cum.

"Babe- fuck- I'm-- I-h- Ah!," He stuttered, his panting growing quicker, the tension across his body now locked.

He let you to decide what you wanted. You could feel him tense as you kept your tongue laid flat, swirled in little circles on the underside of the tip, as you pumped the rest of his length.

"Mm-h, fuc-k--"

"Aah, ah-hh-!"

Kuroo had to scratch little divots into his palm to keep himself sobered enough. He watched along in awe as you swallowed, hardly any labor on your brow. You looked at him the whole time, this impossible innocence in your steady gaze.

Kenma was a work of art, his mouth parted, lips wet with drool, his brow tense at how you kept sucking at his sensitive tip. He adored you. There was no hope for Kuroo to replace that, going either way.

"Oka-y, okay," Kenma pulled you off with a shuddery sigh.

He muttered, "I love you s'much," against your scalp as you licked your fingers clean. After stealing a kiss, he sat back on his heels, a hand rested on Kuroo's shoulder.

There was a sorry lack of quips from him. He wasn't being a smartass anymore, or even funny. He was acting a little dull, like Kenma after a couple rounds. You tilted your head down at him, analyzing what the hell happened.

He returned it, his intense, deep eyes cutting right through you.

You softened your expression. Maybe he was still in there.

"He won't move," You pouted to Kenma, as if he could possibly do something about it.

He covered his snicker with his hand- Kuroo rolled his eyes but got cut short when you tried to move your hips up and back down. His nails dug so hard into you that you gave a small whimper- trying to pry his hands away, unsuccessfully.

"If she doesn't stop doing that, I'm gonna fuckin' cum," In a similar fashion to you, he looked at Kenma, like he could fix it, "I'm so serious, bro- it's not even funny."

Kenma gave a loaded sigh. He did look like he was thinking for a solution.

Kuroo had your face in his big hand, warning you, to be still. You liked the sound of him cumming inside you, and how he was barely holding himself together, so you only met his harshness with a small, maniacal smile.

After rifling through the sheets, Kenma found your favorite vibrator and wiggled it with pride in front of Kuroo. He didn't disappoint; he truly had a solution for everything.

"Dunno how I forgot about this," He muttered, clicking through the settings to the only one you actually used.

As he took the time to do this, you clocked that he was still half-hard, even after two orgasms, and felt some butterflies in your tummy. He glanced your bodies over with a little smirk.

He kissed right behind your ear, "Let's try leveling the playing field, yeah?"

It was easy to act all big and bad when they were both closer than you. Once they had you on your back, completely honed in on just your body, your short-lived confidence was shaken.

In a similar, reverse fashion, Kuroo was back to his original state: an irritating tease.

He was eager to listen to and watch Kenma as he cuddled up to your side.

"We usually don't go for this long-," He admitted, making him smirk.

He took one leg hostage to spread you before pressing your vibrator up to your clit.

"A-hh-ah-!" You twitched, under all the sudden pleasure.

"But you're getting spoiled today, huh?" Your partner chuckled, a little kiss to your temple.

This may have been one of the few times Kuroo didn't keep his cock in his hand. The whole point was to get him further away from a climax, after all.

He used that effort to take your opposite side, in an almost identical orientation as Kenma. Your other leg was relieved of its fatigue once Kuroo wouldn't let it go.

If he focused too hard at the delicious tension in your face, or the way Kenma had to keep you forcefully still, he had to look away for twice as long with a big, calming sigh.

"She is such a pretty thing," He muttered, during one of these moments.

"Sooo pretty," Kenma agreed. He watched Kuroo's affliction, how it seemed more than just physical.

Another little peck to your sweaty temple, as you squirmed and flexed, panting, under their weight and pulling, "You should tell Kuro how much you want him."

They couldn't let you rest. It was psychological torture paired with the most a dizzying turn of events you hadn't prepared for.

It was, all things considered, a simple task.

A fluttery sigh- then a short, pitiful whine at how Kenma was making it hard again-

"I think- ah! I-i... I've 'ad a-... crush- on you-- Mh!"

Your pushing against his forearm became compromised as Kuroo laced his fingers through yours, pulling your hand to his lips. He listened closely.

That little tension around his eyes seemed to melt, his smirk becoming more of a smile. It was partially amusement at how difficult it was for you to speak, but it was also something he needed to hear.

"You're- h-ah-- soo hot," You seethed, unfocused eyes finally landing on his face, how he pressed that kiss real slow into the back of your hand, eyes unfaltering, "'And-- mmm, s-ooo sweet."

His true nature, with his guard down, didn't even show much like this. When he let loose, you could see that he was not much of a scheming, cunning, captain naturally. He was a big cutiepie that filled the gaps of his loneliness with too many distractions. That left him feeling guilty. Which, in turn, gave him more reason to compensate with the same sinful crutches.

It was easy to feel empathic for him as he gave you those big puppy dog eyes, but it was the very affinity for these crutches that got him all fired up at your words.

"Yeahh-," He gave another, rougher kiss to your hand, and sighed, "You're gettin' dicked down for that one."

Kenma chuckled at his silly, sudden change in attitude. You smiled, relieved, to see that you didn't have to move, that Kuroo would actually go for missionary, because this edge was heaven.

When he was settled between your legs, filling you up again to the base of his cock- he leaned forward and swerved to hold Kenma's face in one of his hands.

"I see what you're doin'."

Surprise was all over his delicate features.

"You're not subtle," He spat, using a rough kiss as the end of it.

They shared a long, messy kiss that spurred Kuroo to start fucking you- your gasps, whines, only encouraged him, only inspired their curiosity.

Maybe Kuroo did understand that Kenma had a higher plan; one that involved persuading you to come clean about your secret feelings, and use that as a weapon to inspire action in Kuroo. What remained ambiguous was why.

As distracted as Kenma was, he still didn't let off of your poor, overstimulated clit. They were both so rough in their respective tasks, and every time you tried to move one of them, your hands would be intercepted.

You had to just lay there and take it.

The 'why' kind of- fell away, when he parted from Kenma's soft lips, looking down at your clingy, blacked-out expression. Needy. He didn't get that look often- it made his cock swell, and turned his thrusts harder, as he felt you tighten.

"Fuck-! Ughh-" He had to swallow the build-up of spit in his mouth, push his sweat-soaked hair back, "You gonna cum around my cock?"

You responded so well to the pain on his face, the wanton desire behind the way he dug into your hips and watched Kenma lean over you for more kisses.

"Right in front of your- Mmh, pretty- little- boyfriend?"

In your pseudo-daze, riding that high, long-awaited build-up, you could feel Kenma sigh against your mouth at the attention.

"Fuck- fuck, fuck--!" You gasped- your pussy spasmed around his perfect cock.

Kuroo bit the inside of his already chewed up cheek to keep from cumming inside of you.

He felt your nails dig hard into his hand on your hip, your other one adding another trophy to Kenma's scarred shoulders. It was confirmation that Kenma had been lying to the team in the locker room on dozens of occasions, talking nonsense about a cat somehow scratching him up.

"Mmh-h-Ah-!"

It was nearly impossible to listen to you, as he fucked you hard through it all. Kenma recognized that expression well, a little proud smirk at his friend's restraint, and at how good your pussy was to keep him so obedient.

You were coming down, stupid and breathless, when he rushed to pull out of you.

"F-uck, a-ah-Haah, shitshitshit," He whined.

He was shaking, panting, and unsure if he had pulled out in time.

The nasty, addictive feeling of hot, sticky cum painted all between your folds, in the sheets, over your vibrator, tummy, inner thighs, and Kenma's hand.

His face was twitchy, but slowly spread to a panic that wasn't shared between you and Kenma.

Kenma considered torturing him longer, but decided against it.

"Birth control," He clarified, then repeated at Kuroo's empty-headed expression, "She's on birth control."

Kuroo gave a big, loud groan, slouching back to sit on his ankles: "Thank God- Ohhh-! Thank God, Holy shit...fuck."

This relationship had too many cum-hungry habits to not take every precaution. Aside from condoms.

His exhausted relief left him cracking his neck, rubbing his warm face at the sight of how covered you had gotten. He nearly missed Kenma licking the back of his own wrist.

You still looked as cute as ever, all sleepy and drenched. He couldn't help but shimmy lower, just to press a mean kiss to your slicked-up and tired clit.

"Ah-!" You squealed, thighs squeezed around his head.

Thankfully, he didn't intend to stay. He wiped the excess cum off of his cheek, finding it a little too salty for his taste, and chuckled at your quivering form.

Kenma was already taking on the responsibility of cleaning up. It left Kuroo to mess with you a bit longer and nestle up to your side again.

Kenma was on a mission for a warm rag for your slick, starting-to-be-sticky body and pulled on some clothes. He finished his water and excused himself to go grab more, for the two of you.

He watched him leave. It was quiet, except for your still-shaky breathing.

"You okay, babydoll?" Kuroo used his big hand to guide your face towards him, sharing in a few long, soft kisses.

You still kissed him with the same passion as earlier, even though Kenma wasn't around.

A weak, "Mhm."

"Was I too rough with you?"

You smiled, the question somehow able to make you blush, "N-o, you were- you were great."

Kuroo grinned, but it was a little empty. He wasn't optimistic about the reality of the aftermath. One fling, a spur-of-the-moment threesome, was fun, exciting, new. What about after that? After the newness wore off?

The last kiss you shared was a bit harder, rushed, for a reason you couldn't pick apart. He kept talking to you as he moved off of the bed and started getting dressed again.

"Y'know- I thought you and Kemma fucked like old people."

You chuckled, "Oh, really?"

"Yeah- but... you taught me a couple things."

Kuroo knew he would never be satisfied if he was seen as the outsider- but there was no room for him in your dynamic, from what he had seen so far.

He had no idea where he phone was, so he began searching for it, and it took so long that Kenma was already coming back in.

"Where are you going?" Kenma clocked him instantly.

You opened your eyes, confused- and now Kuroo had both of you looking at him like a fox in your henhouse.

"Well- I," He chuckled, again, empty, and you sensed it now, "I just- thought this was-..."

Kuroo swallowed, way more emotionally invested than he wanted to be. Usually, he could brush off that 'Why are you leaving?' look, as a sort of trophy sometimes, in recognition that he fucked somebody well. Here, he felt like a genuine asshole.

Kenma had a rag balled up in his hand, dripping onto the floor like a weapon. He set two bottles down on the bedside table without looking away from him.

"I don't know how you managed to twist it all up in your head, Kuro-," He walked closer, shoulders squared, until he was a little too close. Kuroo mimicked him, naturally.

You covered your mouth, a little too trembly, naked, and uninformed to contribute.

He was incredibly frustrated, as he continued, "-But I know you're not heartless. If you walk out--,"

"What?" Kuroo laughed, egging him on.

"I'm gonna beat your ass."

Kuroo laughed harder, brow furrowed, eyes searching down at him.

Disbelief laced his voice, "Oh, yeah?"

Kenma pushed him. It wasn't hard, but it made him take a step back. Kuroo blinked, and all the amusement had vanished, leaving only irritation in its wake.

It was unironically quite a scary display- you had already taken the initiative to sit up and cover yourself with a blanket. You were swimming in your own guilt. If you had said no, or just never liked him in the first place, it wouldn't have gotten to this point.

Kenma looked incredibly small with Kuroo's heavy hands on his shoulders.

"Good thing-," His hand slid down to Kenma's, interlacing their fingers, with a quick kiss to the top of the head, "I'm not leaving."

You shared big sigh of relief with Kenma.

"Fuck you," He muttered, giving into a grumpy kiss.

Kuroo's brow raised, already cheerful, and satisfied that he was wanted, especially enough to warrant that kind of reaction from Kenma. It was successful at settling any present doubts that this was just surface-level lust at play.

"Mm- maybe next time, yeah?"

He caught sight of you, all worried and bundled up in your blanket, "Aaww, sweetie-!"

"You poor thing-," He quickly returned to hug you, a thousand apologetic kisses to your head, "I would never hurt Kemma."

The only problem left to address was your stickiness, now also all over that one throw blanket. They both shared in the arduous task of cleaning up. The two were back to goofing around, showering you in compliments, apologies, and kisses for getting so stupid and worked up while you were caught in the middle.

Kenma had put his foot in the figurative door for something pretty special between the three of you. It would be a process, navigating this new thing together. If it meant more of this, though, it was worth a shot.

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[calypsocolada]

how they are when they're in love... part two, ft. mitsuri, shinobu, & obanai

an: hello. boy oh boy. i think this turned out well and yes i still suck at deadlines (im a week ish late). anyways! hope you enjoy this anon! this is for u :)

request: "Omg your latest fic was so good! Can I request the same prompt but with the rest of the Hashira, especially the girls? 💗"

cw: hurt comfort, fem reader, not proofread

wc: 3.1k

Mitsuri is so overly obvious with her feelings. You two got along just fine during Hashira training. You kept your distance though, something about her unbridled happiness unsettled you. There wasn’t much for you to smile about with the impending battle against the demons. 

So you trained hard and just when you were about to collapse you’d train even harder. Until you were gasping for air possibly on the brink of death by exhaustion. You dug your hands into the dirt, sweat dripping down your face. You swear you could taste your own blood. You didn’t even hear her approach. 

“Pushing yourself past exhaustion will never make you stronger.” Her voice was sweet, worried even. You clenched your teeth as you caught your breath. 

“I’m fine.” Two words that sounded horrifically stupid coming from you, who was currently on your knees tasting blood. Mitsuri walked closer, you heard her feet press into the dirt as she bent to her knees, eyes leveling with yours yet you didn’t meet hers. 

“You strain yourself. Run yourself thin. You oversleep. You under eat. And these are all just things you’ve done this past week.”

“I appreciate the concern, Ms. Kanroji.” You didn’t appreciate it. You weren’t really hardwired to let someone in when you were struggling. You thought that made you strong. 

“I think, as your superior, I'm going to have to forbid you from training for this week.” Your eyes snapped to hers. 

“What?” You barked, eyes wide. 

“Come on,” she offered you a hand. “On your feet.”  You looked at her hand. Disrespecting a Hashira would get you nowhere. If you want to get better and be useful to the Hashira when the time comes you shouldn’t challenge their authority. You kept the sigh to yourself as you slid your hand into hers and let her pull you to your feet with surprising strength. You swayed slightly and Mitsuri only held on tighter. “I don’t want to upset you but I won’t let you work yourself to death.” She reached out, swiping your hair away from your face. It made your heart flutter embarrassingly in your chest. You pointedly decided to ignore that. “You’ll be by my side this week instead.” She says. 

“Doing what?”

It turned out Mitsuri’s idea of a punishment was to feed you four times a day, constantly ask about your personal life and braid your hair before bed. So far you have trained under three Hashira’s. They didn’t care a lick about your training night and day in fact they encouraged it. But Mitsuri seemed personally offended when you asked for an hour of actual training. You were actually dying a little inside. So late one night, rainy pouring down providing you cover, you slipped out into the night, katana in hand. You swung until your arms ached. Until you couldn’t feel your skin from the freezing cold rain. When you headed back your heart dropped to your feet. Mitsuri was waiting for you on the steps of your cabin. 

“Ms. Kanroji,” you greeted, guilty and embarrassed at being caught. “I’m… sorry-“

“Come inside,” she directs. You follow. She helps you peel off your drenched kimono and wrings out your hair all while not saying a word. It was honestly… terrifying. You directly disobeyed her and you don’t think you’d ever heard her as quiet before. “Let me run you a warm bath, you need to warm up.” She says, disappearing down the hall. You called after her but she ignored you. You let your eyes fall closed. All you worked for? Would it all be gone in the blink of an eye because of your need to drive yourself past your limits? When Mitsuri appeared back in the hall you reached for her hand but stopped short of touching her. 

“Ms. Kanroji… please um— let me apologize.” You watched her eyes follow your hand that reached for her. You wondered if she was angry, if she’d punish you. 

“Your hand…” She trailed off, she reached for you, grabbing your hand gently and inspecting the blisters and bruises. You blushed to your toes. Her hand was soft, not a callous to be seen. It made no sense, she was a damn hashira after all. “You swing your sword with hate in your heart. You swing your sword with no regard to yourself.” She says, eyes snapping up to yours. You probably looked like a deer in headlights. “I’ve always noticed that about you. You are incredibly driven with zero regard for your own safety. You strike me as someone who will fight and not care about the damage you do to yourself.” 

“If I can kill a demon and save a life, then it’s worth it, don’t you think?” You ask. Her eyes go hard but her gentle grip on your hand stays. 

“Don’t you want to be around when all is said and done? Because I want you to.” You were at a loss for words. Your hair still wet from the rain, dripping on the floor around you. Standing in your warm cabin, Mitsuri a step away you realized you’d never stop and thought about what you wanted when all was done. You genuinely had never given it a single thought. All you wanted was to kill demons. 

“That doesn’t seem… possible.” You say. Mitsuri takes a step closer. 

“To you. You… forgive me… you can be very bleak sometimes.” You reach, pushing your hair out of your face. 

“Not everyone can afford to think like you.” You say and when her hand cups your face you suck in a breath. 

“Maybe not. But you can.” She says and suddenly you understand her protectiveness. You understand her stepping in and forcing you to take care of yourself. Your entire body stiffens, lips parting in surprise. What had you done to attract something like this? 

“Can I?” You echo and Mitsuri’s entire face softens, the pad of her thumb gliding against your cheek. You’d never had someone look out for you like Mitsuri had. Never had someone force you to take care of yourself. Something tightened at the notion that you could let this moment pass you by. You’d let it happen before. You wouldn’t do that shit again. You stepped forwards and pulled the love Hashira to you, pressing your cold lips to her warm ones. 

~

Shinobu’s love is quiet. You wouldn’t even know it’s there if you didn’t look hard enough. And if you didn’t try hard enough because she seems jovial and loving but… she’s not really. There's an undercurrent of hurt and cutting mistrustfulness. She’ll laugh at your jokes but she doesn’t actually find them funny. She’ll smile when you smile but it doesn’t reach her eyes. You’d never met someone like her. Someone who puts themselves out there but seemingly hates every second of it. 

After a mission gone south you were saved by one of the Hashira and toted back to the butterfly mansion. There you were informed that you’d be taken off the line of duty due to the severity of your injury. Any further damage could leave you unable to walk. This whole situation felt like the world finally giving up on you. All your cheeriness is gone in days. You were irrevocably changed the day you wrapped up your sword. Out of sight, out of mind you thought but… no… it stayed on the forefront of your mind. A failure. That’s what you were. A failure. You failed your mission, your team, yourself. 

At dawn on your fifth day at the mansion you packed up your things and toted them to the front door. The girls, mostly Aoi, were against you leaving so soon but to be honest with yourself the longer you stayed the more you felt disheartened. You thanked the girls for their help and slung your bag over your shoulders, pushing out into the dawn. The chill permeating through you. You got as far as the gate before you heard her voice. 

“Leaving so soon?” Her voice asked sweetly, but when you looked over at her, there was nothing sweet about her. Her lips pursed, arms crossed, body rigid. 

“I’m feeling much better.” You say, unable to meet her eyes.

“The color to your face hasn’t returned and you’ve already worked up a sweat walking from the front door to the gate.” You reach up, wiping your forehead with the back of your hand, sighing softly. 

“Miss Kocho, it’s time for me to go. I’m sure you understand my meaning.” You say, pulling on the strap of your bag. Shinobu cocks her head, her brows rising. “Take care of yourself.”You say, finally meeting her eyes. The sadness in them gave you pause. You stopped mid-step, heart in your throat. 

“When will you visit again?” She asked, voice clipped. You sucked in a silent breath, throat dry. You’d never really been able to read her before but right now, her face, the tone of her voice… it felt as though she was very unhappy. You parted your lips to speak but nothing rose to your lips. You didn’t know the next time you’d visit. You swallowed and wetted your lips. 

“I’m not… sure. But… write me. I'll visit again sometime.” You answer, trying for the cheery nature you used to possess but really your words came out hollow. 

“Write you?” Shinobu echoed and you nodded your head. 

“My crow… I tried sending him back but I don’t think that stubborn thing will leave my side for sometime. You can write me and he will retrieve it for me.” You explained, fiddling with your fingers. 

“I don’t… want to write you.” All the air left your body. Your eyes snapped up to hers. Damage control. You nodded your head. 

“Of course Miss Kocho, you’re busy. I understand.” 

“That’s not my meaning.” 

“What is… what is your meaning?” You ask. 

“I’d prefer you to stay. Get some color in your face before trekking miles home.” Her voice was sweet, melodic but you couldn’t shake the uneasiness. Couldn’t shake the feeling she was barely riding a thin line to anger. 

“Miss?”

“Hm?”

“Are you angry with me?” You asked. Shinobu’s eyes snapped to yours. It was her turn to look slightly unsettled by your words. 

“I’m not angry.” She said. You sat your bags on the dirt. 

“I… I implore you. If you have something to say to me. Something… important. Please say it. I’m not a part of the corp anymore. I’m finished. I’m heading home. This… is the moment to say it. If you have something to say, that is.” You said and you didn’t look away from her, no matter how red your cheeks got. Shinobu’s expression opened up with each word you spoke and the sadness in her eyes was finally apparent. 

“We have a place for you here. You still have use in the corp.” she said and you shook your head. 

“Talk to me as an equal. Not a Hashira to a demon slayer.” You implored. Shinobu clenched her jaw and she was quiet for quite some time. 

“You’re bold.” She says and you swallow. 

“I apologize. I… I only want to…” you weren’t sure exactly what you wanted at this moment but then you steeled your face and spoke. “I know you hide your true feelings. I wanted to give you the space to… be free in them. If that’s what you want.” 

“You speak as though you already know them.” She said sharply, unkindly. You nodded your head. 

“Then I am wrong. I apologize.” You say, leaning to grab your bag again but Shinobu steps closer, foot on the strap of your bag. You swallowed nervously, have you pissed her off? You raise back up, reluctantly meeting her eyes. 

“If I asked you to stay would you?”

“I have no use here.”

“I didn’t ask if you’d stay in the corp.” she says and your mouth goes dry. “With me. If I asked you to stay with me… would you?” Her words didn’t have the underlying anger they used to always have. Instead there was a sort of… desperation in her voice. You stared at her… openly surprised. 

“With you?” You echoed and Shinobu stepped off your strap, nodding her head. “What… exactly does that mean to you?” 

“I’m sure you understand my meaning.” She says, just as you had. You… stepped closer. Eye to eye. Her eyes… softening. Your lips fighting a smile. 

“I’ll stay. If that’s what you want.”

“Is that what you want?” She asks and you reach for her face, your cold hand sliding over her cold cheek. 

“Yes… that’s what I wa-“ she surged forwards, lips eagerly seeking yours. You could finally read her. Could finally tell she was hurting at the thought of never seeing you again. You could tell from the way she kissed you. So desperate and almost feverish, hands tightening their grip on your clothes, pulling you hard and flush against her. Almost as though this was her first and only opportunity to have you. You let her kiss you hard, let her play out her anxiety and you stayed. You’d never leave. 

~

Obanai’s love is hidden. You wouldn’t even know it’s there until you push his buttons. Which is exactly what happened when you were toted alongside him on a very important mission. Of course things went south and when you were caught up in the battle, injured beyond belief, Obanai took control. You’d never seen a Hashira go full out but… he didn’t even look human. He killed every single demon in the worst way possible. None of them had an easy death. And the demon that hurt you? Well… he saved that one for last.

After he carried you back to the butterfly mansion he did not leave your side but he also did not utter a single word to you. He was pissed. You knew he was pissed. The rigid way he sat and ate and slept. You’d tried many times to coax him out of his reverie but he was far beyond pissed. 

He had a good reason after all. He had told you not to leave his side, that you could get hurt. So you stupidly left his side and got hurt. It was your first mission and you felt useless just standing by so you wanted to help. Unfortunately you only made things worse. 

“Mr. Obanai? Please accept my apology.” You started for the fourth night in a row. He didn’t even look up from his plate. “Or not accept my apology. Do as you please just please speak to me.” You pleaded, voice soft and sad. “I know you’re angry. But nothing can be solved if you just ignore me.” He set his fork down and reached for his drink. His fingers slender as they slide around his cup, bringing the now lukewarm tea to his lips. You watched him. Frustrated and confused. A moment passed then a minute. He went back to eating. You huffed, pushing your tray off your lap and sliding out of bed. The moment your feet touched the floor you gasped as Obanai stepped in your way. So fast. 

“You can’t walk.” Ah. So he could speak to you. 

“I can. I feel fine.” You said, defiant eyes looking up at him. His eyes staring savagely down at yours. It was like he was trying to intimidate you to lay back down without explicitly telling you. 

“No. You’re staying in bed.” 

“I cannot stand another minute cooped up in here with you. I am losing my mind.” You argued, your voice steady as you planted your hands on the bed, trying to push yourself to your feet. Obanai placed both of his hands on your shoulders, pressing you back down on the bed. You stared up at him as his hands slid from your shoulders to cup your cheeks. You blushed. You couldn’t help it. Stomach dropping as he stared down at you. 

“You never listen. So impossible.” He sighs, still holding you so softly. You stared up at him, breath hitching as his thumbs swiped softly across your cheeks. 

“Mister-“

“Hush.” He cut in. “Just be quiet.” Your lips parted, surprised. His words held no harshness. He just… he sounded tired. “You proved to me that I couldn’t trust you out there. You got yourself hurt.” 

“I was trying to help-“

“I know full well what you meant to do.” Silence for a beat. His hands still held you softly. “That doesn’t make it okay.”

“But-“

“There was absolutely nothing okay with you getting hurt. It shouldn’t have happened.” He said and slowly sank to his knees in front of you, hands still on your cheeks. Now you looked down at him. “I can’t forget how limp you felt in my arms. I can’t wipe that out of my memory.” Your lips parted, throat dry as you swallowed, clearing your throat slightly. 

“I’m sorry.”

“I know you are. But that… can never… ever happen again. Do you hear me?”

“Yes.” You breathe out, nodding. 

“I’ve never been… good at articulating. You always say what’s on your mind so I wanted to… do the same.”

“I really am sorry.”

“I know.” He says and you gaze down at him, heart in your throat. His right hand slides up your face, tucking your hair back out of your face. Thumb gently sliding over the bandage on your temple. 

“Does this mean… you’ll stop ignoring me?” You ask, voice just barely over a whisper. He doesn’t answer you for a beat so you lean down and steal a quick kiss. When you pull back his eyes are slightly wide as they gaze up at you. “I wanted to thank you… for saving my life.”

“Is that… always how you thank people?” He asks and you swear you can see a slight blush to his cheeks. 

“No.” You say simply. When he pulls you to him there’s nothing quick about his kiss.

[shy-writer-999]

I’ve never actually said (written???) this to anyone before but I need to say it. I need to get it out there.

I’m a slut for the idea of somnophilia with Ace. I feel like that’s a fairly common thing (or at least, I’ve seen it a few times?), but I’ve never actually admitted it. I wanna wake him up by sucking on his cock until he comes to and starts face fucking me and calling me his good girl, or riding him until he comes deep inside and I only realize he’s awake when he starts talking about how pretty I look rocking on his dick. I want him to get me even closer to coming myself with his morning voice alone because you know it’s damn good. Just. Hnnngh. I want iiittt.

*reaches for my vibrator*

what a lovely picture you have painted for me. like if ace told you he's really into it, you'd have absolutely noooo problem meeting that need. i'm sure he'd love it. also holy shit I love anything that entails the phrase “good girl." anyways, i came up with around ~1k words based on your prompt, but i'm not sure it is as good as what you came up with! check it out under the cut (≧◡≦) i'll edit this more tomorrow!

**but first, a note! i am here for the somnophilia as long as there's established consent beforehand and DUHHHH ik that's implied but perhaps i ought to state that! so, let that previously established consent stand for the smut below! also, you mentioned that somno is common, and i would like to confirm that, at least in my personal experience, many men eat that shit up. so… feel no shame in admitting that, anon, because its very real and iconic of u to like the idea. 💅💅 (if i do say so myself LOL)

Ace + Somnophilia

It was around 5AM and you couldn’t sleep. Ace took up the entire bed, starfishing it while you were curled up next to him, cheek resting on his chest. Considering the fact that you’d just woken up from a steamy dream, there was one thing on your mind. Heat was blooming at your core and you could feel wetness pooling between your legs already. There was only one solution, which happened to be one of Ace’s favorite things.

You crept your hand towards the bulge in Ace’s boxer briefs and ran a palm over it. He was such a heavy sleeper that it didn’t register. His deep breaths continued, quiet and comforting. You continued to pass your hand over his cock, massaging his balls briefly through the fabric and grinding your palm down. He got hard so fast, but his breathing didn’t change at all—he was sound asleep.

Sitting up slowly, you scooted off the bed so that you could walk around and climb back up, this time positioned between his knees. You knew that one of his favorite things was to wake up with his cock in your mouth—and what a perfect time for it, since you couldn’t sleep. On your knees between his wide-spread thighs, you tugged at the waistband of his boxers until they were low enough to give you access to his cock. It was large and veiny. In the muted morning light trickling in through the half-covered window, you could see just enough to tell that his tip was already pink and enflamed.

You were careful not to wake him as you grasped his shaft and stoked it lazily a couple of times. You licked a long, wet stripe from base to tip and repeated the motion until you started to taste milky white pearls of precum seeping from him.

He was still asleep.

After a few minutes of slowly licking his shaft and sucking the precum from his slit, you reached a hand up to softly cradle his balls. At the same time, you finally took his whole length into your mouth. You could feel and taste his precum at the back of your tongue as you sucked your cheeks in and started to bob up and down on his cock.

You sucked him off for a few minutes, alternating between cradling his balls with one hand and dragging your fingers over his shaft with the other. You were getting lost in it, so focused on the process of sucking him off that you didn’t realize when his hands tangled in your hair and pushed your head down. He bucked his hips up at the same time, making you gag on his length as it poked the back of your throat. He held you like that for a second, taking in the warm, slippery feeling of his cock throbbing in your mouth.

Ace groaned, half awake. “Good morning, beautiful.” His voice was scratchy and husky, not warmed up yet from his pleasure-filled awakening. When his voice got like this in the morning it made you feel feral—something about that deep and gravelly sound made you need him more than usual.

He pulled your head up until your lips were wrapped around his head, and then plunged you down on it, eliciting another filthy noise as you gagged on him again. He was fully awake now “Fuckkkk, its so early and you’re already taking it for me like a good girl.”

He proceeded to face fuck you until you were a mess—his precum was dribbling out of the corners of your mouth, your hands were covered in your own spit, and every sound he made went straight to your cunt. You were dripping wet and dying for his touch, wishing he’d put his cock in you and fuck you until you couldn’t talk anymore. But instead, he was fucking your face for now.

Your breaths were labored. You used every shred of control to breathe through your nose, but his cock was twitching and his hands didn’t give you any reprieve. “Just like that, baby. ‘M gonna fuck your mouth full, just like you wanted. You gonna swallow my cum, sweetheart? Every last drop?” You attempted to nod but you were unsuccessful, on account of his hands tightly gripping your head. He could tell that you were trying to nod, at least.

His hips jerked upwards every time he pushed your head down. The choking, muffled sounds you made were vibrating his cock. “Hang in there, just a little bit longer. There’s my girl.”

By the time he came down your throat, you were so far gone that you swallowed his seed without a second thought. He pulled you off his cock with a popping noise, and you crawled up his chest and collapsed.

“You can’t give up yet, sugar. Don’t you want to ride me first?”

[mejaemin]

omg hii congrats on 700 followers!! can i request sohee with prompt 4 pls?? thank u >.<

sohee + to be loved is to be seen

warnings: fluff !!! an: so i feel like im always writing sohee ooc and it makes me so angy. i hope its good tho !!! enjoy anon <3

“i’m sorry..” sohee pouts, standing at your front door in his rain-soaked windbreaker, hands busy with snack filled grocery bags.

“it’s okay, baby, everyone forgets to check the weather sometime!” you let him in, taking the food to your coffee table, grabbing him a towel on the way back to your foyer. he hasn’t moved an inch, standing there, sulking like a sad, wet puppy. you take his jacket, hanging it up while he dries himself off.

“i still feel bad. i was really excited to take you to the park today.. i kept seeing your reposts, and they were all filled with videos of park dates, it was gonna be perfect!” he starts, rambling throughout the whole time you lead him to your room, only stopping when you toss spare clothes of his in his face.

while he gets dressed, you step out to set your living room up for the night. after your park date plans failed due to the weather, you proposed a movie night, so that you both would still be able to spend time together. sure, you’re upset and were really looking forward to the day, but spending time with your boyfriend is enough.

as you begin pulling snacks out of the bags, a soft smile creeps onto your lips. there’s strawberries, chocolate bars, and other picnic related snacks. you’d mentioned having a craving for such foods briefly, adding videos of them to a little ‘date idea’ folder you shared with sohee. you had no idea he actually looked at it, but with the sight of your wishes in front of you, your heart swells.

“i was thinking we could bring the picnic home?” he starts, sitting down on the floor next to you. you fall into him, kissing his cheek, leaving another when he flushes. “i looked in our folder and saw all of it, so i got it. even the exact brand.” his face is so casual, like this is nothing, and the bare minimum. it might actually be, but you’re so unused to this treatment that it feels like everything, so special.

[1999hiru]

Not smut but could you write reader who has a learning disability and is really struggling in school with nerdy Abby who takes her time and helps reader in a way she can understand?

awww omg of course !!!! i love this idea ( ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅ ) nerdy abby holds such a special place in my heart she’s my baby !!! i loved writing this soooo much  ૢ(❛◡❛✿)  ૢ thank u sm for this anon !! i really hope u enjoy ^_^

i hope i've written this properly and respectfully ! if i have written something incorrectly/made an offensive comment , please let me know ! <3 i did as much research as i could to do justice for this prompt but i definitely know it will not be perfect . tysm !!!! <3<3<3

cw. mentions of learning disabilities, dyslexia in particular!

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♡*.✧ you noticed something was a little off when you were growing up. words were difficult to make out, sounding out funky pairs of letters and how the words were even supposed to be said out loud. when your teacher brought up reading time, it was very difficult. you were always confused as to how your friends were reading so quickly, finishing the ten-paged picture book in minutes. it took you way too long to even get through the text next to the colorful images. the letters seemed to dance around within the word, and given the context, what you were reading didn't match the picture you saw. you did your best, and somehow, it still wasn't enough.

♡*.✧ you were seven when you were diagnosed. dyslexia. it sounded way too fancy for you, the word was... hard to read or process at the time. your parents had to break it down for you in easier steps so that you could understand, but at that age, you just described it as simple as you could in your head. school life was easier, though. you received more time during tests and reading exercises, and you were enrolled in one-on-one classes with a reading specialist. it helped, sure, things were easier to manage now that you had a chance—but your academics weren't drastically improving. your grades weren't great and it demotivated you further, your classmates always had an easier time and you had to put in more effort to get to their level. it wasn't fair at all.

♡*.✧ you managed to get by your younger years just fine and you got into college. you couldn’t lie to yourself and say you weren’t super anxious about it, it would be another section of your life where you felt like you were potentially falling behind. you knew you were smart, creative, you loved drawing and being able to place meanings behind your art. you were great at math, having only a little trouble with word problems, but nonetheless you were good at it. it was just those pesky english assignments that caught up to you, and even then you were managing to land better marks than some of your peers. you just hated the fact that college seemed so "adult," you had bigger responsibilities since you lived alone and had to manage yourself on your own schedule.

♡*.✧ you’re sitting in your 2nd lecture. your professor is introducing the text you’d be analyzing for majority of the semester and you’re having a little trouble with some of the sentences. you’re stuck on the same page for a while before the person next to you taps your shoulder, and you glance at the girl next to you with her braided blonde hair. she’s wearing a warm smile, “did you need any help with that?” you’re giving her a small nod and she’s shifting her creaky chair closer to yours. “what part were you having trouble with?” you’re a little hesitant to tell her at first—what if she judges you for something that seems so easy? but she’s looking at you with genuineness in her eyes and you suddenly feel at ease. “uh.. like, what exactly does this mean? and i don't get the other stuff here.” she reads it out for you, sounding it out, and explains the definitions after. in the past, you never really understood things at first—but the way she thoroughly walked you through everything, you got it immediately. you both end up going through the chapters together and she helps you with anything you struggled with.

♡*.✧ the lecture ends and the girl introduces herself as “abby,” you exchange your own name and your number. “just text me if you need anything, i don’t mind studying with someone else.” you’re giving her a smile and heading your separate ways, walking to your dorm with a warm heart. no one else had ever really insisted on helping you out like that, never getting frustrated or tired of your questions. even though you had known her for such a short amount of time, she made you feel relaxed. you always felt anxious when you were meeting new people—especially since others hadn’t been so understanding in the past. you didn't feel the need to tell abby about your dyslexia, you felt no reason to. she wasn't judging you because of your struggles and you didn't need to provide an excuse for your academic abilities. it felt like a breath of fresh air and cookie dough ice cream in the summer. she was so good.

♡*.✧ a few weeks go by and you find yourself texting abby on a regular basis. not just for college assignments, but little things like "the barista messed up my coffee!" or abby's texts like "my mom sent me this really cute picture of my dog, look :)" college had been insanely nerve-wracking at first, but with abby's presence, it had been easier than you anticipated. you both took time after lectures to catch up on how your day went, going through readings together, or just taking a walk around campus. abby was kind and smart, and so pretty. but every time you’ve thought about the latter, you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach. you couldn’t stare at her for too long unless you wanted to feel your heart violently thumping against your chest.

♡*.✧ before you knew it, midterm season was approaching. you have a stack of assignments and exams piled up and you’ve been crying under your sheets for hours now. you had been attempting to start your many essays, study for your various exams, be a regular college student—but it didn’t go as planned. you didn’t expect college to be this demanding. you never had a million assignments or tests due at the same time in high school, and this was completely new. the stress of everything had also made it impossible to read through anything properly. you usually give yourself time to read, you know your situation, and you’ve never felt this overwhelmed from trying to read. the letters are jumbled together and you can’t tell if a word says that or this. your pillows are completely stained with tears, knees to your chest. you felt miserable.

♡*.✧ your phone is suddenly buzzing next to you, multiple dings at a time. it’s abby.

abby <3: wanna study?

abby <3: i have lots to do

abby <3: you there?

you blink away tears, thumbs slowly moving to reply.

you: not feeling it rn, sorry

abby <3: are you okay?

you think carefully about your next reply. should you just tell her you’re struggling? she would understand. it’s abby.

you: uh

you: i have dyslexia

you: since midterms are coming around i didn’t rlly expect for everything to be this stressful

you: i usually take my time to read but i feel rushed and because i feel rushed i’m anxious and i can’t get through anything properly, the text is so small and i’m srsly gonna go insane

you put your phone down when you see the text bubbles pop up, heart clenching. even though a part of you knew that abby anderson would never judge you for something like that, another part of you felt afraid. that she would just be like the others. you've come this far with her, and you really didn't want her to think of you any differently—

abby <3: give me some time, i'm coming over

♡*.✧ you're wiping off your tear stained face when you hear a knock at your door, opening it up to see abby standing there. she has a folder covered in a pattern of different ocean animals and a package of papers inside. you're raising a brow before abby shoots you a smile, "can i come in?" you respond with a nod, abby moving past you to sit on your small rug next to your bed. you sit right in front of her wearing a confused expression. "what do you have there?" abby doesn't reply, only opening up the folder to reveal the contents inside. she takes out the papers and hands it over to you. "i know our exam is coming up and i was doing some research," you're flipping over the stapled pages and smiling. it's the book for your class, but the font is printed huge, spaced out, easier to read and the letters aren't mixing together anymore. "i don't know if it'll help, but i heard it might make it easier for you to read." your heart swells, stomach filled with a comforting warmth. "you did this for me?" abby nods. "i don't like seeing you like this and i know you can do it, you just need a different method."

♡*.✧ you end up passing everything with flying colors, the studying had completely paid off and you started printing assignments and your work in bigger prints. it took a while getting used to, but it was easier and you were doing well. abby invites you out to dinner after midterm season, your favorite place, and you haven't stopped smiling since you both sat down. "thank you abby, seriously, i don't think i could've done it without you." she's shaking her head, a big smile on her face. "you did it. not me, you're the smartest girl i know."

[strawberry-daiquiris]

wet and messy and/or intercrural for nortrell if it pleases u 🙏🏻😊 (kink prompts)

ty anon, this one was a fun one to kick off with!!!

warnings for some kind of gender thoughts that max hasn't totally worked out in his own head in this one!!!

for the kink generator ask game

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“You’re not doing me up the arse again,” Max warns, when Lando’s hands start to wander the night he gets to Monaco. “So don’t get any funny ideas.”

Lando groans, and not the good kind, against his neck.

“But why?”

He hadn’t hated it, exactly. It’d just been a bit weird, arsehole out on the bed, feeling cold and then too warm, and then cold again. Max’d felt it for days, sitting weirdly in his sim rig and wondering if that was just his life now, if he’d had his insides altered permanently by Lando and his massive fuck off horse cock. It made him angry, that his body wasn’t made for it, not the way he’d like it to be.

“‘Cos,” Max argues, unconvincingly, but a little flick of his fingernail under Lando’s foreskin and he’s rendered the idiot unable to fight back. Typical. “It’s late Bob, I can’t be arsed with the fingering. I’ll give you a blowie instead, alright?”

Lando sighs, flopping back against the pillows. He lifts his hips up expectantly, and Max rolls his eyes at the same time as he fits his palm around his dick, stroking him slowly as they continue the negotiation. Lando’s got it in his head that once he’s started, he needs to be touched at all times, else it’ll go floppy.

When he told him, Max had to ask if that had actually really happened ever, and Lando went eight different shades of the pink-purple spectrum in ten seconds and blurted out the word once before he buried his face in the mattress and told Max to fuck off, he didn’t want to have sex anyway.

Max hasn’t asked again after that. 

“Rub off between your thighs?” Lando counters, to Max’s very nice offer to suck his dick. “S’more like a hole.”

“What, than my actual mouth hole?” 

Lando rolls his eyes and lands his hand on Max’s thigh, stroking through the downy hairs. Despite his protestations, Max can feel himself get going, his dick starting to twitch to life properly.

“Oh fine,” he relents, rolling onto his back and bringing his legs up a bit, his dick flapping against his stomach. “Whatever makes you fucking happy.”

Lando’s messy with the lube, pumping it vigorously onto himself and the backs of Max’s thighs, working his huge paw through the gap Max has left for him to fuck himself happy on. If he’s honest, Max could probably fall asleep like this, head resting on Lando’s expensive feather pillows, if it weren’t for the way Lando has to narrate everything.

“So fit, Max. D’you know it’s fucking sick you let me do this? I love your legs, and your moles, and so on.”

Max snorts, shifting a bit when Lando slides his dick in for the first time. There’s lube dripping down the backs of his thighs, coating his arse, like it’s dripping out of him. He tries to control himself, the urge to touch where Lando is pressed.

“Mm, yeah, potential skin cancer, talk about attractive,” he jokes, trying to distract himself.

Lando leans down and fits his mouth over Max’s knee, dragging his teeth along the graze he’s still healing from an unfortunate incident filming for Quadrant over in Sweden.

They’re not allowed to talk about it. Death, or danger, or any of that sort of stuff. Morbid humour is strictly for within the four walls of Tarkov, and the dark, gloomy series Lando likes them to watch on Netflix.

Max relents, reaching a hand between his legs to alter Lando’s angle so every thrust hits against the underside of his dick, brushes his balls. It feels good like that, like the warm and spongy parts are doing what they should.

“Like that, alright?”

Lando smiles, kissing over where he’s been biting, holding on for dear life as he starts to thrust properly.

“Does it feel good?”

Max sighs, closes his eyes. It always makes him feel a bit funny, how much Lando wants it to be good for both of them. It’d almost be easier if he didn’t care, wasn’t watching Max to make sure he’s satisfying him, wasn’t hell bent on making him his fucking wife, on top of the sex and the banter and the good chat.

He reaches out and takes Lando’s hand, threading their fingers together over his knee.

“Yeah, mate. It does.”

He jerks himself lazily, knuckles knocking against the head of Lando’s dick as it pokes obscenely through his thighs. Max thinks it looks a bit stupid. Would be hot with a girl, all smooth skin and cunt out, but his thighs just look messy, hair plastered down and sticky with it.

It only gets worse when he comes, striping his stomach, getting it in the smattering of hair on his chest. Lando’s reaction is immediate, reaching over to scrape his hand through the puddle, smearing it down Max until he can coat his dick in it, adding to the mess between his legs.

“Bob, for fuck’s sake,” Max is less forgiving now he’s come, and the fun’s over entirely. “It’s like a bog down there now.”

“S’good,” Lando says, voice dreamy, biting his lip into his mouth in a way that makes Max’s traitorous arsehole clench, fuck’s sake. “You’re so wet.”

“What,” Max laughs, nervous. “Like a girl?”

Lando nods furiously, as Max squeezes a bit tighter, using all the strength in his legs to make the hole as tight as possible. 

It’s enough for Lando to come, striping Max’s chest, his neck, his face.

“Yeah, bit like a girl, fuck.” Lando slumps forward. “That was so hot.”

Max closes his eyes, squeezing at the stranglehold of Lando’s fingers on his knee, and swallows it all down, deep, where he doesn’t touch.

“Next time,” he says quietly. “You can do it up the arse.”

[gnohomotho]

Hi may I request for a Hwang Jun-ho x plus size reader fic with some fluff please (she tries on a dress and it's a little tight and she is insecure about it but Jun-ho loves the way it looks on her )

Thank you ♥️♥️

Oh, Anon, of course!

(And...have you been spying on me every morning because this is incredibly on point - thank you for such a request and I hope you feel absolutely stunning in every single dress you try on! ♥)

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Exactly as You Are ♥

Pairing: Hwang Jun-ho x fem!reader Summary: As the prompt says, with some changing room drama. And fluff. Warnings: F L U F F and some body descriptions, kissing, touching, caressing, sensitive body parts described and snuggled, you get my diabetic drift. Word count: 2k A/N: Thank you for such a beautiful prompt! ♥ Truly! Sartemy and body image issues go together like the Hwang brothers and my readers. Gorgeous gif by @kdramaxoxo If you like my writing, I appreciate every like // reblog // comment // follow // message! ♥ It keeps the blog going! Thank you! ♥ Masterlist ฅ^._.^ฅ

You wanted to be perfect. You wanted to be perfect for him, with him, and for…you.

Well.

Not even perfect, when it came to you.

As you watched yourself in the mirror, the same blunt sadness you know so well took over.

Just enough. I want to be enough. Not perfect. Not stunning.

Just enough.

This was the third dress.

It was beautiful on the rack - frilly, soft, elegant but still very feminine without bordering on gaudy. And now…you looked at your chest and somehow, it seemed your ribcage was twice the size of what it should be. Your stomach, which Jun-ho loved, was ostentatiously making a little mound where you were sure a straight stomach should be. Your legs hidden by the fabric still showed slightly in the way your thighs, which he definitely adored, shaped the falling cloth.

Every time you went somewhere with Jun-ho, he was so careful and respectful. And so honest. If he introduced you, he was beaming, always laying a hand around your waist and kissing your cheek, that smile positively radiating. He was so proud to be with you, he said. You smiled a little sadly to yourself.

He didn't even have to say it. His entire demeanour yelled it.

And you tried to believe him.

You really did.

But sometimes, it got to you. You saw the looks of other women passing you.

You saw the attention he got even if you were together.

And when you tried to dress up for an occasion, it seemed like the universe decided to have a catwalk day - each woman you saw felt like a presentation of all you hated about yourself. And you didn't hate them, nor did you feel jealous - you felt an odd sense of awe and profound sadness.

You weren't letting him down; you were letting yourself down too.

You had fought with yourself long enough and put your body through hell. Not to mention your mind.

And now, trying to find a dress for an occasion…something that should be happy and full of pride…just made you feel awful.

Your phone lit up, lying on the little bench next to both mirrors. Three hands reached down to it, you tried to avoid every reflection.

"Are you alright in there, sweetheart? It's been a while and I didn't want to barge in. Not very good at blending in with pretty girls. I'm outside. Kisses. More kisses. Even more kisses."

You smile into the phone, look up, and your face drops with your shoulders.

"I'm alright," you type fast, "just having a hard time with the mirrors and dresses. Maybe we should try somewhere else. Thank you. Love you. So much."

Before you even put the phone down, it lights up again.

"Police officer coming through."

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It wasn't even a minute before the fabric of the cabin softly pulled an inch to one side, held by a strong hand that was as gentle as it was urgent.

"Y/N? Oh, thank God, this is the third one I've tried!"

As he sees your face, Jun-ho settles on a gentle smile, resting his head against the wall, still looking like he's peaking behind the curtain. As he carefully steps inside the small space and shuts the curtains again, he focuses on you and nothing but you.

So very elegant. Still playful. Guard all the way down. Just.

Your Jun-ho.

He could melt you with a single look in those gorgeous dark eyes and you felt like you were just chucked into the ninth circle of hell. He sees your nervous look and immediately goes for damage control.

"I'm joking, I'm joking…I'd know those gorgeous feet anywhere—"

You playfully shush him, trying not to blush.

"I mean," he muses playfully, in a mumbled whisper, "standing around peeking into ladies dressing rooms looks even worse than scanning every woman's ankle to find the prettiest one, but…" he catches your elbows and moves into your forearms, caressing every inch there and back reassuringly, “…I seem to have some luck on my side. Along with the prettiest girl at my side.”

You nudge your head into his chest and try not to sound sad.

"I doubt you'd look for the prettiest girl and find me. Maybe you should check again."

He softly sways with you, gently holding on, his chest and heart quieting your own hurried mind. Jun-ho kisses your hair and hums to you:

"Ah, well, that's where you're wrong, darling. I am risking my uniform, my badge, and my honour – I'd never do that for just any ankles. That's why I double checked."

Jun-ho looks down at your bare feet, at the fabric gracing your shins, and his eyes momentarily stop as they glide to your thighs.

"Do excuse me, young lady, I think the department has grown too methodical – I might need to triple check."

Jun-ho makes a little show of patting you down, from your waist down your thighs down to your knees and ankles – and straightens again, smiling at you, eyes beaming into yours. You try to shake off the saddened feeling and bring attention elsewhere.

"Shhh, if someone catches you here, I'm going to be seen by another person and judged, you're going to be considered a deviant, hush! And you know I am incredibly law-abiding and would never lie to an officer."

You add a little sadly, "just let me get out of this dress and go somewhere else. If that's OK, darling. Just. Turn around. Please."

Jun-ho leaves his joking demeanour at the door when he sees the situation is nowhere near as starry eyed as he is, peaking at you.

He looked you over once more, slower this time, the smile growing smaller and more genuine.

The stars in his eyes might as well had turned to hearts.

"Y/N, we can go somewhere else, but…you're so beautiful. I mean the dress is gorgeous, but it's…you that is wearing it. And you who…" he steps away for a moment, just enough to not disturb the heavy fabric curtain, "oh wow."

He stands there, still holding you lightly at arm's length, looking at you. Jun-ho's eyes travel slowly from your chin, to your shoulders, to your chest, to your waist and tummy, and down, then up again, repeating once more.

"Oh…wow," he whispers.

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"Please stop," you huddle up, covering your chest with your crossed arms and trying to be smaller against yourself, "I appreciate what you're trying to do, Jun-ho, but it's not going to work. Sorry. I have eyes."

The young man looks at you through a flurry of black hair softly lining his brows, those deep dark eyes momentarily sharpening as they do when he's either concentrating or not too glad. Must be a family thing.

"Y/N, last time I checked, I also have eyes. And last time I checked, I crashed into the most beautiful woman's changing room without mistake."

As if to underline his words, you both turn as you hear footsteps clacking against the floor.

"Officer, you weren't too careful, were you?" You whisper and would almost laugh. But you really don't want to be found in a dressing room with your sweet boyfriend – dress aside, you'd probably want to disappear right about now. But Jun-ho is faster.

Without a word, he lets go of you and softly, ever so softly kisses your forehead and guides you to the bench. Trying not to giggle with that gorgeous smile you love so much, he hurriedly gestures for you to get up and can’t help but lift you as you make a step, his hands as gentle as they are strong and devoted to you. He makes sure you’re steady just in time – a pair of heels stands outside the dressing room curtain.

"Is everything alright, miss…Mister…?"

Jun-ho clears his throat trying not to laugh.

"Oh, more than alright, this shirt is giving me some trouble and I keep trying to talk myself into this colour."

He looks at the dresses on the rack and you have to put a palm in front of your mouth to keep silent and not laugh.

"I was just on the phone with my superior,” Jun-ho continues, “and he keeps insisting pink just isn't my colour, I'm so sorry for disturbing the other customers."

Your eyebrows are speaking their own language at his every word, now positively trying to reach your hairline. The shopkeeper merely apologises and you hear the heels walk away again. You look at your boyfriend again, and he’s wearing that look – that satisfied look that reminds you of a cat that stole the last fish and is proudly parading it around town for everyone to see its luck.

"Shhh, stay there, that's the perfect position," Jun-ho whispers to you and closes the distance between you both.

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You're now looking down at him, thanks to your new high ground, and look into those beautiful dark eyes and that sweet, honestly adorable look. The dress brushes your ankles as he moves closer. Perfectly contrasted against his dark clothing.

Jun-ho takes your hand and kisses your fingers. One by one. He then wraps his other arm around your waist and softly lays his head against your tummy. You want to – but don't step back. You'd step into the mirror.

"Let me be your eyes, sweetheart.”

He caresses the small of your back and nudges into you with his cheek.

“Yours are a little faulty."

Before you reply, he mimics a "shh" gesture and rests back on you, holding you, listening to you, softly laying against you.

"You're so adorable. Is it the dress?"

You half nod.

"Is it too revealing?"

You don't nod.

"Is it too tight?"

You nod.

"You don't feel good about it, do you?"

You nod.

"It's not the dress, really, is it?"

Very slowly you point your chin down.

"Shake your head if you want me to stop, ok?" Jun-ho waits patiently for your consent and when you nod, he kisses you through the fabric. Laying a hand on each side of your hips, he looks up. As if he’s revering you.

“I don’t think there’s a dress on this Earth that could do you justice.”

You try to smile, not quite believing his words.

“You’re not too much, Y/N. You’re perfect. You’re my perfect, beautiful girl. I love her, from her toes to the top of her head.”

Jun-ho kisses your tummy through the dress, and caresses your back, all around to your hips and slides a hand respectfully down your thigh.

“I love your legs, just the way they are. I love your tender hips so much I have to keep myself from always always always touching them. I love your stomach – it’s absolutely adorable, it’s soft…lovely…just like you. It’s just perfect. I have to physically keep myself from snuggling you half to death – and I can’t get enough. When you’re lying down with me and I can feel your skin on mine – I don’t think there’s a feeling that can compare.”

Jun-ho straightens and slides his hands to your shoulders, gently caressing your collarbones with his thumbs and moving to your shoulders, then neck as he continues:

“Your shoulders are so beautiful I want to kiss them each time you turn your back. Your chest is gorgeous, the little dip in your neck when you laugh is perfect to caress, Y/N...I love every inch of you. This dress only graciously underlines everything I love so much. A perfect outline for my perfect girl.”

“Are you sure?” You try to sound as if you’re not melting in full view.

“Oh, I’ll give you sure, little lady.”

Jun-ho snuggles you then and there, cuddling you to himself, hands caressing and holding every inch he just described.

“Just wait till I get you home, this dress may be gorgeous but I have something to prove to everything under it.”

You step down and lean your head up, so glad to be in his arms again. Jun-ho kisses you – softly, tenderly, and for what seems like so long yet ending too soon – and sways with you again, almost humming to himself. He looks so…content. You close your eyes and smile. Truly smile. Warmth budding in your chest against his.

“You’re so pretty,” he hums to himself, “so pretty inside and out.”

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