#And it was hard cos there's no decent pics

[wistfulpoltergeist]

Okay, Dean, your day has finally come! ;D

Who's Dean?

[ugartecoco]

as a veryyy big haikyuu fan im now incredibly curious about ur bvb comparisons pls share if there are any players whose hq character vibes Stand Out to u!!

-ballondnaur

omgggg someone interested sdjkhjds thankuuu 😙🖤💛 i dont think i have enough braincells to do everyone but here are the ones that stand out to me:

marco - suga (the mom, may not start every match but is super reliable when coming on, the glue that holds the team together on and off the pitch) mats - kuroo (competitive, kinda looks out for the kids in a dad way, always provoking others and expressing his opinions aka arguing lmao, kinda funny sometimes but no one wants to admit it, insert pic of him going 'ah, youth') füllkrug/donny - asahi (very good at scoring but sometimes flop under pressure cos they are soft bois) kobel - daichi (team would literally crumble without him dsjkdh, is responsible and thoughtful but when he gets mad...run) karim - goshiki (ambitious and has the potential to be so good but gets overconfident, however hes backed by his teammates so he just has to keep working hard!!!) gio/jamie/mouki - hinata (actual sunshines, are underestimated *cough* edin *cough*, THE star boys) süle - aone (looks scary but is a sweetheart, has the feeling of a trustworthy authority figure so people listen to him) ryerson - akaashi (smart af, also mentally cos i feel like he reads people well?? like their emotions etc, wears glasses at some point if i remember correctly jnkskf) brandt/sabi - tanaka (imo i dont think they are excellent in any specific skill but are overall decent, tenacious and carry the team when energy is down) schlotti - bokuto (very friendly, very good but makes stupid mistakes, not sure about the mood swings but he gets very expressive at refs lmao, also he just kinda looks like him?? with the platinum hair)

wrote this from the top of my head so they might not be accurate and well thought out so let me know your opinions + other player comparisons if you have any!!! 💞🤸‍♀️🐝

[tired-biscuit]

So kiba decides to “accidentally” video tape him and his longtime gf getting steamy one night, and when she finds the video she’s livid but then she gets super turned on and they get it on again while watching the tape🥵 and knowing kibas careless ass the video would probably leak too😭😭

lol I’ve had this drabble idea for a minute idk if it’s too much or not!

oh love, it definitely ain't too much!! thoughts are all under the cut; they're pure chaos tho <3

18+ mdni, fem!reader

i feel like he'd ask if he could record you doing the dirty like as a joke at first (cos he ain't a bastard that would tape you without your consent), but when you'd tell him yes, that you've been together for so long that you suppose you'd be fine with it, he'd be like "wait... hmmmm" and would keep it in the back of his mind for so long you'd literally just forget about it.

however, he wouldn't forget. no way, it's something new and kinky, of course horny™️ kiba wouldn't.

so one day he'd just whip his phone out and would place it as conveniently as he's able across the room. watching the video later, you'd literally be able to see his lil' face focusing so hard; brow furrowed and the bridge of his nose all crinkled up while those fat fingers of his keep hitting the camera as he keeps readjusting it dskfjdklfjdkslfj HE'S SUCH A CLUMSY DORK AHAHAHA

he'd drag you into the bedroom, all eager like a little puppy. fondle you all nicely, kissing you way more than he usually does; taking his time with you all slow and steady which is so not the norm for him. he'd undress you so fucking slow, would run his hands all over your body - warming up your skin with every touch. you'd start asking him what's up and he'd just shush you instead.

he'd literally slam the living fuck out of you in that same steady pace. like, he'd make you pull all these adorably flustered faces while pounding into you from behind, making sure you'd be facing the damn phone even though you'd have no clue about it. he'd drag the sluttiest of moans out of your throat; would put in all the effort he's able. almost like he's making a show out of it, hmm?

also, yeah. he'd definitely jerk it to the vid so many times. just imagining him stroking his dick to a vid of us makes me all sdjkfhdsjlkfklds.... ffs, he'd be so in love.

you'd find it on his phone right in the middle of his gallery, unlocked and everything (careless bastard, of course) whilst searching for an actually decent pic (by decent i mean that it isn't completely blurry for once, yay) that he took of you a few weeks back and that you wanted to post on instagram. instead, you find your fine ass getting slammed by your oh, so lovely bf in 4K.

literally, he's obliterating your pussy. just watching yourself being so thoroughly ravaged by a beast like him is enough to make you hot all over.

and when you confront him about it after he's done with his shower, a frying pan in your hand because you're so fucking ready to kill him, he just gives you the stupidest look, like, "what...? i asked if you'd be cool with it a while back, didn't i?"

you're pointing the pan at him, ready to swing and losing your shit, "IDIOT, YOU HAVE TO ASK WHEN YOU PLAN TO RECORD, I DIDN'T THINK YOU WERE ACTUALLY BEING SERIOUS!"

he's a moron, he really is. you argue for a bit but with the passing minutes and the evident confusion that just won't leave his face, you realize that he actually meant no harm with it. his innocent stupidity becomes funny as you sort it out. he apologizes, of course and you watch the video while trying not to hide your face into his t-shirt from sheer and utter embarrassment, even though he's more than happy to show you his favourite parts.

"look, i made you cum so fuckin' good here! i love the noises you make when you cum, baby..." - he knows the damn vid by heart, bless him.

and he really does love the noises. as you sit on his lap, wrapped in his embrace and with your eyes glued to the screen of his phone, you feel him growing hard underneath you. steady and profound. he's just that attracted to you and he really does love you so much. it's almost cute in a way.

but you're still so pissed at him.

so, you pour your frustrations out by sucking the literal soul out of his body. you let him record it all; this time with full knowledge of what you're getting yourself into.

and when you push him onto the bed, making that fat cock of his all snug between your tight walls, you make sure to flip the camera and turn him into the star of the show for a little while, too.

all vain and arrogant, kiba is more than happy to oblige by smiling the prettiest, most dazed grin that grows so fucking big as soon as you start to bounce.

ALSO PLS LMFAOOOOOOO, HE'D DEF LEAK IT COMPLETELY BY ACCIDENT; WOULD SEND IT TO THE GROUPCHAT INSTEAD OF A MEME JDSHFJKDSHFJK

YOU'D JUST HEAR A LITTLE "oh, fuck" AND WOULD START GETTING READY TO BEAT HIS ASS WITH THAT FUCKIN PAN, BYE

[iseemeenow]

I'm an older gentleman. 6ft medium build, for my age I'm in decent shape. 7" cut.

I've been curious for a long time. I would like to explore another man's cock with the encouragement of a woman. I would do this with my wife but she wouldn't understand. I'm hoping to find a like-minded couple on this site. Discretion is paramount, so I will not post pics. I will send pics upon request and expect the same in kind. Oral, anal, fucklicking, pegging. There's not much I'm not willing to try. If there's a scenario you've been interested in, let's talk about it. You'll get no judgement from me. If you're in the COS area, in decent shape and hubby has a 6"+ cut cock and is open to throatfucking a first time cocksucker while his wife eggs us on, hit me up and lets share our perverted ideas. I can only do this during weekdays, you host. I'm also willing to go to Pueblo. Let's have some fun!!!

I guess I don't have enough characters, so I'm going to share a fantasy.

The wife and I are in a sixty-nine. My head (and her pussy) is near the edge of the bed. Husband walks in, shocked and angry, he orders us to stay put while he strips and shoves his hard cock in her pussy from behind while I'm licking her, my tongue lapping at her clit while hubby's slamming his cock in her. My tongue wanders up, feeling his cock slide in and out of her sopping hole. Hubby pulls out holding his engorged member in front of my mouth. "Your turn" he says as I open wide feeling another mans cock enter my mouth for the first time, tasting a mix of pussy and man meat. It's intoxicating. I'm lying back, my head hanging over the bed to give him a better angle to face fuck me. He pushes his swollen member in my mouth. I start to gag, he backs off then suddenly shoves it in, past my gag reflex, his balls resting on my forehead. Holding it there for a few seconds then pulls out all the way out. The sudden emptiness shocks me. I want more. The wife comes around. Hubby says "come here and get on your knees real close. I want you to see this". Now your mouth is mine. My pussy to do what I want. I'm going to fuck face til I cum and you're going to swallow every last drop. Do you understand? Yes. Yes what? Yes, I'm going to swallow every last drop. Now beg for it. Please sir! Fuck my throat til you cum! (I was loving this)he turns to his wife "get my dick nice and hard for your lover" she starts sucking him while I watch. I was actually a little jealous. Once he was fully erect he pulled out. "Now, open wide cocksucker" "suck it" the wife says. I open up. His girthy member filling my mouth, slick with the wife's saliva. Slowly pushing in. I feel his balls on my forehead. He starts sawing his meaty cock in and out of my throat. You ready cocksucker? He pulls out til just the head is in my mouth. The first jet of hot seman hits my tongue, then a second, third, fourth, fifth filling my mouth with hot jiz. Now swallow all of it cocksucker. I do so, tasting another mans cum for the first time, but not the last.

If this sounds fun, let me know.

[welcometogrouchland]

for the character ask, Willow and Amity!!!

Willow!

favorite thing about them: I love a lot of things about her! But for now I'll be a bit general and say her arc of continuing to get back up and prove people wrong. I wanna call it perseverance or strength, but it's more like stubbornness lmao. In the early episodes she's prone to defeatism and that's such a far cry from who she is now. She gained hope and belief in herself and leant into the righteous anger she felt watching people she loves be treated like dirt! AUGH I love her

least favorite thing about them: ooh not sure. Maybe that early episode defeatism? Both in an encouraging way where I want her to get back up but also in the sense of "GIRL THIS ISN'T YOUR FAULT NOR THE END OF THE WORLD. TALK TO SOMEONE ABT THINGS!!!" You can see it a bit in for the future too where she interprets hunters ambiguous response ("I don't know") as negative. It's the warped self perception for me /j

favorite line: GRRR THAT'S HARD!! I'm not in encyclopedia mode rn but rn I'm thinking of some lines from Understanding Willow ("you said I was hurting Willow? I was just finishing what you started!" And "it's...a start"). uhh there's also "not if I never look down!" and "it'll be 52 weeks before Caleb's next day off"

brOTP: JUST ONE??? SHE HAS SO MANY GOOD FRIENDSHIPS MAN!!! But either her and Luz or her and Gus

OTP: sigh. Huntlow (I am predictable)

nOTP: her and Boscha. I wasn't in the fandom much during season 1 but I really never got it even back then. That is not a girl who's mean bc she likes you that is a highschool war criminal

random headcanon: OUGH I'VE HAD SO MANY OVER TIME AND NOW I'M BLANKING! Uhh would like magical girl anime (cardcaptor sakura and sailor moon specifically I think). Likes hyperpop and riot grrrl bc it releases her repressed rage and scratches her brain

Unpopular opinion: OKAY I get it. I also want willow to go apeshit, to have her catharsis and maim and kill. But some people characterize Willow as a lot more bitter than she is to compensate for this and I personally don't care for it, lol. It's Awful or anything it's just Not My Girl. She would not fucking say that

song i associate with them: CRIES. SO MANY!! Mona Lisa my mxmtoon

favorite picture of them:

^ this Dana pic!! There's more but I don't wanna make this any longer

Amity!

favorite thing about them: probably how far she's come from being a lonely, image obsessed girl who lashed out at others to a pretty silly but ultimately very emotionally mature person. She takes care of people more often now, while still having learned her lesson about respect and boundaries from labyrinth runners. Also her design/aesthetic

least favorite thing about them: bit wishy washy but a lot of the early season 1 scenes of her bullying Willow, Luz and Co are like. Hard for me to watch sometimes lol. Same with her and Willow in labyrinth runners. Mean girls just hit too close to home sometimes lol.

favorite line: ECLIPSE LAKE SPEECH HANDS DOWN!!! "There are people out there who won't make you feel worthless" SO PROUD OF HER. CRYING RN

brOTP: probably her and Willow since they have the most developed platonic relationship! But also her moments with Matt in for the future lmao (also Gus and Raine. In my head)

OTP: sigh. Lumity (I am predictable. Again)

nOTP: ooh I'm not sure I really have one! At least one that's based in personal squicks/opinions and not stuff like. Shipping her with men. If that's the case though, Amity/Hunter. Gag

random headcanon: she used to play piano as a kid! Was decent at it too even if she only got to play classical. But when she committed to abominations her mom cut her off of her lessons and pushed her away from it since there was no "practical use" for it anymore, not like Amity was going into the bard track. She gets back into it post-canon though :] would also like to jump off that starting point and play bass

unpopular opinion: hhh okay. While I think they could've made things more explicit/dwelled upon/whatever in order to communicate more clearly to the audience, I'm overall fine with the direction they took in Amity's "redemption arc". Bc like. She's just a highschool bully who's already being punished by her family when the audience can't see her. The solution to this would not be to punish her more. Maybe she should've gotten to talk things out more, somebody once pointed out that, in the main big redemption arcs in TOH, nobody really says sorry (ON SCREEN. Apologies are very much implied), just makes a gesture and does better, which I understand but also I like apologies they give closure. But overall I prefer them just giving her the chance to follow through on her promises.

song i associate with them: Babyface by fresh maybe?

favorite picture of them: I DONT HAVE IT RN BUT THE FACE SHE MAKES WHEN BOSCHA GETS DOWN ON ONE KNEE IN FOR THE FUTURE AND SHE GOES "heh????" IT'S SO FUNNY

[anotherfauxredhead]

30 Reasons Why I'm Childfree: #7

Seven more days oh God I got a full week left with my tubes

Anyway...

I Ain't Sacrificing Shit For A Kid!

I've been in the workforce longer than I have lived without having to worry about work. Had my first job when I was in my early teens, and I never stopped working since then. I've held many jobs over the years, and I'm grateful to still have my decent-paying job (that I've been with for over 10 years) where I work with clients that actually respect me. The earnings from my job allow me to have my own little home, pay off debts (some, not all, but still), get my own car, and freely pursue my hobbies and interests without anyone or anything tying me down.

If I had a child, I'd face two possibilities: working twice as hard to support my baby, or needing to stay at home to take care of my baby. I'd sacrifice my well-being and physicality in the former, and I'd sacrifice my job and own earnings (and also well-being) in the latter. Either option is as appealing as maggot-infested roadkill.

I mentioned this story in a previous reason, but when I heard of a former co-worker having money troubles because she quit her job to be a stay-at-home mom, my very first thought was: that will not be me, and will never be me! What's funny was that when her baby was born, she shared a pic of her baby on our jobsite's personal messaging system. Everyone "awww"ed over it, but months later, word got out that she and her husband were facing money problems. I knew who was siphoning their earnings, but of course no one else (especially the mombies) at work will say what it was.

The only thing I'll be sacrificing when I get my bisalp a week from now are my usual earnings I get from working. I may not be used to not working for two weeks, but given that I haven't taken a day off since March this year, the repose will be welcomed. (Also, thank goodness for all the PTO I hoarded!)

[erithacuscreations]

12/22 Update

Hey guys. It’s been a wild month for me! My car kicked the bucket and I got a new one with some help from my family. It’s bittersweet because we were gonna replace the car anyways, but my partner and I were really attached to her. But it’s fine! I’ve got a new one! And it’s green!

Work has been busy but not overwhelming, which I’m glad for this time of year. I’m almost wishing for more hours haha. I’m not off again until Christmas Day, and I still don’t know if I’ll get to see my family since I won’t get next weeks schedule until Friday, but I’m hoping I can.

I haven’t really gotten anything done in the art department lately. I’ve had decent time to do stuff it’s just… split up over the course of the day, and I have a hard time working when I don’t have hours laying out in front of me to use for art. I haven’t been having much fun either: I have maybe tried gaming a handful of days the past month or so. I finally unlocked co-op in Genshin but I haven’t gotten around to advancing the storyline yet hehe… I have really been wanting to get back into Pokémon Legends Arceus too, but I feel like I can’t justify gaming while I work so little on art. I need to stop mindlessly scrolling social media but damn is the constant stimulation addicting.

Uhhhh other updates… my pets are doing good! The cats are all behaving exactly as expected and being very cute about it, I need to get better at sharing pics of them to my personal social media accounts bc they’re always doing something photo-worthy. Our little crestie is doing well too, we’re trying a new flavor of food for her to see if she likes it. She’s a nice healthy weight though, eats her CGD like a champ. Isopods are doing good too, for the most part! All my Thai Spikeys died off, which I’m sad about because that’s like $300 worth of bugs. On the other hand, I didn’t pay that much for them, and the two species I got with them are thriving and reproducing, so I got way more than my money’s worth in the end. In fact, minus the Spikeys, everybody is thriving! I’m going to need to start selling soon. 😵‍💫 If you live in Texas and want isopods, I’m your guy.

Anyways uhhhh I’m hoping I can at least finish up the detail shots on this ref sheet before the year ends, but I promise I won’t beat myself up (too much) if that doesn’t happen. Once I get that finished I’ll be doing a raffle! Not sure what to offer as prizes so maybe suggest what you would like to see? Once I get back in the swing of actually working on multiple things a week, I may update more than once monthly. I tend to update my personal accounts more often than my art accounts, so if you want to see more non-art content you can follow me on Tumblr, Twitter, and Instagram @ ErithacusRou. Thinking of opening my art discord server again too… Let me know if you’re interested!

WOW this entry got long. Thanks for reading, and I hope your holiday season treats you well!

[fkinavocado]

in which Harry owns a candy store and he just loves giving good girls special treats… especially after closing time (candyman!Harry)

Warning: 18+, smut, slight age gap (younger male/older female), dark!harry

Hard candy- Masterlist / alternatively, read on wattpad

Part 2 (Word count: 3.6k)

“But he always gives out the best candy!” Roger whined “Why can’t we? It’s not fair!”

“Now, now. You got plenty of candy already, your teeth are going to rot and fall off”

“My new ones, too?”

“Especially your new ones”

“Daddy wouldn’t do this, why are you being mean?” Rebecca muttered and Gabrielle stopped in her tracks, taken aback

“Mean? Where’s this coming from?”

The little girl scoffed, looking away and Gabrielle furrowed her brows. Not even a full day in since her divorce papers arrived and she was already being compared to their dad. The kids didn’t even know yet! What was going to happen when they found out, if they already preferred their father over her?

In truth, she was avoiding Harry, the neighbor who “always gives out the best candy”. Mainly because, well, she’d just made out with him an hour back. And also, because she’d improvised for her own costume, and was now dressed as a, unbeknownst to the kids, slutty nurse. They of course thought she was just a regular nurse. She would have to make sure to dispose of any evidence from this year’s Halloween lest they saw the pics years down the line and cast judgement on their mother.

She’d forgotten about Halloween this year, which meant she’d forgotten about the kids’ costumes (and her co-worker Chris had helped her raid the shops in search for some last minute ones), she’d forgotten about the candy for the trick-or-treaters (and she’d gone to Harry’s house in hopes to burrow some of the candy he sold at his store down town, before thing had… uhm, escalated), so, of course she’d also forgotten about a costume for herself. She’d hoped the kids wouldn’t notice, but of course they protested and wouldn’t leave the house before she put on her own disguise, and although she tried to just throw on a white bedsheet with two holes for the eyes, the kids didn’t love her ghost interpretation so, drastic measures had to be taken.

She’d tried to make it as tame as possible, and instead of the latex red miniskirt the costume had come with (needless to say, it hadn’t been originally bought from a Halloween themed store) she put on a regular white skirt she owned, that was, thankfully, covering her ass cheeks, but still it only made it up to her mid-thigh. The blouse only buttoned up to underneath her breasts, so she wore a tank top underneath, and well, there was that silly hat to go with it as well. A fake stethoscope around her neck (why nurses had to wear one, she had no clue), and she skipped the gartered stockings of course, opting for knee high white boots to cover up most of her overly-exposed legs.

It was… not as decent as she would’ve liked, and she caught some women giving her a side eye while trick or treating while their husbands ogled her unabashedly, but it was just another piece to the puzzle that was making this day one of the worst of her life.

Except for that kiss. She couldn’t say she’d hated that. Not at all.

But still. She couldn’t show up like that to his door, she could only imagine what Harry would presume if she did.

“Moooom!”

She snapped out of her train of thought, looking down at her son that was yanking at her arm impatiently “Please, please! He’s nice and his candy is the best, come on! Just his house and then we’ll go home, it’s right next door anyway…”

Gabrielle glanced over at her daughter, who was still giving her the cold shoulder then back to her son that was giving her his best rendition of puppy dog eyes and exhaling, she felt her shoulders sag in defeat “Okay. Fine. Let’s go…”

She reluctantly made her way to Harry’s front door behind her overly enthusiastic kids, and she was kicking herself every step of the way for caving in and agreeing to this. Before she could even reach behind them properly, they’d already rung the bell and were buzzing for him to answer the door.

Upon opening the door, Harry’s eyes promptly went to Gabrielle’s eyes, then slowly down her body, eventually peeling his gaze off of her and focusing on the kids

“Trick or treat?”

“Hey, guys! How’s it going? Let’s see. Don’t tell me. You’re… Thor. Am I right?”

“Yeah!” Roger cast his fake hammer upward, nearly hitting Harry right in the jaw as he’d crouched to be eye level with the kids. Better than getting hit in the nuts, though.

“And you’re… Wednesday Adams, right?” he tried to make it seem as though it wasn’t as easy to guess

“Yeah” Rebecca smiled, breaking out of character for a bit

Harry smiled back and sat up straight, his eyes going back to Gabrielle “And your mom is…” he made a show out of scanning her up and down several times, pretending to ponder and she gawked at him, wishing the ground would open up and swallow her whole “A very… convincing nurse, wouldn’t you say?”

“She almost didn’t have a costume!” Roger chimed in “She took forever finding something of her own clothes, so it’s not really a costume, it’s just stuff she had already lying around…”

“Oh, is she really a nurse then?”

“No” Roger furrowed his brows

Gabrielle cleared her throat as Harry chuckled to himself knowingly “Anyway, say goodbye to mister Styles, see you next year!”. She grabbed a hold of both her kids’ hands and made to turn around but Harry cut in

“Wait, didn’t get to give them the candy yet! Whew nurse, you’re in a rush tonight, aren’t you? Are you on call?”

The kids laughed and Gabrielle felt her blush ignite her skin. Harry wasn’t done yet though “Cause if not, I have something I’d like you to look at. It’s been bothering me for about an hour or so. Getting really painful”

“She’s not a real nurse, dummy!” Roger giggled and Gabrielle could hear Rebecca scoff under her breath “Not the brightest crayon in the box”.

Gabrielle shot him a look, pleading for him to cut it out and after he bit his lower lip he finally ended her suffering, giving the kids their candy and waving them goodbye, but insisted he’d wait out till they made it safely over to their house. She knew, of course, that he was doing it just to stare at her ass as she walked away, under the pretense of being a thoughtful neighbor.

She unlocked the door to their house and before she went inside after her kids, she glanced over to his house and saw him still there, leaning against the door frame. He gestured with his head, as if inviting her over and she momentarily froze, looking at him. He then raised his eyebrows almost as if to ask if she would or not. To which she panicked, and promptly went inside, slamming the door shut behind her.

*

The kids had gone to bed without fussing, which was to be expected, as they’d feasted on candy and now they were going through the sugar crash. They were fast asleep in under 30 minutes, which was a rarity, but one that Gabrielle welcomed especially after the day she’d had.

She went into her bedroom and was met with the king size bed, one in which she’d have to sleep alone yet again. And for god knows how long.

She peeked out the window and saw the lights on at Harry’s house, which was to be expected, it was barely 10pm. Had he been serious? Did he really invite her over?

Was she really considering this?

She went to undress in their walk-in closet, her clothes to the side and her husband’s… or soon to be ex, on the other. She hadn’t even noticed how little of his stuff was still there anymore. He’d slowly taken stuff away and had never brought them back, and she hadn’t even noticed.

What else hadn’t she noticed? Had it all been so blatantly obvious?

She looked at herself in the full length mirror there and bereted herself again for having gone out dressed like that. She remembered when she’d first gotten that costume and surprised her husband with it.

She also remembered how he hadn’t even been all that impressed.

Rage engulfed her suddenly. She felt like setting fire to what little he’d left behind of his stuff. Felt like getting rid of any trace of evidence that he’d ever lived in that house, that they’d ever been a family. But she couldn’t, for their kids’ sake.

What she could do, however, was go let the neighbor next door fuck her brains out. If that kiss they’d shared was any indicative, this was a man that could distract her from her pitiful drama, even for just a little while.

And why the fuck not? He was clearly interested, and the papers were drawn, her marriage was over. David was never coming back, and for the first time, she realized, she didn’t even want him back. She thought they could work it through, but could she truly ever get over his infidelity? Maybe, had he not had a kid on the way. It shouldn’t have mattered, but it did. She could’ve turned a blind eye on a fling, but this woman he’d been fucking was about to give him a child. There was no pretending with a constant reminder of his infidelity.

She found herself climbing the stairs down into the hallway, and stopped herself right before she got out the front door. What was she doing? Surely she couldn’t really go through with it.

Her heart was racing, and she just couldn’t seem to snap out of it. She kept looking for reasons not to go over to Harry’s, but she was drawing a blank. There was no reason not to. Absolutely none.

Except, she maybe didn’t want the whole neighborhood to know. To them, she was still Mrs. Evans. With that in mind, she turned on her heel and just before she went back upstairs she walked right by the staircase and into the kitchen, and then out the backdoor.

The temperature had dropped a bit, and she felt her skin prickle, but the adrenaline kept her blood warm. Obviously there was no way to get to Harry’s backdoor other than to climb the fence. But since David had neglected their garden’s landscape, there was easy access to the fence through the bushes. She just had to place one foot across, and then—

She fell onto the other side of the fence with a loud thud, and she hoped upon hope that Harry hadn’t heard it. The last thing she wanted was to appear desperate in any way. Yes, she wanted him to fuck her, but she didn’t want him to know she needed to be thoroughly fucked.

And so, before she could even really get the chance to talk herself out of it once more, she found herself knocking on his backdoor.

Harry opened up the door holding a fork in his mouth and Chinese takeout in his hand. He was wearing just a wifebeater and his pants from earlier, as well as his suspenders, seemingly only having removed his shirt. Her eyes were trying to take it all in, but it was just such a sensory overload.

He pulled the fork out from between his lips languidly, smirking at her “What’s the matter, nurse? Out of candy, already?”

He poked at his lower lip tauntingly with the fork as he asked her that from under raised eyebrows, and it occurred to her just then and there that- all men are the same. Really. All they ever want is novelty, excitement, God forbid they ever commit to a woman, that would just cancel out their whole manhood!

She was so done with men. Done with being the good, obedient wife, the sweetheart, the woman to cater to her man’s needs. She’d always put David’s wants and needs before herself’s and where had that led her?

That’s why she didn’t even give it a second thought before she slapped that fork out of his hand and grabbed him by the suspenders and in for a kiss. When a surprised hum vibrated against her lips and he returned the kiss just as ardently she pushed him inside and kicked the door shut behind her using her leg.

“Wouldn’t be a good nurse if I didn’t come to see my English patient and make sure he was alright, would I? You did mention something earlier about wanting me to have a look at something? Said it was getting quite painful?”

He raised his eyebrows in surprise at her forwardness. It was certainly different from their first interaction, and she was no less surprised at this sudden boost of confidence, herself “Well, see… I took it that you weren’t on call tonight, and I had to take matters into my own hands” he shrugged placing the take-out on the kitchen table beside him

Gabrielle lowered her eyes to his crotch and then raised an eyebrow “I see that hasn’t helped much, though”

He sighed “I know… It won’t seem to go away…” he pouted and she bit her lower lip in order to not giggle and break out of character

“Go lie down on the couch there and I’ll take a closer look, hm?”

“Yes, nurse!”

She followed him into his living area and watched him lay down obediently, the surprise on his face never faltering. She felt pleased with herself that she’d managed to put her nerves aside, for the time being, and she was determined to make the most out of this hook-up. She’d never done this, ever, never slept with a man she hadn’t been in love with- hell, never slept with anyone other than her husband, ex husband, so this was nerve-wracking, but, surprisingly, in all the right ways.

“Unzip for me” her voice calm with a hint of assertiveness to it, and Harry complied, unzipping his pants. She immediately saw his erection spring further up, as much as his briefs allowed for

“How does it look, nurse? How bad is it? Give me the cold, harsh truth…”

“Hard to tell. I’m going to have to take an even closer look. I’m going to palpate you now, is that okay?”

“By all means!” he smirked and she sat at the edge of the sofa, and slowly reached over his crotch and ran her fingers up and down his length “Ah, nurse… it’s getting worse” he whimpered and Gabrielle couldn’t help but notice how real that had sounded.

“Yes… I see… well… there’s only one cure for it, I’m afraid”

“Anything, I trust you. Please give me my medicine”

“Of course. Only the best for my patient”. She then reached underneath her short skirt and hooked her thumbs into her flimsy lingerie, making sure to drag it down her legs as slowly and agonizingly as possible, all the while Harry stared with hooded eyes and parted lips and slowly sat up, getting ready to undress himself

She tutted him “What are you doing?”

“…Undressing?”

“That won’t be necessary. We’ll be needing a—”

She didn’t even finish her sentence and Harry had procured from his pants’ backpocket a foil packet “Already on it, nurse”

“Put it on”

He raised his eyebrows yet again at her straight-forwardness, but did as instructed nonetheless, and when he took himself out of his briefs Gabrielle couldn’t help but gulp. She was in for a wild ride. She’d always thought David was well endowed but this was making her feel uneasy.

She cleared her throat as he put the condom on, never breaking eye contact with her “Aside from this, you should also make sure you rest, and drink plenty of fluids, to recuperate”

“Duly noted” he winked

“Beginning with right now” she got as close to the edge of the couch as possible and brought her hand to the nape of his neck, tugging at his curls there enough to bring his head forward “Let’s work on that fluid intake, shall we”

“Fuck” he groaned “You’re something else, aren’t ya?” he looked up at her and she bit her lower lip seeing how much that had turned him on. She had no idea what she was doing or how far she was willing to keep up with this little nurse/patient act, but he seemed more than ok and on board with it, so she figured she might as well make the most out of it. And she did wonder whether those pretty lips of his were as talented as they had seemed while kissing her.

Using the tips of her fingers from her free hand she slowly rucked up her skirt revealing her nakedness to him and he moaned at the sight- moaned. She’d never seen a man behave so wantonly, it was like she was hypnotizing him. Before she could even make proper room for him, he dived right in, his hands coming to her bum, holding her firmly in place and pressing her against his face. She let go of his hair and instead grabbed onto his shoulders for stability, she hadn’t expected him to go right for it like that.

“Fuck, nurse… I think you might be suffering from the same condition. Look at you… positively drenched for me, aren’t you darling?”

Gabrielle was barely hearing his muffled words, he was lapping and sucking at her like a man starved, and she certainly had never had David eat her out with such enthusiasm. She could already feel her orgasm approaching, which was absolutely unheard of in her books.

“Such a pretty little cunt, too. And wouldn’t you know it… tastes like candy, too”

Gabrielle couldn’t help but whimper at that, she’d always felt like her husband hadn’t really enjoyed going down on her and she always wondered whether she tasted bad, or smelled funny, whereas she’d always enjoyed sucking him off. But she pushed those thoughts out of her head and pushed Harry back against the sofa by his shoulders “Think you’ve had enough”

“Hardly” he groaned but watched as she straddled his thighs and seemed to have forgotten all about why he was complaining

“Now for the actual treatment, hm?”

“I’m so ready, nurse. Please take the pain away” he moaned as she felt him poking right at her entrance

And she couldn’t believe how ready she was, either. She was literally on the brink of orgasm, everything had felt so intense, what with their little role-playing and him eating her out like that. So when he reached for her neck and pulled her down and in for a kiss she couldn’t hold back anymore and sank into him without preamble; he moaned into her mouth and she cried out, he was so big that she immediately regretted having done that.

She halted her movements, trying to get used to him while he resumed kissing her even more ardently than before “Fuck, you’re so hot, how did I get this lucky, huh? My biggest fantasy, the hot MILF next door”. She moaned at his filthy words, and her ego was absolutely eating it up. She looked at him incredulously and he thrust his hips, making her whimper “Move, darling, otherwise I’m really gonna die of blue balls”

And move she did. She rode him like her life depended on it, all the while he grabbed at her ass and she held onto his suspenders for dear life, kissing sloppily, unable to keep at it for long though because the pace was just unforgiving. She wasn’t sure how her legs weren’t giving out, but the man underneath her was absolutely worth the sting that was to come the following day “That’s it, Gabrielle. Use me. Chase your high. Wanna feel you flutter all around my cock, can feel you squeezing me already”. With that, he reached his thumb over her clit and started rubbing her just right, making her drop her head back “Come on, make a mess out of these trousers, never gonna be able to wear them again and not think of how you fucked my brains out wearing them”

That sent her over the edge, and she finally came so violently that she was actually glad he was holding her to him as he did, pressing her against him, grinding her onto himself, making sure he milked all the aftershocks out of her. Her ears were ringing so loudly that she barely registered the praises he was coaxing into her ear, kissing along her neck and jawline and slowly trying to reestablish a rhythm, but she was so overstimulated and not to mention- sober, all of a sudden, that she decided that was simply not gonna do.

No, she’d been left hanging so many times, would it really kill a man to not finish for once?

That’s why she pushed herself off him, wincing at the loss, her legs shaking, but tried to look as collected as possible “And now… for the part where you need to rest” she winked at him, turning around

“What?! Gabrielle! What-where are you going?” he asked incredulously

She gave him a pointed look over her shoulder “It’s not nice being teased, is it, Harry? Nevertheless, I enjoyed this. Make sure to ice that if it gets worse!” and with a final wink, she was out the door.

Part 3

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my soulmate loves wine

part of the ‘soulmates collection’

doyoung x fem reader

others: jaemin, jeno 

genre: one-shot, soulmates au, enemies? to lovers, romance, smut, fluffy tones, phone chat (there are pics of the conversation) 

warnings: tarot readings, alcohol, swearing, insults, explicit sex scenes (oral f and m, penetration, protected and unprotected - seriously, have unprotected sex only with people you trust. if you will have unprotected sex with strangers, i will manifest in the room and besides it being absolutely embrarrassing for you, i will also smack your heads together and call you stupid - bondage, rough, spanking, hair pulling, spit swallowing, slight breeding kink, use of 'slut', dom doyoung,  sub doyoung, overstimulation f and m, edging f and m, dry humping, wet humping, mouth fucking, cum swallowing, slight exhibitionism, f solo, m solo, phone sex), doyoung has a big cock too lmao (in all of my own personal readings I always get that my soulmate has a big cock for no reason and I thought it was a funny detail)

words: 17K

tag list:  @seostudios @doyochii @doodlingpizza @eboyhyunjunreblogs​ @mina-is-babie @sorrywonwoo @peterrogers15 @delphiskpoporacle @waffletaeng @wownajaemin @shimyshimykoko @doyoung-onli @chxb03 @strawberrymilkandcigarettes @hyucksie​ @neonun-au​ @cumtrov3rsy​ 

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January 1st 2:23 am 

And if he's not my soulmate, I'd rather wander alone than touching someone else's skin, I'd rather walk this earth with no hand to hold and lift me from the ground. And if I have to heal from it and accept the universe's imposed call, I'd rather suffer from my eternally open wounds. I'll fight the stars and let them burn me, I'll let them laugh at my weakest state and I'd gladly make them erase my memory of ever existing in all of the infinite lives if I have to follow Fate. 

Doyoung felt the golden letters on the book cover in front of him and raised his eyes when he heard the crystal curtain move. 

“I wouldn’t open it if I were you.” 

A middle-aged woman was smiling at him, walking towards the table Doyoung and Jaemin were sat at. 

The room became even darker but a certain comfort engulfed Doyoung when she smiled. 

“I’ve never seen a book with a poem on the cover instead of a title.” 

“A dear friend of mine made it.” 

Her expression was calm and peaceful when she eyed the book and put her hand on it, pulling it towards herself. 

“It’s beautiful,” Doyoung looked at the worn bordeaux leather. “What’s inside?” 

“I’m glad you like it. And that’s-,” she leaned in mysteriously, “-a secret.” 

As she spoke, a little candle lit up between them and the boys both flinched. 

“Wow,” Jaemin whispered. 

Doyoung blinked at the woman then chuckled once, laughing mostly at himself for being so jumpy for no reason. That place was made to look creepy but he reminded himself that it was only a facade. 

“I’m here for a reading.” Her gaze was piercing and Doyoung realized that she hadn’t stopped looking at him since she entered the room. 

“There’s a certain resistance on your part.” Doyoung tried not to snort. “Well…” I don’t believe in these sorts of things, he wanted to say, but Jaemin suddenly laughed, slamming his palm on the table and making a decent amount of colourful stones jingle on the glass table. 

Doyoung sighed. “Sorry, my friend is very drunk.” 

“You’re also drunk as fuck,” the other pointed his finger to the first’s face, poking him in the nose as he couldn’t keep his balance. 

The woman smiled kindly as if unbothered to suddenly have two obnoxious young men trying to get a reading at two in the morning.  “This is going to be a love reading. We’ll see what the Spirit wants to tell you about your soulmate.” “Actually, I’m here for a general one? Like, I don’t know-,” Doyoung tried to find his words and looked at Jaemin. “Money and sex?” the younger one suggested before they could have another laughter fit for no apparent reason. The woman kept the corner of her lips lifted as she retrieved a beautiful tarot deck. “Would you blow on this please?” Jaemin tried to open his eyes. “Blow? Of course. Doyoung is good at blowing.” Doyoung hit him with the shoulder. “Shut the fuck up. We’ll get kicked out if you continue,” he whispered amused. Or at least he tried to whisper. The boys kept giggling for a few more moments then got serious as they eyed the spread of cards in front of them. 

The woman nodded and smiled. 

Doyoung blinked at the lady then at the cards. 

"There's mystery and magic attached to this connection. The universe wants this to be a surprise. You’ve been manifesting a lot, haven’t you?” 

The young man felt suddenly very awake. 

“Uhm, no.” 

“It’s okay if you’re not honest with me. The Spirit can see your true feelings. It’s saying that if you needed a confirmation that this is real, then here it is.”

Doyoung stared at her nail, tapping at the card and wondered how many years of training she needed to be able to read people like that since he was sure that that piece of paper could not be able to tell her anything. 

Relaxing on his chair he tried to put on the most neutral expression ever then nodded. 

Okay, it meant. Go on. 

“King of cups. Your soulmate is very in touch with their emotions. They’re going to teach you how to open up more since it’s difficult for you to express what you’re feeling.” Doyoung tightened his lips before he could wrongfully deny it. On his left, Jaemin was already sleeping with his head on the table.

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January 1st 2:23 pm 

"Will we know right away that we're each other's soulmate?" 

The Lady smiled and nodded at your widened and curious eyes. 

"You have an intense soul connection. Also, you’ll know right away because sex-,” You gulped. “-is going to be the best you’ve ever had in your whole life. He’s a very fiery person and is quite domineering, I can tell it from the King of swords. He wants to dominate you in bed, maybe pull your hair? You love it. And he definitely loves your body, especially legs and chest. He worships you and he will put you on a pedestal.” 

You felt your face warm up so you put your palms on your cheeks, trying hard to process all of that information. 

The woman continued after a little giggle to herself. “He can come off a little cocky. He thinks he’s very good in bed thanks to his natural attributes but that’s just because he’s a little insecure. Maybe consider reassuring him that he’s making you feel good?” 

Your mouth was dry and you automatically nodded. 

“Wait, what do you mean with- uh-- with natural attributes?”

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Sometime in June 

“Did you hear about the guy accused of stealing because it looked like he had something in his pocket while in reality, it was his 10 inches monster?” Jaemin asked before laughing like a supervillain, head thrown back on the couch cushions, splattering spit all over Doyoung who was sitting near him with furrowed eyebrows as he tried to find a good movie to watch. 

“Yeah, it was me,” Doyoung replied with a monotone voice. 

“Oh? Doyoung made a joke? I guess I might say that you’re-- cocky?” 

Doyoung chuckled even if he tried not to. 

“Okay, since you’re in a good mood-,” the other clapped his hands once. “No.” “You don’t even know what I wanted to ask you!” Jaemin whined. “I’m busy.” “You don’t do anything all day.” “I have to take care of my monster cock-” Jaemin slapped Doyoung’s mouth to cover it. “It hurts,” he mumbled. 

“Listen. Next Sunday you’ll accompany me at the opening of a new winery. You don’t have to do anything besides be pretty and drink wine while I try to get between one of the associates’ legs.” “I knew it had to do with pussy.” “She invited me! It’s not like I can refuse. I’ve had a crush on her ever since I met her at that work meeting.” “You mean a few days ago?” “Love has no stages.” “Why do I have to come with you?” “I have two invitations. Drinking expensive wine for free? Hello? I’m doing you a favour," he spoke quickly and dramatically, clicking his fingers. “You need three invitations, for me and my co--ahi!” Doyoung giggled after Jaemin smacked him with a cushion.

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You had no idea you’d be having backseat sex that day and honestly, you felt highly unprepared. 

Black ripped jeans and a leather jacket, the most basic outfit one guy could have on, yet you were salivating and for once it was not because of the pizza Jeno was handing you. 

“Uhm, Houston?” he clicked his fingers in front of your face then looked into the direction you were looking. 

“The guy on the right?” he asked without batting an eye. “How did you know?” you turned your head suddenly to face him and he put the slice of pizza inside of your open mouth. Then he rolled his eyes. 

“He’s completely your type.” "I want to fuck him."

Jeno raised one eyebrow and you suddenly realized what you've just said. 

"No. I meant-," "Hey! Guy with the rabbit mask!" Jeno suddenly yelled at the group of boys sitting on the grass in front of you. "What the fuck are you doing? Are you stupid?" you pulled his arm down. "My friend here said that she wants to f-," you slammed a hand on his mouth before he could finish. "I'm going to kill you," you whispered as Jeno started to giggle. 

The Rabbit boy looked at you for a little while, tilting his head to the side, but then turned his back to you. He probably didn't hear anything and thought that you were all drunk. 

“What the fuck was that?” you whispered. 

Jeno sighed. “Y/N. You’re too shy. If you want to fuck a guy just go and do it."

You scoffed. “I’m too shy? I am not shy. I can fuck whoever I want.” “Yeah? Then fuck the Rabbit.” 

You crossed your arms on your chest and put your tongue in your cheek. 

“Can’t do it huh?” Jeno teased you. "I can. And I will." "I bet you can't." "I bet I will."

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“I’ll be honest with you. I’m here because of a bet.” The Rabbit had a gulp of beer as if girls with a Moon mask approached him with bet talk every day. Then he giggled. 

“Sorry, your mask is ridiculous.” 

You rolled your eyes even if he couldn’t see it. 

Okay, he was a douche. Did you still want to fuck him though? Yes. 

“What’s the bet about?” he inquired. 

You straightened your lips in a tight line, the sound of your pulse almost audible in the silence of the parking lot. 

“MyfriendsaidthatIwouldn’tbeabletofuckyoubecauseI’mshyandIwanttoprovetohimthatI’mnot.” 

You spitted everything out thanks to the gigantic amounts of wine you had that night and found yourself panting a little when you were done. A little voice inside your head was screaming that it was dangerous and highly inappropriate for you to behave like that but you shrugged internally and hit it in the face.

“What?” the dude asked after a beat. 

You sighed. “MyfriendsaidthatIw-” “Okay, okay,” he raised his palms, “hold up. Talk slowly? Your friend what?” “Myfriendsaid-” “Can you just talk slowly, please?” 

“Nevermind,” you turned your back to him and walked away. 

“Mooney, come back here.” 

You stopped. “How did you just call me?”

The guy straightened his back and laughed under his mask. “If you want to fuck me, at least try and seduce me first.” “Aren’t you already under my spell if you’re so eager to keep going on with this conversation?” you found yourself saying. He shrugged. “I’m just bored. And don’t you want to win that bet? I guess you’re actually shy and your friend was right.” You scoffed. “I’m not gullible. You won’t make me do things only because you told me that I can’t.” “You’re here doing a thing only because your friend told you that you can’t. How is that not being gullible?” “It’s not being gullible if I’m here with that as an excuse when in reality I want to fuck you on the backseat, Rabbit.” 

You couldn’t see his face but you knew he was smiling as he opened the car’s door and with a dramatic gesture he invited you in. 

You walked in front of him slowly, asking yourself what the fuck you were actually doing, and he was quick to follow you inside. 

It was dark and warm and you decided to lie to yourself that the trembling sigh that escaped your lips was because you’ve been feeling cold before and not because you felt the Rabbit’s hands on your waist. You let him pull you in his lap and his palms slowly brushed your goosebumpy thighs first, then your torso, hovering over your breasts before they could grab your mask and take it away. You were breathing through your mouth and you desperately needed to see his expression upon seeing your face. With trembling fingers, you pulled the little white rabbit down and his eyes made an appearance first forcing you to inhale sharply. Masks slipping on the side, you both took in the view of each other. He did not speak a word and you didn’t either. 

“Do-,” you started unsurely, “do we know each other? Have we met before?” 

He blinked at you and you could tell he was as confused as you were. “I don’t think so,” he whispered and you finally realized how close he was. 

Like a switch, when you moved he moved as well and you roughly hit your mouths together, his hands cupping your ass and your fingers curling in his hair. It was so fast and almost painful the way you embraced each other that you wondered just how horny some wine could make you become. He grunted as you suddenly bit his neck and just that sound made your blood boil. You knew how and where to touch him and when his fingers got underneath your dress it seemed like he knew your weak spots as well. You let go of his neck and grabbed his head as your nipples disappeared inside his mouth. His lips were cold just like his touch and it made you shiver.

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Doyoung noticed you the exact moment you walked onto the lawn. 

Your legs were bare and he wondered why Jaemin dragged him to such a weird party. 

“Just buy whatever,” the younger said behind a black ominous mask while examining himself in the mirror. 

Doyoung hummed pensively and grabbed the white Rabbit. 

“I wanted that one too but since I’m going to see the associate lady tonight again, I thought that something less stupid would be better,” commented Jaemin.  

“So you think this is stupid?” 

“It goes well with your vibe. Buy it,” he wiggled his eyebrows and for once Doyoung just sighed and shrugged. 

“Ah come on, why are you not in a good mood tonight? We’ll have free food and alcohol tonight then free food and wine tomorrow.” 

“I really don’t feel like coming. It makes no sense to throw a party before a party. I can’t believe you tricked me into coming to two parties.” 

It was Jaemin’s turn to shrug. “These people have been travelling through all of Europe and shit. It’s their version of an afterparty. Like a rave. But it’s before the actual party and it’s on grass, with masks on and at 5 pm. You have to come.” "So there's going to be classical music and tea?" 

The cashier ringed their items quickly and Jaemin took out his wallet to pay.   “Why do you even get invited to all of these events?” Doyoung went on and added a pack of mints too. Jaemin smirked. “She likes me a lot, huh? Can’t wait to taste that sweet juicy pussy.” The cashier cleared her throat and was quick to dismiss them with her rightfully dry “have a good day”. “I just think she’s trying to gather customers for her wine. Don’t get your hopes up.” “She’ll want to gift me her wine after I’ll make her boun-”

Doyoung was so ready to accept an evening of him wandering around a party full of strangers talking in god knows what languages while his friend got it wet that when you pressed yourself on his crotch, nibbling at his neck and exhaling so deeply, he felt lightheaded. 

You were with another guy and Doyoung watched you sit down on the cushions behind his group of friends. Your nude legs got even nuder as your white dress shifted up exposing your thighs. A sudden urge to spread them invaded his mind and he had to do something with his hands instead. 

“Hey, guy with the rabbit mask!” 

Doyoung turned his head around right in time to see you smack the dude on the face. 

“Did that guy just tell you that his friend wants to fuck you?” Jaemin inquired with a giggle. Doyoung wondered how Jaemin could hear something like that at such a distance. 

“I guess?” he agreed though. “And I want to fuck her too,” he heard himself add.  

Jaemin’s mask looked as shocked as his expression underneath it. 

“Why are you so bold all of a sudden? No, I mean, yes! Fuck her.” 

Doyoung shook his head to get rid of the imaginary fog. “I was joking. Why are you getting so worked up?” 

But when Jaemin finally disappeared suddenly, presumably to drink some wine with his lady, Doyoung could physically feel your eyes on his back as he walked down the hill towards the parking lot. 

Your steps were light and you’d stop when he’d stop, unsuccessfully hiding behind the tall bushes of roses. 

As he unlocked his car with a high toned beep, he leaned on the side of it and waited for you to approach him. A giggle left his chest when he saw you trying to find him in the middle of all of those cars. 

“I am here,” he announced and you jolted. 

Turning around you eyed him and stopped in place then took a timid step, then another until only a few separated you from him. 

“I’ll be honest with you. I’m here because of a bet.” 

You looked airy just like the moon on your mask and he thought you were adorable swinging your body weight from one foot to another like that. 

“Sorry, your mask is-,” adorable, “-ridiculous. What’s the bet about?” 

“My friend said that I wouldn’t be able to fuck you because I’m shy and I want to prove to him that I’m not.” 

You were so bold that Doyoung felt his air miss from his lungs. 

You slurred your words on purpose and he tried hard to pretend that he didn’t understand just to hear you say that you wanted him to fuck you again. 

“What?” he asked.

You sighed. “MyfriendsaidthatIw-” “Okay, okay,” he raised his palms, “hold up. Talk slowly? Your friend what?” “Myfriendsaid-” “Can you just talk slowly, please?” “Nevermind.” 

Fuck. 

“Mooney, come back here.” 

The air rustled with energy and he completely missed everything besides “I want to fuck you on the backseat” part and he had no idea how you got into the car and how he got you on his legs. 

But now there you were, soft in his arms. 

And when you took away your mask his head got drilled by a thousand questions. Your eyes, mirroring his expression as you slid his mask down, told him that you were thinking the same thing. Like two magnets you collided in a heated kiss and your scent was so familiar that Doyoung sighed when you let his lips go to breathe.

_____

Finally, finally, finally, your mind was chanting as the Rabbit moulded your body with his hands. 

Your mind became mush so quickly that it was honestly embarrassing when you realized that you were riding his hardened cock. His lips on your neck seemed amused and after a moment he took away his fingers from your body, leaning back and watching you from under heavy lids. 

You bit your lower lip and stopped with a certain difficulty, the burning sensation between your legs already boiling inside your veins. 

"Go on." 

His voice was sultry and raspy and your body reacted to it as if under a spell. 

Your fingers on his shoulders deepened their hold and you closed your eyes for a brief moment before opening them again. 

"Come on. Go on. Doesn't it feel good?" 

He cooed, dragging one single finger across your bust, between your breasts and down on your stomach. His eyes wouldn't let a single expression of yours escape them. 

"It would feel better if you fucked me."

The light in his irises twinkled. 

"But I like to see you like this," he said before leaning in and letting his breath caressing your ear. "Desperate." 

His voice was like a hiss and your skin shivered with goosebumps. You felt his open mouth on your nude shoulder, slowly going towards your clavicle and you extended your neck up to welcome him. 

"Go on," he ordered again and your hips snapped, rolling on him, feeling the way your panties got pulled up as he slid his hands under your dress and twirled the sides around his fingers. It was frustrating as intoxicating and soon enough the windows of his car became misty from your heavy breaths. 

"I hate this," you whined and he chuckled. "I can see that."

Almost completely lost in your foggy mind you jolted at a sudden snap and you stopped your motions just to see him slide your panties from between your legs and throw them to the front. 

With a single pull, he pushed your now raw pussy on his clothed cock while his hands spread your ass, guiding your movements. 

"Fuck," you gasped, feeling the rough material on your sensitive skin and it didn't take you a lot to go over the edge with fingers curled inside his hair and mouths open against each other. He drank your shaking moans, then without giving you a second to remember where you were, his arms wrapped your torso and pushed you under his weight. Your feet stopped on the window as you yelped and you desperately wanted to call his name when you felt his tongue lap at your wetness. His fingers were tightly wrapped around your thighs and when you moaned a few times in a row, your back arching and your body squirming in his hold, he palmed your stomach and pressed you down again.

_____

You looked like every sex dream Doyoung has ever had. 

Arms thrown around your head, chest rising and falling, your sweet whimpers and soft skin, it drove him crazy. Your thighs pressing on the side of his head felt like everything he has ever wanted but wasn’t aware of. 

Mine mine mine all mine. A weird possession sentiment swept him away and when he looked up at your fucked up expression he felt like shivering. With a plop he let your clit go and kept pumping his fingers inside of you, curling them right where you wanted him to, kissing your navel, licking your under breasts, sucking the skin in until it probably hurt, then sucking on your nipples, and finally on your lower lip. He wanted to see your face when you’d cum all over his fingers and when you gasped, wrapping his torso with your arms and trying to hide your face into the crook of his neck, he grabbed your chin and made you look at him. Your eyelids fluttered as he heard you swear multiple times and as he felt you clench so deliciously that he couldn’t wait to feel it around his aching cock instead. He wanted to rest a bit, maybe put his head on your soft chest and listen to your heartbeats but you were a stranger and you were hooking up in his car. So he sat on his knees between your legs instead, panting as if he were the one who just came, and he let his eyes trail on your naked body, licking his lower lip when he reached your wet core. He would have wanted to smear all of that on himself but he reached his jacket instead and took a condom out.  

“Why do boys always carry a condom with them? You never know when you’d end up fucking?” 

“Actually, when we carry a condom we never fuck and when we don’t have it we have the opportunity to fuck.” 

“Well, today you’re lucky,” you smirked and he loved the way you tried to hide away your embarrassment with banter. 

“Do you still want to do this?” he palmed your knee.

“Yes,” you nodded. “You didn’t cum.” 

“You don’t have to worry about that. Do you want it?” 

Doyoung wondered what kind of expression he had on to make you light up so much. 

You bit your lower lip and sat up suddenly, getting on your knees as well and turning around with a certain difficulty. 

“Yes,” you said again and bent over. 

Doyoung choked at the view and wondered what country he had saved in his previous life to deserve all of that.  

_____

You dreamt about opening a winery probably since you tasted wine for the first time. 

You loved it. 

Sour, sweet, bitter, flowery, fruity, still and frizzy, you loved it all. 

People thought you were crazy and no one supported you until you met your best friend in university. 

“Are you kidding? I’d love to open a winery with you.” 

The classroom was well lit and she looked like an angel against the sunny windows. 

You looked at her with wide eyes. “Really?” 

She hit your arm playfully. “Of course! I love wine and that sounds like a very cool idea.” 

“Look, I’m actually very serious about this so if you’re saying this just to-,”

She took your hands and looked into your eyes. “Me too. We’ll do it. I promise.” 

Now, years later you were looking around at the freshly painted venue and couldn’t believe your eyes. 

You did it. 

Tall ceilings and shelves full of your blood and sweat, you walked around slowly, one finger to gently tap on the various displayed bottles. 

“Hey, hey, no touching. We’ve cleaned them up and they have to shine.” 

Your friend appeared on your side and you smiled. Her dress was sleeveless and you made a face touching her arms. 

“Have you been working out girl? What are these?” 

She snapped her head down to look at herself. “I guess… uhm, it’s all of the exercises… uhm that I do.” 

You took her sudden panic for embarrassment and cackled. “With the party guy?”

“Who?” 

“Jaemin you said?” “Oh yeah! Yeah, we’re quite active, aha.” 

“Well, to get those arms you might have done a lot of hardcore BDSM.” You laughed but your friend looked rather mortified. 

“Aw, come on,” you gently elbowed her. “I also fucked the guy from yesterday,” you added to make her feel better. And she lit up so much at the news that she almost knocked over the bottles in front of you. 

“And you tell me now? How did it go?” “Well, I guess. I don’t really want to think about it though. I don’t think I’m into hookups.”

_____

Doyoung didn't like hookups but when he stepped inside the winery's main hall and saw your legs again and the way your ass was wrapped in that short dress he desperately wanted to bury his cock in it. 

"Not bad, huh?" Jaemin smiled at the waiter welcoming them with glasses of wine, before looking up at the nicely decorated venue. 

"Yeah, not bad at all," Doyoung murmured as you turned around and he considered fucking your breasts too. 

Then he cleared his throat as he took a glass of wine as well, feeling his neck warming up. He looked around as he sipped, suddenly conscious of people as if they could read his horny mind. At that moment, with his body acting up as if possessed, he wondered if the wine didn’t have some sort of aphrodisiac in it. 

“Do you also feel a little funny?” Doyoung placed down the wine and reached for his tie to loosen it up. 

Jaemin glanced over him and promptly looked down. “Uh-oh. Do we have an emergency?” he started to laugh and Doyoung closed his eyes briefly before opening them and turning around towards the buffet. 

“Heh, did that girl do something to you? You were so upset when she left without saying anything.” 

“It was just a hookup,” Doyoung murmured trying to understand what kind of food he was staring at. 

“An amazing hookup if you get like this upon seeing her.” 

“Not for her I guess.” 

“So you are upset. Cupid worked hard last night,” he elbowed his friend. 

“Give me a break. You’re also crushing on your lady.” 

“Also? Kim Doyoung, are you crushing on the winery girl?”

He shook his head quickly putting a pastry in his mouth to have an excuse to not speak. Jaemin lightly hit him and Doyoung hit him back like kids in third grade when suddenly the lights became dimmer and you spoke into a mic.

_____

“Hey, have you seen Jeno?” you asked your friend after finishing your introductory discourse and let people finally get wasted as they wanted to. “Who?” “Jeno? The guy I’m always hanging out with? He should have been here by now but I don’t see him anywhere.” 

Your friend made a perplexed face and you sighed. “You’re right. You’ve never met him before. You’re both my best friends so I always forget that you’ve never seen each other.” 

“Well, I kinda know how he looks like, so if I see him then-,”

"So you stole my money,” a sudden voice at your back interrupted you and you turned around to lock eyes with none other than the Rabbit. 

He was so good looking that you felt the urge to kiss him, yet his mocking face made you so irrationally mad that you felt like slapping him too. 

You put your hands on your hips and raised your chin. "Proof?"

You were still panting last evening trying hard to stop shaking from your third orgasm in a row. The Rabbit did a lot of things to you and you wondered why you didn’t hook up with strangers more often if that was the outcome. His wallet was on the seat in front of you and for a split second, you smiled wondering if he carried a family photo in it. His back looked very broad as he stood outside the car and presumably tried to make himself pee with a half-hard penis but probably failing. A sudden voice startled you and Doyoung replied to it. You quickly pulled down your dress and eyed the ripped panties on the steering wheel. Shit. You tried to grab them but the dude talking to Doyoung took a few steps closer so you retreated. "Fucked her good just like you planned?" Your face scrunched in a pout and you suddenly found yourself very upset. Doyoung didn't reply anything but you weren't sure that he didn't make a face. It was a good night. You had fun and a good-looking dude made you cum. You fucked him good just like you planned too. Then why did you feel a little used? Maybe you weren’t acquainted with the hookup culture, or maybe deep down you hoped that the sudden attraction you felt for the Rabbit was magical, but suddenly you felt very weird and a wave of disgust invaded you. 

He was definitely not your soulmate and you should just get out of there. 

You opened the door slowly on your side, quietly looking over your shoulder to make sure that they wouldn’t hear you. Feet on the ground you eyed the wallet again and you opened it. Not to check his family photo as you previously wanted to, but to get all of his cash. You swallowed a chuckle and ran away up the hill back to the restaurant’s garden.

He scoffed. "You’re a terrible thief. I make you cum and you steal from me?" 

"You look like a rich guy. You deserved it. Also, you ripped my panties."

"And you liked it."

You clenched your jaw. "It wasn't even good sex."

His jaw's muscles flinched too. "You probably couldn't walk properly."

"Yeah, because of the cramped car not because of your cock." 

"I think you have a loss of memory all of a sudden. Do I have to remind you how my cock feels like?" 

"Sure. Then I will be able to say to your face that it doesn’t feel good.”

_____

"Fuck, it feels so fucking good."

Dragging you by the wrist, Doyoung shoved you in the first room he found and pressed you against the cold wall. 

"I can't believe I'm about to have sex in the rosés showroom," you spoke with a breathy voice and when Doyoung pressed his open lips on yours you realized that you didn’t even know his name. 

One thing is hooking up with a dude in his car while drunk, another thing is choosing to fuck him consciously on the opening of your new business and completely sober. 

Although, when he started to kiss your jaw and neck, his tongue slowly creeping out and tickling your nerves, your mind felt so hazy that you wondered if you somehow had something to drink already and couldn’t remember. 

Didn’t you hate the guy just a few moments ago?

“Do you really have to wear these dresses and drive me insane?” he whispered on your lips as his hands pulled up the dress in question. 

You wanted to reply with something smartass but honestly, you chose that dress with him in mind. 

Somehow, while browsing your closet for the big day, your mind could not stop thinking about the Rabbit boy. Your mixed feelings towards him confused you and you'd go on weird tangents of complete hatred and high adoration thinking about his face between your legs. 

Certain that he’d come to the opening too, you carefully wore each piece of clothing you had, looking at yourself in the mirror and imagining he was the one looking at you through your eyes. Would he like the split on your thigh? Or would he like the way the dress accentuated your breasts more? Without realizing your hands were on your bust going up slowly, gently kneading your soft skin, cupping your boobs and flicking your nipples. Then one moved on your stomach, then on your thigh and just like that you started to moan. 

And you were moaning at that moment too as the Rabbit lightly caressed your clit with the tip of his cock. You pushed your hips towards him to get more and he pushed you back into the wall, one hand reaching for your mouth and slipping the thumb on your tongue. You twirled it around his digit and sucked, lightly choking when he reached farther and choking again when you finally felt his cock fill you up too. 

“You have to be quiet, Y/N.” 

Your name on his lips made you tremble. 

He probably heard it during the welcoming discourse or read it on the pamphlets and the fact that he knew it and you didn’t know his one, made you feel vulnerable in a pleasant way. 

Or maybe it was the way his hand gripped the softness of your thigh, keeping it up on his hip, or maybe his own hips pushing inside of you that made you feel like turning into mush. 

“Will you be quiet for me or am I fucking you too good?” he took away his finger and you gasped for air, your whines getting louder. 

“As I thought,” he mocked you. “It wasn’t even good sex, she said.” 

You bit your lower lip and hid your face into the crook of his neck but he pulled you away, cupping your cheek. “You have to look at me. I want to see this pretty face when you cum.”

Your eyes fluttered as his cock basically decided to rearrange your guts and you dug your fingers into his shoulders with a teeth-gritted moan. 

“Are you close, baby?” You nodded breathlessly, the sudden pet-name just making it impossible for you to not beg to make you cum.

“You want me to make you cum?” 

You nodded again. “Gonna cum- so hard-,” 

The Rabbit thrust a few times more into you and suddenly pulled out. 

You gasped as if mortally offended but unable to move a muscle. 

"I don't think so."

His smirk made you swallow your own spit and he held your waist when he took a step back after letting your leg down. 

“Hey! Come on!” 

Dragging you away just like before he made you walk towards the party hall. His iron grip made it impossible for you to just go away and finish yourself and honestly, it would have been quite pathetic. 

You moved as if drunk, fingers visibly shaking and mind clouded in the middle of the crowd.

"Fuck, I'll make you pay for this." 

He smiled at you and intertwined his fingers with yours before lifting both of your hands and placing a kiss on your knuckles. 

"Yes darling, I've already paid last time," he replied as a few curious people looked your way and saw just a random couple chatting peacefully. 

You took a deep breath and tried to smile unbothered, imitating Doyoung's relaxed expression. 

"It was just a joke. Do you want those couple of bucks back?” 

He tilted his head to the side. “No. Let’s say I had paid you for your services.” 

You disregarded him and opened your clutch, retrieving a few dollars. With a quick hand, you shoved them halfway inside Doyoung's pants making sure others didn't stare. 

"Thank you for today’s fuck too then, slut."

_____

To say that it was easy for Doyoung to stop feeling you around his cock and pretend he wasn’t about to lose his mind when he couldn’t cum either, would be the biggest lie of the universe. But your frustrated expression, trembling limbs and glossy eyes made it all worth it. 

“Where have you been?” 

Jaemin handed him a glass of white wine and Doyoung took it absentmindedly. When he brought it to his mouth and had a sip he almost spit it back inside.

“What the fuck is this?” 

Jaemin chuckled. “The winery’s speciality.” 

“This is disgusting.” 

“I had a whole bottle of that yesterday so now I’m used to it.” 

“Why is it so sour?” 

Jaemin hit his shoulder lightly to bring his attention to something and when Doyoung raised his gaze he saw your furious aura staring at them from a few steps away. 

“Maybe the lady behind the recipe is sour as well,” he joked. “I lied when I asked you where you’ve been. Saw you together just now. Did you not fuck her good enough?” 

Doyoung smiled and took another sip of the wine, barely being able to not make a face for a second time. “I fucked her so good that now she’s mad.” 

“From her expression, she doesn’t look very pleased with the experience. And in fact,” Jaemin added quickly, grabbing Doyoung’s arm since he got distracted by the red wine, “she’s probably seeking a better one.” 

You were chuckling at some dude’s pick-up line and accepted to disappear with him out of Doyoung’s sight. 

The sweet dessert wine he tasted felt as sour as the first one.

_____

“Is the person I’m thinking about my soulmate?” “You already know the answer to that.” 

You bit your lower lip unsure. 

“What do you want me to say?” the lady smiled. “Yes or no.” “Why don’t you have faith?” 

You leaned back in your chair and let your gaze fall on the decorations on the tarot reader’s desk. The little obsidian stones reminded you of the dude’s eyes and it made you irrationally angry. 

You wanted to make him jealous. 

You wanted him to come up to you and grab your hand or something and make the boring-ass guy that approached you to leave. 

But he didn’t. 

If he really were your soulmate, wouldn’t you both feel it? Were you just going crazy? Were you lonely enough that you weighed your every desire on him?

“I saw him just twice and I don’t even know his name,” you sighed, talking almost to yourself. 

You probably unconsciously pouted because the Lady smiled kindly at you. She was no therapist but she gladly accepted to talk to you again after your first encounter. 

“Does he match the description the cards gave you?” 

“Well, he does have a very big cock, yeah,” you started. “Uhm, yes, it was that type of meeting,” you explained quickly before she could judge but the woman didn’t look unfazed. In fact, she was quite pleased to hear that. 

“You think that meeting your soulmate is just seeing them and everything falls into place. But it’s harder than that. You still have to want it and you still have to work for the union. So many people missed the opportunity to get with their soulmate because they didn’t work hard enough.” 

“Well, shouldn’t this be meant to be or something? Even if I make mistakes?” 

The Lady tilted the head to the side and for a split second you felt as if talking to a lost best friend. “We have a lot of choice in life. Everything is out there ready for you and you will get help but only if you have faith it will happen.”

_____

“You again?” he asked, fakely annoyed. 

You’ve always brushed off your mom’s words. 

“At least take your sweatpants out of your knee-high socks.” “It’s just the convenience store at the corner, mom. It’s not like I will meet my soulmate tonight at 10 pm.” 

But you actually met him and it was terrible. 

The packs of instant ramen in your hands trembled a little as the Rabbit dude passed one hand through his hair waiting for a normal human reaction from you.  

“What are you doing here?” 

“Buying groceries for dinner,” he explained then eyed your snacks. “You too, I see.” 

You tried to not let his subtle mockery get to you. “Yeah but why in this store in particular?” 

“You’re wondering if this is fate?” he giggled. 

But actually, Doyoung was the first to wonder if it was fate. 

He has never really thought of the Lady’s words in detail, nor he believed in any of it, but when he first saw you descending the hill with your moon costume as if you were the actual moon, his mind independently carved the thought of how nice it would be for you to be his soulmate.  

“I live in this neighbourhood and I assume you do too since you’re dressed like this,” he let his eyes fall and he looked at your stained pyjama pants. 

A wave of heat passed through your whole body and for the first time, it wasn’t pleasure. 

Your real soulmate would have never said that. 

Embarrassed, you cleared your throat. 

“Well, see you around then.” Turning on your heels, you didn’t wait for him to greet you back. 

“Did that guy make you cum?” 

You stopped so suddenly that the first two packs of ramen fell to your feet. You grunted and tried to bend but it was impossible to grab them without making the others fall too. With the corner of your eye, you saw the rabbit boy’s hands retrieving your stuff and when he got up again you felt his skin on the back of your hands as he pulled the remaining packs from you and let them fall in his cart. “Thank you.” 

“Answer my question.” 

You gulped but put on a brave face. 

“This is not a conversation to have in the condiments aisle.” “Then come to my apartment.” 

The intensity in his voice made your heart beat faster and then you blinked at his back as he turned around the cart and made his way towards the register. 

“Wait, my ramen!” 

He didn’t acknowledge you and greeted the cashier good evening. You awkwardly stood beside him as they beeped all of his fancy groceries. 

“Uhm-,” you extended your hands to get your ramen but they beeped that too without batting an eye and the rabbit bagged everything in a few seconds. 

“I- I could have- why-?” you followed him. “Now I have to pay you back.” “You gave me enough money last time.” 

You crossed your arms on your chest as Doyoung placed the bags inside his car's trunk.

“That was for-,” you started but stopped realizing that you were about to talk about sex on a busy street in front of your corner grocery store. 

He smiled. “Yeah?” 

“Give me my ramen now.” 

“Get inside,” he indicated with his head and without missing a beat he got behind the wheel. 

“Why do you even drive if you live in the neighbourhood?” You entered and sighed, trying to put on the seat belt. “The groceries are heavy.” “Do you even lift?” “I love lifting women but not groceries.” “You lift other women and I can’t get a guy to make me cum without you asking me questions about it?” 

Doyoung looked at you with a little smile as you stopped at the red sign. “Does the thought of me with other women make you upset or am I imagining things?” “Does the thought of guys making me cum make you upset?” you retorted. “Yes.” 

You choked on air and the movement of the car starting again made your body press back on the seat. You didn’t expect that. 

“Then why did you make me leave with him?” 

Your voice got tiny and you hoped he didn’t actually hear you because at the same moment you realized that it was a little embarrassing. But his sudden glance told you that he did. His gaze returned towards the street and his adam apple travelling up and down his throat told you that he didn’t know what to say. 

“Why did you leave with him?” he eventually asked. 

It was your turn to not speak. 

Not in a million years you’d admit to a stranger you wanted to make him jealous. A stranger that put his dick in you twice, but a stranger nevertheless. 

“We just talked a bit. I was bored.” “So I guess he didn’t make you cum.” “I don’t do hookups,” you said before realizing what you’ve just said. “I mean-,” you looked at him and he blinked back. Fuck. You told the hookups guy that you didn’t do hookups. 

“I mean, without being attracted to the person a lot. And that dude was not attractive,” you tried to explain fighting the urge to hide your face away. 

“Thank you. I’m also crazily attracted to you.” 

The car’s air became a little heavier and you thought that if you touched it with a single finger it would buzz as if made of electricity. 

The walk to the apartment complex was almost urgent. His hands didn't leave your body once when you reached the elevator as if he suddenly forgot what personal space was and when you got to his door he firstly slammed you against it, hands quick to get under your shirt. 

"Hey," you eyed the elevator's lights behind his back as he started to kiss your neck. "Someone's coming." "Let them come." The skin he sucked in made your eyes flutter and you whined feeling his fingers so close to where you needed them but so far away. "No, seriously. I think they're going to stop here." Doyoung hummed unbothered but you felt his hand press the code behind your back. Right when the elevator doors opened and you made eye contact with a cute little old lady, the door behind you opened too and you yelped falling backwards. Doyoung was quicker though and he held your waist, pulling you back into the kiss and closing the door with his heel. 

Shoes off and no time wasted, you were suddenly bent over some sort of furniture and your pants got pulled down. 

A single silent gasp left your mouth when you felt Doyoung's lips on the back of your thighs and when his fingertips grated at your sides pulling your panties down to your knees you started to pant. His hot breath tickled your pussy and you shifted in his hold. Doyoung's hands grabbed your ass to keep you in place and slapped one of your cheeks when he licked up a stripe between them. 

You whined once and put your head down and closed your eyes, fingers mindlessly grabbing whatever Doyoung kept on the cabinet. When he pushed his fingers inside, your back arched and his cologne fell to the side with the cap open. The sudden scent of it made you even wetter and Doyoung hummed appreciatively with his mouth full. 

"It feels so good," you whined again, imperceptibly grinding on him, brain not understanding when you got so horny all of a sudden. 

"Please please please make me cum this time," you begged, looking behind you and seeing his hands spreading you all out for him before his fingers could find spots inside of you that you weren't aware of having. 

"I kinda wish you'd beg some more," you heard the note of amusement in his voice.

His hands didn't stop though and before you could form any words your whole body contracted and lifted itself on the tiptoes, knees buckling and head light. Doyoung's airy breath met your spine and he held you in his arms to prevent you from slipping on the ground, kissing your back up slowly until meeting the shoulders. 

"Good girl," he brushed your ear with his lips and you remained with your eyes closed, breathing heavily and when he made you turn around, you felt your body weak as if it was made of jello. He pulled you towards himself and you heard his chuckle buzz inside of his chest. In a second he threw you on his shoulder and you let out a little cry, your limbs dangling around him. 

"I didn't know you were this strong."

He walked a few steps and turned left inside a dark corridor. You tried to look around but you barely noticed anything before he gently placed you down to sit on the bed. 

"You don't know a lot of things about me."

When you raised your head to meet his face you smiled tiredly. 

"I don't even know your name."

He tilted his head to the side amused. "Doyoung."

"Doyoung," you repeated, feeling the sounds on your tongue. 

It felt very right. 

Then his eyes fell on your naked legs and you sucked the air in, suddenly rolling in his bed, one piece of blanket to cover you up. 

Doyoung, still standing by the bed, put his hands on the hips and furrowed his eyebrows.

"I'm here with my pussy all out. That's so embarrassing,” you explained. 

"Yeah. I've just seen it up close just one minute ago." 

"I'm having post nut clarity," you added, voice muffled and only the top of your head poking out the impromptu burrito. 

"Well, I'm not having any post nut clarity since I didn't nut, so to me, it's not embarrassing."

"Oh my God you're right!" you eyed his crotch and sat up. 

"It's alright. I didn’t plan to do anything else anyway. Just wanted to cook you dinner actually since I’ve already eaten," he sat near you chuckling and took off his shoes. "My mom would hit me in the head if she knew I walked up to the bedroom with these-," but then he gasped softly as you placed a kiss to his nape. Your arms wrapped his torso in a back hug just as your legs did with his waist, draping them in his thighs. His hands automatically started to palm your knees as you made your way towards the base of his neck. 

“I don’t have any condoms,” he whispered as to stop you. 

Your fingers found the hem of his shirt very quickly and you lifted it, loving the way it ruffled his hair after you threw it somewhere on the floor. Having his bare back in front of you made you lose track for a moment and when you touched his chest you realized it was the first time that you actually saw him naked. 

“We don’t need them for what I want to do to you,” you murmured. 

He breathed in shakily. “Well, we’re responsible adults so you have to know that I also don’t do hookups so I’m completely clean but if you don’t want to--ah shit-,” he almost whined when you let your hand down his abs to palm his crotch slowly. 

He turned so cute all of sudden that your tummy did backflips as you kissed his jawline. 

“Are you saying that you want to fuck me raw?” you whispered amused. 

His cock twitched under his pants and he bit his lower lip.

“Does the thought turn you on, Doyoung? Feeling me around you, soft and wet until you can’t take it anymore? Huh?” You cooed, pouting your lips as you pronounced his name, savouring it on your tongue. 

His breathing increased and you wondered how he still kept it all together. 

“Cumming inside of me? Having your warm cum spill out-,”

He turned around suddenly and you let him push you down on the bed but only for a moment. The kisses you started to litter on his neck made his hold weaker and he threw his head into the pillow as you got on top of him. You kissed his chest slowly, then went down until you could finally pass your tongue on that single vein under his navel’s skin. 

"I'm so on edge that I might cum only with a single touch," he breathed out and you smiled on his stomach at his honest side, whining a little when he slid his fingers into your hair as if to urge you to go on quicker. 

"You should have told me," you sat on his thighs and slowly fumbled with his belt. 

He bit his lower lip and watched the little show you put on for him.  

"Well, now you know and you still want to torture me like this."

You lifted one corner of your mouth as you finally unbuttoned his pants. 

"I think you deserve it, don't you think?" 

He shook his head. "Not one bit. I've been good to you."

"Oh really? Then why don't you show me again what a good boy you can be and beg me to finally touch you?" 

"You really think you can use my ways with me?" 

You opened your mouth to reply but every word died in your throat as he reached down and pulled out his cock, pumping it up himself, a single shaking sigh of relief coming out of his mouth. "Shit-," he closed his eyes and pushed his head back, exposing his neck as his adam apple went up and down. You couldn't take your eyes off him and the sounds he started to make hit you right between the legs. His tip poked out of his fist as he fucked himself and for the first time in your life you were dying to suck a cock. 

"Doyoung-," you breathed out but his hisses made you gulp, feeling your mouth dry at the sudden spurts of cum on his lower stomach. 

"Shit," his chest rose and fell heavily and his eyes looked black underneath his heavy lids. Without being able to take it anymore you bent down and licked his tip sending shots of electricity through all of his body. 

"Ah- Y/N-," 

You sucked his cock clean and, letting it out with a lewd pop, you smirked.  

"Now you're going to take it."

And he took it well, cupping your head as it bobbed up and down, not without the most sinful sounds you've ever heard a man emit. As he placed his other hand on your cheek, you slid your own fingers down your stomach and reached your aching clit.

"Ride me?" he caressed your face with his thumbs and you looked up, basking in his fucked up expression. 

With a wet sound, you let his cock out, licking his tip once to break the string of saliva attached to it and moved upwards on his body. 

His hands were quick to grab your sides and when you started to grind on him he inhaled shakily, eyes piercing the way his shaft slid through your lips. Then he grabbed your shirt and roughly pulled it up, making you discard it in a second. 

One hand to guide your ass and one hand to grope at your breasts and you were almost cumming again. And when he reached behind you and you felt his cock poke at your entrance you lost strength in your arms and leaned down on his chest, your breasts squeezed and your skin rubbing on each other when he started to thrust into you. 

His hips' movements were deep and sharp and when you raised your bust enough for your nipples to rub on his chest he squeezed your ass and spanked it once making you moan loudly and fall back on him. So near to your orgasm, you dug your fingers into his arms not worrying about the little marks your nails left on his skin. 

And then he stopped with a grunt. 

You whined and opened your eyes to see him smirk.

"Fuck you, not again," you whispered breathlessly. "Yeah, fuck me."

And you bit your lower lip, lifting yourself up by putting your palms on his chest and started to bounce on his cock. Doyoung started to breathe with his mouth and he let his hands rest on his sides enjoying the way you were so desperately trying to chase your high. 

Your thighs were burning and your mind was clouded but you didn't stop and when you started to call his name, Doyoung finally grabbed your waist again, taking the lead and finally sending you over the edge. 

You finally cried out and pushed your face into the crook of his neck biting down on his skin as he kept going, not giving you a moment to breathe. 

And when you heard him choke against your ear too, a string of profanities lingering in his lips you felt his hot cum fill you up, but getting slowly fucked back in with his last thrusts. 

You remained like that both breathless for some time, his hands gently cupping your face to look at you. His eyebrows furrowed and he quickly dried your wet eyes. 

"Are you okay? Was that too much?" 

The concern in his voice made your heart swell and you shook your head. 

"I'm feeling very good," you smiled and his expression relaxed a bit. 

As he pulled out you felt his semen slide on your thigh and pool where your stomaches we're meeting. 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yes, Doyoung. I was just getting frustrated as always when I’m around you.” 

His hands went up and down your back as if soothing your skin. “I love how my name sounds on your lips. It feels like I’ve somehow waited my whole life to hear it.” 

You blinked a few times, the sudden sweet words so weird in his mouth that you raised your head to look at him. 

He looked back as shocked as you. 

"Wow, I feel so sticky," he changed the subject as you opened your lips to talk. You eyed the little buds of sweat on his forehead and imagined you looked as spent as him. 

"Are you also having post nut clarity?" "Yes. Everything is clear." "What's clear?" "This was one of the best nuts of my life and I want to do it again."

_____

Unable to stand on your own legs without shaking you remained sprawled on Doyoung's bed for a while, eyes heavy with sleep. 

"The groceries are still in the car," he said while zipping his pants. 

He offered to take a shower together but your growling tummy interrupted him so now you were alone in the bathtub, lazily lathering up your skin and waiting for him to come back from the parking lot. 

Relaxed from the good fuck and the hot water, you looked around curious, checking out his toiletries as if they could tell you more about this mysterious Doyoung guy. 

Perhaps it was too soon but as you collected the soapy water to blow on it you felt like falling in love a little. 

A little smile crept on your lips when you heard the entrance door open and close with a thud and you looked in the mirror to check on yourself before Doyoung could barge in. As if he didn't fuck you while you were looking crazy just moments before that. 

"That was very quick-," you started but squealed and put your hands on your chest as a man entered the bathroom not looking like your Doyoung at all. 

"Oh my God!" the guy jumped back a little before starting to laugh. 

"Who are you?" 

"You scared the shit out of me. Why are you here in the dim light?" the young man kept going without answering. 

You blinked at him. "It's relaxing."

"I'm Jaemin. Doyoung's flatmate," he finally explained and you wondered why he looked at you as if knowing you. "And you must be the winery girl."

You tilted your head to the side. "Winery girl? Do you know me?" 

"I kinda go out with your friend? The other winery girl?" 

You widened your eyes. "You're the BDSM guy?" 

For the first time since he entered the bathroom, Jaemin looked flustered. 

"Exactly what did she tell you about us?" he scratched the back of his head. 

You giggled. "My friend has been very happy lately. I know enough to make sure you're treating her well."

Jaemin's eyes lit up and you thought he was so cute to have a crush on your friend. Your mind suddenly thought of Doyoung and wondered if he might have a crush on you too. 

"Think of the devil," you murmured as Doyoung appeared behind Jaemin with the groceries bags. 

"You were thinking of me?" he smiled then suddenly realized the whole situation. "Why the hell are you looking at my naked girl?" he tried to tackle the other. Jaemin chuckled and took a few steps back in the corridor. 

"Had no idea she was here, I swear!"

_____

My girl. 

You were sitting timidly at the dinner table, wearing Doyoung's clothes and looking at Jaemin's back as he prepared the food. The water running in the bathroom and Doyoung's faint singing voice made you chuckle. 

He said, my girl. 

You put your hands to your cheeks. 

"You really like him."

You jolted and raised your head to see Jaemin comforting eyes. 

Batting your lashes you wondered what kind of expression you had on and with a little note of panic, you wondered if it was that easy for Doyoung to see it too. 

"This is a secret between us," Jaemin started lowering his voice, "but I think he likes you too. You really look like his soulmate now that I think about it."

You were about to melt but his last words made you snap out of the dream. 

"His soulmate?" you questioned, suddenly very interested. 

Jaemin shook his head as if to not give him any importance but upon seeing your curious eyes he placed the lid on the pot and sat down in front of you. 

"So it was new years," he started and you gulped. He then stopped to giggle, remembering the scene as if it played in front of himself. "We were drunk as fuck. We went to like three different parties and I was wasted. I don't know if you're familiar with the place but there's a tarot reader downtown. We were bored so we decided to go there."

Your head felt suddenly very light. "And what happened?" you asked with a faint voice. 

"Oh, we made a fool out of ourselves for sure, but the woman was nice and did a reading for Doyoung. I don't remember much but I kinda remember the physical descriptions. And you scarily look like that a lot." 

You swallowed again and you felt your mouth dry. 

"And does Doyoung remember?" 

"Remember what?" 

You gasped when Doyoung appeared on your side, a towel around his neck as he used one end to dry the back of his head. 

"I was telling Y/N about the soulmate thing, you know? When the lady told you that they'd be coming around summer?" 

Doyoung's pupils trembled a little but then he turned around and headed towards the fridge. 

"Ah yeah. I don't believe any of that though," he said and poured himself a glass of water. 

You looked at his profile as he drank and then noticed Jaemin's pitiful expression. 

"I got a reading on new year's too in the exact same place," you confessed and the silence afterwards felt heavy. 

"And your soulmate was someone that looks like me?" Doyoung joked and Jaemin giggled awkwardly. 

Your heart stung very painfully but you let out a dry chuckle too. 

“I don’t believe in it either. But it was very fun,” you lied. 

“I should have done a reading too,” Jaemin commented. 

"I'm starving," Doyoung lifted the lid and his friend got closer to stir again. 

Their voices talking about ingredients felt muffled as you tried hard to swallow your stupid tears.

_____

You had no idea why you believed the soulmates story. 

Maybe you were lonely or just plain bored but the idea of having a designated person you could be with during your lifetime felt very comforting. Especially since the Lady told you to have faith. 

Doyoung seemed to fit every category and you were so insanely attracted to him that it did not make sense for him to not be your soulmate. But do soulmates appear then disappear from your life, leaving behind nothing besides your memories of them?

Maybe you should have given him your number after you left his apartment that night, but reflecting about it with a cold mind, you did well to not seek him out given his reaction to the whole soulmates discourse. 

He was definitely not your soulmate. It shouldn’t have been this hard. 

Looking at your desk you sighed at the amount of work you had to do for the day and you imagined Doyoung walking through your door just like soulmates in movies would do. Then you shook your head trying to get those intrusive thoughts out of your head. 

Enough. 

But it was so difficult, especially as your eyes kept falling on his cologne, partially hidden behind your pens. 

You grabbed it suddenly intending to throw it out. 

"Oh sorry, I made this fall," you eyed the bottle of perfume on the cabinet by the entrance as you put on your shoes. With quick hands you grabbed it but before placing the cap on, you brought it to your face and smelled it again. "It's very nice." Doyoung, seeing you out, was leaning on the wall. "Do you like it?" You nodded. "You can keep it." You hesitated, wondering if he was joking or not. "Think of me," his eyebrows wiggled amused and if you wouldn't have been so exhausted you would have begged him to take you against the same cabinet again. 

Now, eyes closed, you were thinking of him indeed as you smelled that cologne, a shy hand slowly creeping up your thigh. 

No. You weren't about to masturbate at work but the temptation was so big that you jolted as if awoken from a dream when your phone rang. 

You breathed in and out as if to calm down and picked it up. 

"Y/N speaking."

"Hi, soulmate."

His voice made you physically shiver and your heart started to beat so fast inside your ears that you were afraid Doyoung could hear it too. 

"How did you get my number?" 

"I don't have your number. This is the winery's one and I googled it."

You bit your lower lip feeling stupid. 

"Yeah, yeah, you're right. Sorry, I'm a little tired."

"Have you been working a lot lately?" 

"Yes," you replied and it was true, but it wasn't work that clouded and exhausted your mind. 

"You need a pause then. Do you want me to help you relax?" 

His low and amused tone made your legs shift and you changed their position. 

"What do you have in mind?" 

"Are you alone?" 

"Yes," you almost whispered. 

"Then close your eyes for me."

You did timidly and the increase of your breath probably was a confirmation for him that you listened because he went on soon after. 

"Now touch your neck slowly with your fingertips. Go down to your clavicle then gently cup your breasts."

"This is making me shiver," you breathed out. 

"Good. I bet you're wearing a thin bralette and your perked nipples are poking through."

You sighed as you touched them and smiled at Doyoung's correct intuition.  

"Yes," you replied. 

"Can you play with them as I would if I were there?" 

You whined and bit your lower lip trying to resist the urge. 

"Doyoung-," this is a little inappropriate and honestly, kinda rude of you, especially since you went mia suddenly and now you want to pick up from where you left, you intended to say but didn’t manage to. 

"Do it," he commanded and your hand flew to your breasts and started to play with your nipples as if it didn't belong to you anymore. 

"Good girl. Does it feel good?" 

"Yes," you whispered. 

"Speak up love."

"I can't be loud."

"Oh really? Then, now slip one hand under your panties and rub your clit. I bet you're soaking wet and let's see if you'll be able to not be loud." 

His voice sounded like a hypnotic melody and you didn't even question it when you found yourself with the fingers gently pressing on your clit in little circles. Your breath got quicker and heavier, the grip on the phone was even stronger. 

"Doyoung-," 

"Yes, babe? Does it feel good?" he cooed. 

"It feels so fucking good-," 

"Can you slip a finger in for me too, love?" 

You nodded even if he couldn't see you and you did as he wished, the stretch so unsatisfying in comparison to Doyoung's girth to make you whine frustrated. 

"I- I wished you fucked me instead-," 

"Okay then," he replied calmly and for a split second, you wondered if the whole phone sex thing was not something you weren’t good at to make him reply so dryly when the door to your office opened and Doyoung took his tongue out at you. 

His sudden presence made you so flustered that you promptly pulled your fingers away as if he caught you doing it instead of being the one ordering you around. 

"What are you doing here?" you put your phone down with a shaking hand. 

He walked lazily towards your desk and put a paper bag on it. "Brought you your clothes."

You looked at them. "How did you get in? My secretary-," 

"Told him I was your boyfriend."

You felt the air stop inside your lungs at his words but you couldn't do much as Doyoung suddenly bent down with hands on the desk and took your still wet fingers into his mouth. 

You gasped softly as he sucked on them slowly, letting his tongue collect every single drop of your wetness, his deep eyes flickering with amusement at your visible lust. 

And you were so horny that you didn't even question it when he grabbed your wrists and made you stand. You took a step towards him but he pulled you by the waist and turned you around, pushing you towards the desk with his hips and pressing himself into your ass until you were bent over. 

"You look amazing like this, just like a little slut waiting for my cock, ain't I right?"  

You gasped for air as he pressed one palm on your spine and the other slowly raised your skirt. 

"You keep dressing like this at work. No wonder your secretary was so upset to hear that I was your boyfriend. Do you want us to put on a little show for him? So he knows his place." 

His fingers drawing lines up and down your clothed pussy prevented you from forming any words and when you felt your panties slip to the side and heard Doyoung's zip you inhaled aching to feel him inside. 

But he didn't touch you where you wanted him to. 

"Answer me," he slapped your ass and you curved your neck up with a hiss. 

"If you finally fuck me good enough perhaps I'll be loud enough for him to hear me."

Another slap. 

"Are you being a brat now? Should I not make you cum just like-," 

"Nonononono please please no please--" the string of begging erupted out of you way too easily and it was interrupted by Doyoung's dry laugh and hard cock finally slipping inside. 

You exhaled deeply and he grunted, bottoming out until you felt his hip bones on your ass. 

He remained still then he snapped. 

"Fuck fuck Doyoung--ah!" you cried out. 

"Louder."

Your voice would have increased in volume without him ordering that but it certainly added to the whole desk creaking and skin slapping symphony. 

One of his hands was palming your ass while the other pulled you towards him by the waist, but then he changed his mind and grabbed your arms by the elbows, pulling your torso up and making you curve your spine. 

You cried out his name again and stared at his reflection in the window in front of you. Eyebrows furrowed and a couple of strands of his hair fallen from the styled fringe made his gaze even deeper when you locked eyes. 

Then he smiled wickedly and a shiver shook your body knowing that nothing good will come out of that. And soon enough he let go of your arms and held your bust instead while the other wrapped your throat. You gasped for air and he attached his teeth to your shoulder sucking deeply and slowly, so different to the pace of his quick hips. 

Your desk phone rang and Doyoung held you harder as an indication to not even think about it. Not that you even cared about besides the way his cock was stretching you all out. 

The string of your choked moans just increased their tempo until you shuddered in his arms with a cry, so hard and so suddenly that his hips stopped and he let go of your throat in a second, holding your body and breathing deeply with you until you didn't whine anymore. 

A kiss on the cheek then on the neck and you turned your head around, searching for his lips. 

Your phone rang again and he smiled. 

"Answer."

"But you're still-," 

He grabbed the phone, placing it to your ear and you had nothing else to do than breathe heavily and greet with a shaking and hoarse voice. 

You understood the first three words of the person talking on the other side before Doyoung pushed you on the desk again and started to thrust into you, this time seeking his own high. 

You gritted your teeth and rotated your torso to be able to place your palm on his stomach and push your nail into his shirt. 

The look in your eyes just made him even more amused. 

“Yes, yes, no, could you please repeat that?” 

And even if the voice on the other line kindly repeated itself, your eyes rolled inside of your head and your body moved back and forth on the desk making you not understand a single thing. 

It was so highly unprofessional and inappropriate that it made your blood boil with pleasure. You hung up, making a mental note to call back and use the ‘line went dead’ excuse. 

Doyoung didn’t like that independence a single bit and he made sure to show you as you suddenly found yourself standing, no cock to stretch you out anymore and his hands on your waist turning your around. 

“On your knees.” 

You slipped down in front of him with hands on his stomach then you let them fall on his soft suit pants. 

The veins on his hand were popping when he grabbed his cock and lightly hit your lips with its tip. You let out your tongue and let it bounce on it, leaning in to be able to catch in between your lips. 

Doyoung tutted and took half a step back making your suck on air. 

“When and how I say so,” he murmured and got closer again. 

His other hand grabbed your head and kept you in place, fully controlling the way he pushed his shaft between your lips, slowly smearing his precum on them. 

“I really want to let my cum slide down your throat right now.” 

You opened your mouth eagerly and he smiled wickedly. 

It reached the back of your throat in one go and you gagged, pressing your nails into his thighs. Heavy on your tongue, you couldn’t move so it was Doyoung to slowly thrust his hips, increasing his movements until you started to drool. 

“Fuck, you’re so good-,” 

Short-breathed and fingers tightening in your hair you could feel him reaching his orgasm soon. 

You lifted your gaze up and when he pulled out to make your breath you cupped his balls with one hand and took him inside of your mouth again. 

He choked and started to grunt, meeting your movements with his erratic ones until he went suddenly still and you whined feeling his cum hit the back of your throat. 

You swallowed quickly making him hiss as he thrust a couple of times more and he pulled out slowly, a string of saliva and his seed to connect your tongue to his tip. 

“You’re amazing. You know that?” he whispered with a raspy voice. His fingers caressed your cheeks and lips as you looked up at him panting.

_____

“Do you want me to hit him with my car?” 

Knowing him, it wasn’t a joke so you lightly hit his thigh. “Jeno!”

He chuckled. 

Meeting your soulmate - it should have been electrical, like two magnets meeting each other. 

The first moment you saw his shoulders, you knew it was him. Before you even saw his face and learned his name, you sighed in relief. Finally, you’ve found him and you were at home. 

Then why was it so difficult to just be with Doyoung?

He fucked you good and kissed your lips. He made sure you were okay after fucking your throat and even massaged your feet as you tried to catch your breath on the couch inside your office. 

“Can you please bring us, like, something to drink and some snacks?” Doyoung opened the door and talked to a very mortified secretary. 

“Sure,” he suddenly got up and looked around as if not knowing which planet he was on.

“Why are you torturing that poor boy?” you rolled your eyes when Doyoung plopped back on the couch near him. “Now he’ll want to resign from the job and he was quite good at it.” 

“I think he liked it. I know a post nut face when I see one and he definitely had some fun under that desk.” 

The secretary entered the office and his lips were tight as he placed the tray with coffee on the little table in front of you. 

“Thank you,” you smiled kindly at him. 

“No sugar for you ma’am and one sugar for you sir,” he announced before leaving as quickly as he came in. 

You leaned in and took your mug, sighing when you felt it’s warmth heat your skin.

“How did he know I take my coffee with one sugar?” Doyoung furrowed his eyebrows while doing the same. 

You looked at him and shrugged. “I told you he’s good at his job.”  

And you were thankful that the boy didn’t leave because now as you talked to Jeno in your office, weeks after you’ve seen Doyoung in there, you really needed someone to do your job. 

“I’m just not even concentrating much. I think I caught feelings for him while he only saw this as-- fucking,” you threw your hands in the air once and sighed, sitting down at your desk. 

Jeno hummed pensively. “Well, he strikes me as someone too romantic for that. People who just hookup don’t behave as he does. They just fuck and leave.” 

You rubbed the bridge of your nose. “I just think he was being considerate. You can’t fuck someone’s mouth then leave them there like that.” 

Jeno hummed again. “But he did call you my girl and he called himself your boyfriend.” 

You looked up. “My girl as the girl that I fuck and my boyfriend only to make the secretary let him in.”

Your friend pursed his lips as if considering that side of events. 

“How do you even know all of these details? I don’t remember telling you any of this before,” you chuckled. 

Jeno cleared his voice. “You told me. Are you having a loss of memory too now?” 

You sighed. “Maybe.” 

The young boy cleared his voice again. “Anyway! Plan. Send him nudes.” 

“What?” you exclaimed. 

You could go around your sweet friend Jeno suggesting you to fuck Doyoung when he was the Rabbit boy but suggesting you to send the dude nudes? 

Seeing his pink cheeks Jeno must have suddenly realized what he has just said too and regretted it. 

“Trust me. He’s an air sign. They like sexting and mind fucking and all of that stuff. Now I have to go.”

You looked at him standing up. “Since when are you into astrology? Also, where are you going? We were supposed to have lunch together!” 

“Sext him and send him a good coochie pic. Bye, love you,” he left like the wind and you leaned back in your chair perplexed.

_____

"Do you trust me?" 

"Yeah," his voice was a whisper and it got engulfed by the jingle of handcuffs in your hands. 

You were so beautiful and intoxicating that Doyoung found himself having difficulties breathing when you slowly started to crawl on the bed towards him. 

“I’m glad you wore the lingerie I sent you,” he whispered, hands reaching towards you to feel the material under his fingertips. But you grabbed them with a sudden force and Doyoung groaned, finding himself pinned to the bed instead.  

“No touching,” you purred. 

The young man sighed, feeling his cock twitching on his lower stomach. 

You eyed it and smiled like a cat. “You want me to touch you, babe?” 

Doyoung nodded. “Please?” 

You licked your lips and leaned down, your lips so close to his cock to make him audible whine. A little bit. A little bit more and he would feel-

And then he woke up shaking in his bed. 

“Shit.” Doyoung closed his eyes again, rolling on his back with a certain difficulty. 

His cock was so hard that it was almost painful and he felt short-breathed. 

He looked at his ceiling again and he blinked twice when he realized by the hue of it that his phone lit up. 

With a groan he extended his arm to the side and grabbed it, narrowing his eyes at the bright screen. 

Then he choked and sat up.

“Fuck!” Doyoung exclaimed upon seeing his phone turn dark in his hands. 

With a quick roll of the body, he put his palms on the ground looking for his charger. It took him some other swears and grunts to finally charge it but the phone remained black.

“What the fuck,” he sighed, hitting his head into the pillow.

_____

It was in the way you walked, the way your feet touched the floor. 

Or maybe it was the way the air floated between your fingers when you moved your wrists as if grabbing something in Doyoung’s chest and pulling him towards you. 

The line of your back extended up until your neck, the line of your jaw, your cheeks puffing up when you laughed and your eyes closing for a second. The sound of it making his heart beat faster and a little smile creeping on his lips although he was in a very bad mood that day. 

The people you were talking to stopped looking at you and stared somewhere behind your back instead. 

Mouth still open while explaining to them that blue and red looked disgusting together, you turned around to see what caught their attention and you met Doyoung’s face. 

Your breath hitched and you had to swallow a few times before being able to speak. 

“Hey,” you straightened your back as he approached you. 

“It’s time for a lunch break,” he announced without batting an eye. 

You blinked a few times, trying to process his presence there all of a sudden. 

“You’re dismissed,” he spoke to the creative team and they obeyed him, walking away slowly and chuckling between themselves. 

You waited for them to not eavesdrop and huffed before whispering. “Who do you think you are?” 

“Your soulmate.” 

He slipped his hand in yours and started to walk towards the exit. You let yourself be dragged amused for the first steps then stopped. 

“My bag.” 

Doyoung rolled his eyes and raised his other hand that was already holding it. 

“Come on. I’m starving.” 

“Where are we going?” you asked the back of his head as you were already descending the stairs. “Why are you here?” 

“I’m annoyed,” he replied as if that was a sufficient explanation and opened the passenger seat’s door for you. "So I wanted to see you because it puts me in a good mood."

You looked at him for a few moments then sighed, trying to conceal your flustered emotions. 

“Why are you annoyed? Because you realized that leaving me on read last night was stupid?” you put on your seatbelt. 

When you raised your head Doyoung’s palms were on both sides of your face and his lips on yours. You exhaled softly, not expecting any of it so suddenly, then timidly you rested your hand on his knee. The luscious material of his suit was delicate under your fingertips so you absentmindedly started to draw little circles on it, imitating the pattern Doyoung’s tongue was making yours dance in. When he pulled away slightly you managed to look at his eyes. He placed another peck on your lips, then another. By the time he placed the third one you were giggling. The corners of his mouth raised too and you cupped his face and he flinched imperceptibly. 

“I thought you wanted to slap me.” 

“There are many reasons why I would want to slap you but not today.” 

“Not today.” 

“Be ready anytime.” 

“You too,” he kissed your knuckles before putting his hands on the wheel. “But like on the butt.”

The engire roared as Doyoung turned the keys. 

“My phone died,” he explained. 

“Yeah, okay.” 

“I swear.”

The engine roared again and you drove away from the winery's parking lot. 

You sighed, crossing your arms on your chest. 

“It’s okay. Only because you’re sweet.”  

"Am I sweet?" 

"You are." 

"You're sweet too so I can't wait to eat you out again."

You rolled your eyes playfully. "Okay, you went there." 

But he didn't do anything you'd expect him to do. Entering his apartment calmly, you both let the shoes at the entrance and you sighed to feel his soft living room rug under your bare feet. 

No bending, no pushing and no hands to knead your flesh. 

You tilted your head to the side amused as he placed your bag on the couch and ventured towards the kitchen. 

"Is Jaemin home?" you inquired. Maybe that was the reason he didn't want to rearrange your guts that day. 

Doyoung took away his jacket and slowly rolled up his sleeves. Your eyes followed his movements and although you weren't horny one bit before you saw him, now you would have been able to go on for multiple rounds with no rest in between upon seeing just his forearms. You took away your jacket too and expected him to do something already but he turned around and entered the kitchen instead. 

"I'm making spaghetti."

You blinked at his profile as he retrieved a pan and a pot, filling the latter with water. 

"Did you really bring me here for lunch?" you couldn't help but ask as you sat down at the table. 

"Yeah. Why? Is that strange?" 

You shrugged. "I don't know. You've always sought me for other things."

He faked an offended expression. "I fed you dinner last time."

You smiled. "But you also fucked me."

"You want me to fuck you after spaghetti?" 

"Not necessarily. I like just hanging out with you, but only you like it as well."

As if sensing something in your tone, his amusement wore off when he finally started to cut the onions. 

"Of course. Why wouldn't I like it?" 

"I mean, we've never really openly discussed this," you gestured between you. "Hell, I fucked you three times before knowing your name."

"You've never asked for it."

"Yeah, well, my mouth was busy doing something else." 

He smiled a little and let the onions fall into the hot pan, stirring a few times and opening the fridge to retrieve the tomato sauce. 

"How do you want to discuss it?" 

His voice got quieter and you had the hunch that he really didn't like having serious talks or emotional ones. Just like, well, just like your supposed soulmate. The thought made your stomach knot up. 

"I know this might sound a little funny, but like, what are we?" 

Doyoung added the tomato sauce and sprinkled salt, pepper and hot pepper flakes on it before stirring. His domestic look made your chest hurt in ways you've never experienced with him before and suddenly you were afraid to know what he had to say. 

"I don't know, but we can be something starting now."

You sighed a little. "Like, friends with benefits?" 

Doyoung's expression didn't change but his throat moved as he swallowed. The water started to boil and he put the spaghetti in, pushing them inside as they softened. 

"You want us to be friends with benefits?" 

No. 

Yes. 

But like no. 

You wanted the friends, you wanted the benefits, but you wanted more. 

Would you scare him away if you said that? Would he retreat just like he did when you mentioned the soulmates discourse? 

"What about you?"

Dancing around each other like two assassins about to throw the first dagger you let the silence be the witness of it. 

"I like you," he hit you first but it was no knife. It was light just like a kiss and your eyelids fluttered. 

"Really?" 

He let out a single soft chuckle. "Yeah. Why are you so surprised?" 

You gulped and looked around not knowing what to say. 

"It's just-- your whole soulmate discourse made it look like you wouldn't be romantically interested in me at all."

Doyoung didn’t speak for a moment as if trying to remember, then nodded. 

"I don't believe in soulmates." 

He placed the lid on the sauce and let it slowly cook. 

"I believe in choices. And I'm choosing you I guess."

"Don't you think that maybe you're conditioned to choose me because I'm your soulmate?" you tried to joke but Doyoung didn't smile. 

"And where would the fun be in that? My freedom? I think the universe might give you a path but you're free to follow it or not."

"Of course. But isn't it comforting to know that the universe is taking care of you that way?" 

"Maybe. Perhaps we're actually soulmates and we've met like ones but now it's our duty to do something about it. I can decide not to see you anymore. What's the universe going to do about it?" 

"Make me get into your way and annoy you?" you smiled and his lips curved too.  

"What I'm trying to say is that I think we're making our soulmates. I decide that you're my soulmate and we mould ourselves to fit each other. No one is a perfect fit."

You didn't know what to say. 

"I tried all of this time you know? I actively sought you out and maybe to you it was fate but we wouldn't be here if I didn't come to you. But you've just been waiting."

His words stung your heart and it felt like a scold. 

"I just--it's not like I don't care. I also like you. A lot. I was just--hoping for it to be soulmate like, you know? Maybe that was childish of me." 

"What did the Lady tell you? As your last words?" 

"To have faith."

"Me too. But to me, faith is putting in the effort and believing in good results. Not waiting for stuff to happen."

"I guess you're right."

"Would you have let me go if you didn't think I was the soulmate you were looking for?" 

You blinked a few times unable to speak. 

Yeah. 

You would have and the sudden realization felt so scary that your spine started to shiver. 

He has been speaking without looking at you and at your silence, he turned his head towards you. When he noticed your glossy eyes he let the pan go and walked towards you.

"Why? No. Why are you crying?" he kneeled in front of you, talking with a soft voice and he placed his hands on your shoulders. 

You shook your head shocked to see a few drops on your thighs and quickly patted your cheeks dry. Then you let out a timid laugh. 

"I don't know what happened. I got emotional all of a sudden. It's fine."

Doyoung sighed and nibbled at his lower lip. 

"What I'm trying to say is, even if someone came to me now and told me that you're not my soulmate and they are instead, I would not care. I'm still choosing whoever I want and that's you."

You felt your chin shake by itself and hated the fact that you wore your emotions on your sleeve like that. 

"I'm sorry."

"Why?" 

You shrugged. "I don't know. I feel like I fucked up something." 

Doyoung waited, his fingers gently running your arms. 

"I would have probably made the mistake of letting you go-," you sobbed, "and at first since things have been so weird and not necessarily easy I didn’t try enough-," 

His eyes softened and he pulled you into a hug. 

"You're here now. Why are you worrying about things that could have happened?" 

You wrapped his neck and hid your face into his shirt. His familiar scent culled you and you bathed in his warmth. 

"I feel like I'm very childish right now and the lady told me that my soulmate liked me for being a boss woman-," 

"I like all of our sides, you fool," he pulled you away and kissed your forehead. 

"But you’d like me more if I tied you up." "You’d also like me more if I tied you up." "I actually like it when you're subby." "See? And the lady told me that you liked me being dominant." "I do love it when you're dominant," you timidly circled his chest with your finger. "Hm, maybe I should-," 

"The pasta!" you yelled pointing your finger and Doyoung jolted turning around towards the stove. 

The pasta was completely fine and he sighed closing his eyes. 

"I thought it was on fire," he complained with a whiny tone as he turned the stove off. Quickly he drained the spaghetti and threw it in the tomato sauce stirring it afterwards. With the corner of his eye, he saw you stand. 

"Come here."

You giggled and took a few quick steps back. 

His eyes were furious and paired with his smiling expression he looked like a tornado. 

"Come here," he repeated. 

You shook your head. 

"I said-," he managed to grab you and throw you on his shoulder, "-come here."

"Fuck!" you squealed. "Yeah, fuck, that's exactly what I'm going to do to you now."

One second you were standing and the other you were lying down on the couch with the most aggressive Doyoung you’ve ever seen attached to your neck. 

The whines came quickly as he sucked your skin inside the mouth, not worrying for a second if it might become sore. As you grabbed his belt his iron fingers clasped your wrists together and you found yourself pinned with your arms above your head. Your chest rose and fell fast looking at his dark eyes under the unstyled fringe. 

“Be a good girl and perhaps I’ll think about making you cum,” he whispered through his teeth. You squirmed under him and found yourself breathless. 

“Did you hear me?” his other hand fell back the exact moment he bit down on your clothed nipple. 

“Are you not wearing a bra?” 

You giggled. “I manifested you coming to see me today. And you did.” 

His eyes were dark as they analyzed you and for an instance, you thought he’d burst into tears. 

But then he reached the hem of your blouse and lifted it up in a second, biting your nipple, letting his tongue circle it afterwards, soothing the sudden sweet pain then biting on it again, stretching it out, sucking on it, giving the same treatment to the other one. His fingers intertwined yours when he felt your wrists try to lift up from the couch and he pushed them down even harder than before. 

“Do I have to tie you all up? Huh? I bet you’d like it, right?” 

His breath was hot on your lips and so was his tongue when he took it out and slowly outlined them with his wet tip. You opened your mouth and took out your tongue too with a little moan, trying to catch him into a kiss, but he chuckled lightly and let you feel the air instead. Another whine as you lifted your head to reach him but he was quick to push you down by pressing his fingers on your throat. You choked lightly and he pouted. 

“Bad baby girls don’t get to kiss,” he murmured. "But if you really want it-" he pressed one finger on your lower lip and opened your mouth. Y

our thighs tightened their hold around his waist and you pulled him towards you even more. The trail of saliva falling on your tongue from his mouth added somehow to the wetness between your legs. 

You wanted to be a good girl. You wanted to be a good girl so badly, pleasing him and letting him whatever he wanted to you. 

Swallowing slowly, you opened your mouth for more and he finally shoved his tongue inside, kissing you deeply, grunting as he let your hands go and you were quick to let them slide under his shirt. 

His skin was hot and your fingers icy cold. He hissed when you circled his nipples and bit your lip. 

"Maybe you should warm your hands by doing something useful." He took his cock out and-

"Okay, that's enough!" Jeno threw a cloth on the crystal ball. 

"Ah! Come on! I was having so much fun," the Lady complained, jingling her earrings as she giggled. 

The boy sitting across the table made a throwing up sound. "Also, why are you still looking like that? It's creeping me out," he commented. 

The Lady looked at the mirror on her right and chuckled again. 

"I like it when Haechannie is like this," Jaemin appeared from behind him and playfully kissed his cheek. 

Jeno made another gag sound. "Gross."

Haechan shook his head and as the boys blinked he was back to his boyish looks. "I'll never get used to this," Jaemin murmured as he was not holding long hair anymore. 

"Good job guys. We did it again," Haechan stood up and yawned, lifting his arms in a satisfying stretch. "If Jaemin didn't get back home that time she was over then it might have been quicker," Jeno lifted his legs on the table and leaned down on the chair. 

“This is my first job! It was very tough for me actually,” Jaemin complained. 

“Hard for you? I had to be myself, the winery girl, the secretary-,” he counted on his fingers. 

“I had to be the cashier and I almost lost it when Jaemin said he couldn’t wait to taste your wet pussy-,” Haechan threw his head back and laughed. Jaemin imitated him soon after.

“Did you see Doyoung’s face? He wasn’t into it at all.” 

"I miss being a Gryffindor. This universe is boring as fuck,” Jeno rolled his eyes even if he was also smiling a little. 

"The next one might be as boring as this my dear friends," Haechan sat back down and brought out his book. 

Jeno groaned. "Can't we have a normal life for once? I had to pretend I was a girl. And not only. The thought of Y/N thinking I was doing BDSM stuff with that guy-," he indicated a very amused Jaemin, "-took a toll on my health." 

"I'm sorry I'm not a shapeshifter too. I would have loved to be the girl in this relationship. Also, it was you that told her we were doing BDSM stuff, not me.”

“It’s because I forgot to fully shift my arms! She thought I was-,”

"Quiet."

As Haechan spoke the guys immediately stopped talking and Jeno put his feet down. 

"The next one is going to be a hard one. We're going to a dark place."

He closed the book.

"To hell, boys."

[hungnitan]

Code Geass Lost Stories Short Review

A/N : I gonna say as if everyone know about this anime so maybe some parts kinda confusing for new reader (XD)

This game opened from May 17 22:00 (Japan Time) but it really accessable from 06:00 (Japan Time) and as now only need 2 GB

Prologue : This game different than Lost Colors since it already decided from very start that we join Black Knight. The prologue started with picking main character then suddenly we started at Narita arc as Black Knight member and even own prototype knightmare without proper explanation...

Prologue end after we saved Lelouch from Suzaku (right before CC appear parts)

MC : Background kinda mix of Lelouch Kallen (lol), half Britannia half Japanese involve at war 7 year ago, their parents got killed so they using different surname and live with Britannian family, want to revenge on Britannia and Lelouch classmate but mostly absent.

They join rebel forces (or should I say make alliance to Lelouch only) after make a contract with Lelouch to change the world into better place even for weak people yeah mc know Lelouch real identity after saw him kill Clovis

Gameplay : Tower defense game, even to someone rarely play that genre I thought it’s explained good enough~ 

In short there’s 3 type you need to know, Frontliner, Support and Buff/Healer. Frontliner only can be placed at light blue spot while others at rock spot (look pic above)

Scout : Decent like most mobage, 10 pull = 3.000 sakuradite (gems) and at tutorial pull guarateed at least one *4 card (*4 for now just CC Kallen Suzaku Euphemia Cornelia)

Building Team : For this game, we need pilot and knightmare to make a team and suck enough not all pilot at scout include knightmare ! (one of them is Euphi)

My Review

Story : 4.5/5

I already finished chapter 1 and mostly it’s same as anime with some parts have our mc POV but all character have voice so there’s some satisfaction about it ! 

Good enough I pick female mc cause I think our mc pretty mellow and unstable for a male (lol)

Gameplay : 4/5

Additional Comment : 3/5

Some parts pretty complicated if you can’t understand Japanese or not read guide. The negative point in this game is exp chip for pilot leveling really hard to get ! Means if you not patience enough this game kind of annoying. Plus I said above, some scout won’t get you a knightmare as knightmare pretty important for having it in variety and additional information for defense game you need to balance levelling a pilot

And added those above, this game connection still unstable in some parts so sometimes you kicked because of bad connections even you don't (lol)

Kindly reminder this game made by DMM Games so don’t get your hope too much ! DMM famous for making too-expensive-but-not-worth-the-cost game and it shown. I try fastrun and my conclusion is this game really hard to pass with just tutorial scout and *2 below. I happens to get *4 Kallen and *3 Darlton which I think it’s pretty lucky itself but it still hard as rock to finish 1-15 above ! (chapter 1 have 20 part)

My recommendation to complete this game : Try getting *4 Kallen/Suzaku/Cornelia (if can’t *3 Todo) at tutorial scout then use at least another 20 pull to make things easier since exp farming are hard for tutorial scout only team building... 

Best *4 : Suzaku > Kallen Cornelia > Euphi CC

And additional best is getting *4 Suzaku then upgrade his knightmare (getting Lancelot range version)

My Verdict : 3.75/5

It’s good game for Code Geass fans but I must say this kinda hard to appreciate game, first of all they make knightmare for mc but we can’t get it in scout nor as starter (let's hope they added it for former)

Then I saw this game isn’t that f2p friendly (don’t know for sure until event happens). To complete this game you need at least 2 good frontliner. I happens to get Kallen and Todo after added another 20 pull but what’s happen to players can’t get those frontliner...

If I must give honest answer maybe it’s better they release another story of lost colors as we’re already familiar with Rai and freedom of choosing side~

My conclusion is this game won’t last more than two years if nothing impressive happens but I gonna play this game until shutdown as I’m code geass fans and I love reminiscing (lol)

Additional Reward : Set your birthday date and it gave you 10 *3 scout ticket when it's your birthday came~

[mrchalamet-mrstyles]

Reputation Management and the Rot at the Heart of Celebrity Journalism: How Armie Hammer Tried to Get Ahead of the Story—with Help from a GQ Writer

On September 30, 2020, GQ UK published an interview with Armie Hammer. The headline: Armie Hammer wants you to pick up the phone and call a friend. Like, now.

The interview was packaged as a rare, candid conversation with a movie star about his mental health struggles. A man who supposedly had it all—looks, breeding, a successful career on the silver-screen—was admitting that appearances can be deceiving. And he wanted the whole world to know he was having a hard time. Why? So that others in a similar position would feel inspired to seek help.

So humble. So brave.

Looking back, it's clear the interview represented a calculated attempt by a well-oiled publicity machine to prop up the 6'5" oil heir as a hero, lest he be exposed as a monster.

By September 2020, many of Armie's alleged DMs were already ricocheting across social media. In fact, they'd gone somewhat viral on July 15, following his divorce announcement.

What Armie's reputation needed, asap, was a good old-fashioned scrubbing—something to show that, whatever his demons, he was addressing them. Armie was doing the work.

And boy, did GQ UK come through for our leading man. It even put him on the cover of the November 2020 issue, all broody and soulful and wanting to open up about his pain, man.

But why did Armie's team go all the way to the United Kingdom in search of the ideal publication through which to launder his image?

This is where things get interesting.

Armie's mental health cover story was written and packaged by GQ UK's Chief Content Officer, Jonathan Heaf. It marked the second occasion both men worked together in less than two years: Armie had graced the March 2019 cover of the magazine—the accompanying profile of the actor was written by Heaf.

It's not exactly unheard of for celebrity coverage to be cloyingly sycophantic. But Heaf's 2019 article? Never before had a glossy magazine printed a rim job quite like this one.

He takes great pains to let the reader know that he really likes Armie Hammer:

It’s easy to want to be friends with Hammer. You can kind of tell, right? I swooned, plus he’s terrific company.

He really, really likes Armie Hammer:

"Did I tell you how much I like Armie Hammer? Well, let me tell you again: it’s very easy to like Armie Hammer."

It's a familiar experience—you become infatuated with someone, and you want to talk about how great they are to anyone who will listen.

"I am compelled to tell Chalamet what I feel compelled to tell you: about the sheer decency of Hammer as a human being."

Anything else you told Armie's co-star about Armie, Jonathan?

"I tell him that I believe there is something noble about his friend, mentor and colleague. Not noble as in a sense of hierarchy or blue-bloodedness, but more in a decent, gallant, chivalrous way."

Geez, man. It sounds like you started to worship Armie Hammer. I hope you didn't go even further overboard with the compliments, because they might look embarrassing in retrospect.

Ah, well. Nevertheless.

You should've listened to your role model, Jonathan. He wasn't wrong.

The question is, Why? What the hell happened to make a journalist become so chummy with his interview subject? (Beyond the obvious lack of professionalism, of course.)

Unfortunately for Jonathan, he might not be in a position to answer this. There's that pesky lack of professionalism, for one. While the interview with Armie Hammer was technically supposed to be a "work" thing, Jonathan ended up getting drunk. Very, very drunk. So drunk he doesn't remember how he got home. So drunk he barely recalls the evening he spent on the company dime, "interviewing" Armie Hammer.

I'm not making this up. Jonathan Heaf, Chief Content Officer of GQ UK, spent half the article talking about how hungover he was the day after the interview. Half the article. Surely, nobody who leafed through the March 2019 issue of GQ UK looking for the Armie Hammer profile gives a rat about Jonathan Heaf's hangover. I'm not sure anybody in the world would be interested in reading these many words about Jonathan Heaf. Not even his mother. Yet here we are.

There's another reason we are unlikely to ever get an answer for why Jonathan Heaf loves Armie Hammer so much. The reason is because the two men share a secret. A salacious secret. A secret so juicy and hilarious, the two men can't help joking about it on Twitter.

Oh man, you really had to be there. It was a bonding moment between two dads. (Yes, both men are fathers.) It even got immortalized in a very funny photo! Jonathan loves talking about "THE PHOTO." But he won't let you see it. No, sir. It's a secret photo. A secret photo related to an even secreter secret shared between Jonathan Heaf and Armie Hammer.

And let him tell you, Jonathan Heaf is very, very relieved that his secret is safe with Armie Hammer. So safe he can play coy about it in the pages of the magazine that employs him.

If you see Armie Hammer out on the street, looking tall and noble, ask him. Ask Hammer the actor what happened to him and the British journalist after the Martini session in the Sunset Tower Hotel bar in November last year. Walk up to him. Say hi. Smile. Wave. Talk. Engage in a conversation. He’ll like that. Be nice. Be civil. Be a bit more, well, be a bit more Armie. I mean, he probably won’t tell you. Why not? Well, he’s Armie Hammer, isn’t he? It wouldn’t be gracious. It would make you laugh like hell, sure, but it wouldn’t be loyal. It wouldn’t be decent. And, you know, we could all do with being a bit more Armie Hammer sometimes. Right, Armie?"

If you've made it this far (first of all—thank you), you may be wondering whether I'm being too harsh on poor old Jonathan Heaf. How was he supposed to know his utterly decent, supremely loyal friend Armie Hammer would turn out to be a sadistic psychopath? Jonathan Heaf is probably just as freaked out as we all are. Right?

On Thursday, Heaf uploaded a photograph to his Instagram grid, of himself wearing a flashy tracksuit. If the tracksuit looks familiar, it's probably because you've seen Armie Hammer wear it on the pages of GQ UK.

And in the comments of his dapper tracksuit insta pic, Jonathan Heaf, Chief Content Officer of GQ UK, wrote, "cut me, I bleed breakfast wine 🍷"

(X)

[chaoshomeschooler]

1/29/21 - 3:40 AM

this is pretty long so here’s a read more

I’ve come to accept the fact that I simply do not operate in the daytime. The past several days I have ended up staying up until 4 saying “I’ll go to sleep soon” while getting nothing done. Then I sleep until some ungodly hour the next day - not like I’m in my bed sleeping until noon. No. I get up, go to work, then doze off at work between customers. Every time I fall asleep at work I get... scared? I hear these clicking sounds and I feel dread while I’m sleeping but I still just kind of sleep. It’s really not fun. But either way, I’ve been getting almost nothing done in the day because I sleep until really late (today I stayed home and I ended up being up for three hours then taking like a four hour nap) and then I get nothing done at night because I keep thinking I’ll go to sleep soon.

So today I’m just staying up all night, getting things done, and hopefully I’ll be so tired that I can get to sleep at a decent hour tomorrow, even if I end up dosing off all morning.

And guess what. It worked. I got an assignment done and I started on my next one. I’m still awake enough that I’m going to go work on a scholarship and a commission after this.

For me everything is about results and not method. Ideally I’d operate during regular hours but ya know - it may not be the right way but it’s the only thing that’s working for me right now.

Oh yeah and I’m actually using my desk for once in my life so I feel like a real student for once lol.

Stu-dna challenge days 27-29:

27. study in groups or study alone?

What’s a group?

JK umm when I used to be in co-ops (Classical Conversations or CC, for the initiated) and that one year I was at the career center I did have several group projects and breakouts in classes - I hated the group projects because either I was the only one who did any work (career center) or I was stuck with someone who hated me/the group was so big it was hard to get anything done (CC). So nah, in most cases I would rather study alone unless it’s with my one friend who actually cares about her grades like I do.

28. do you like the cold? what are your favourite winter activities?

I don’t necessarily like the cold but it’s better than the heat bc you can put on layers or use a space heater - in the heat there’s only so much you can do.

Uhhh my favorite winter activities would really just be anything Christmas related. Just hanging out at home and decorating or baking or making gifts for my friends or anything like that

29. do you have any hobbies?

I find it hard to define hobbies? Like I sew and crochet but that’s also my job. I learned embroidery over the summer and I also write but I don’t have time for either of those things any more.

I also play piano but it’s kind of a school subject due to the like intensity of my learning that (wow I can’t english rn). Cello is more of a hobby for me because I don’t take lessons anymore - but that’s another thing that I don’t have much time for.

spell-studies challenge:

3. Wed. Jan 27: what are you most excited for this semester/challenge?

This isn’t school related but it’s happening this semester - I’m going to go visit Belmont University and my Adult Friends aka my favorite band who all went there are gonna meet up with me there.

I guess describing them as my favorite band makes it sound really unrealistic - they’re a super tiny band and I met them when they were even way less famous - I started talking to them and one of them commissioned something from me etc etc now we talk on and off on social media and whenever they come to my area we hang out. Also they’re not that much older than me I think they’re like 7 or so years older.

4. Thur. Jan 28: Wanna post a work space pic?

I added the pic at the top of the post before I even saw this prompt lol :)

5. Fri. Jan 29: TGIF what’s today’s ~vibe~?

today’s (yesterday’s???) vibe is ✨disappointment✨ I slept way too much and got nothing done yaaayyyyy - so by the time my parents got home (they work like a million hours a day so I don’t get to see them much) I was still working so I couldn’t spend any time with them. I’ve been trying to spend more time with them bc I’m graduating this spring/summer (*barf*)

but the vibe going into the rest of today is ✨fuck you you better get some shit done and tire yourself out so you can go to sleep fuck you and your bad habits✨

[altarflame]

I woke up Saturday morning having a really fucking hard time. My job is unbelievably stressful lately, a couple of my kids are struggling, I don’t want to get deeply into it but my mother in law and her husband seemed to really be fighting for their lives with covid, and now my sister and her family have caught it, and the cognitive dissonance of like - suiting up in full hazmat gear to go in patients’ homes and then walking into a gas station to find that nobody’s even got a mask on, hearing the hospital reports and then dropping my loved ones off at food service jobs - is crazy making af. Navigating back to school has been wall to wall bs. I’ve dropped so much money on having enough higher quality masks for this huge household. I’m so tired of all my social media platforms being nothing but the fucking pandemic. Just. I was a mess, crying every 10 minutes for the whole first half of the day. 

So. Come evening, Sterling and I drove to St Augustine Beach for the full moon. It’s the first time I’ve been IN the ocean, tossed around by waves, swimming through the darkness, in a long long time. The sand was so bright, it was so magical and so RESTORATIVE. Hours. I got stung by something but I’m fine. It felt liminal and grounding and… wonderful? We were out past the point where waves form and break, in the black velvet stillness on a sandbar, watching them form from behind. 

Sitting side by side, handling creatures and pouring sand on each others’ legs. We saw a sting ray. Salty kisses and old stories. 

We laughed our way back to a hotel, drunk co-showered and passed out after doin’ it. Woke up and did it, and then found a PHENOMENAL outdoor brunch spot. Socially distanced in the shade, with decent music and lots of plants and great staff.

You can’t, like, TELL, from these pics, like... THIS FOOD. I had to close my eyes to chew on multiple occasions. Sterling needed to go tell the chef in the kitchen how amazing it all was, even after we had a whole conversation with a very passionately invested waiter. The explanations about like, salt and sugar cured lemons making local honey pop on the goat cheese, and how old the starter for the sourdough is, I don’t know man. It was some shit.

I definitely woke up looking like someone who drank most of a bottle of wine, went to bed at 4:30am, and then slept on my face 🤷🏻‍♀️ But damn do I feel more like a human being than I did 36 hours ago.

The pictures do not do that food justice. No pictures could capture the beach part. I’ll leave a snippet of an old poem I half wrote in my phone years ago, and shared with him….

I like perhaps too much the mix Of sea water and old wine Salt residue stained all around my Lips as I suck bits of faded gravel And sour-sweet skin so numb with Tingly warm fingertips and foam bright Shifting like goosebumps in sand right Now with my hands in the Tide and the moon slowly covered

[sonxflight-a2]

Ship meme for Lao and Ryou~

☯ Ultimate Ship Meme ║ @bastardsunlight​ ☯

✧👒 General:

Rate the Ship: Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP

How long will they last? Let the circumstances occasionally separate them, this is nonetheless a lifetime ride.

How quickly did/will they fall in love? Even tho Lao was crushing hard, it nonetheless took some time for their deep love towards each other to bloom.

How was their first kiss? Cautious and gentle at first, but then transforming into more passionate and sensual one; happened during their secluded training in the mountains.

✧👒 Wedding:

Who proposed? Ryou did, first simply as the possible mean to loosen the pressure upon his younger beloved (can see Lao’s family being doubtful, but Ryou’s influence winning here). Genuine question arised when Lao showed his actual concern about them getting married.

Who is the best man/men? Liu Kang from Lao’s side obvs

Who did the most planning? Likely both of them showed an equal effort cos it’s their special day.

Who stressed the most? Can see Lao being nervous about the whole ceremony and Ryou reassuring him.

How fancy was the ceremony?: Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? Anyone who’d be able to ruin their wedding / showed disapproval towards their marriage.

✧👒 Sex:

Who is on top? *Will Smith’s pose* @ half-Edenian boi over here

Who is the one to instigate things? Either of them do + Lao getting more bolder with time.

How healthy is their sex life?: Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they?: Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? Lao’s stamina is overpowered by such of Ryou (Edenian blood and stuff), however, I do see it getting way more honed later.

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? Most likely, at least Ryou does strive to make it fair.

How rough are they in bed?: Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it (aka Ryou indulges Lao’s masochistic tendencies while knowing the limits)

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do?: No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory (the urge to satiate the touch starvation is strong here, tho they do avoid any unnecessary PDA)

✧👒 Children:

How many children will they adopt? One, maybe two; can see them having a bunch of disciples tho :v

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? Both are quite decent babysitters lol

Who is the stricter parent? Either can be quite strict once necessary, but they’re always motivated by paternal love rather than striving towards the perfect progeny.

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? Ryou does, the man can be overprotective af.

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? Both do???

Who is the more loved parent? Will likely depend on the kid’s character.

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? Probably either would, Ryou being the one who attends them a bit more often all the same.

Who cried the most at graduation? Neither, tho they did get a bit emotional.

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? Both are getting their child’s ass outta the trouble and rebuking them after.

✧👒 Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? They’d likely cook together.

Who is the most picky in their food choice? h m m  probably Lao is pickier here

Who does the grocery shopping? It would probably be a joint pastime.

How often do they bake desserts? Rather seldom, but they probably would for the sake of their kids/disciples.

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? They are likely to lean towards more vegetarian diet (Ryou is fond of seafood all the same).

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? Can see Lao doing that for Ryou.

Who is more likely to suggest going out? Lao; Ryou’s nature is way more introvertive.

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? Neither lmao

✧👒 Chores:

Who cleans the room? Both.

Who is really against chores? Neither.

Who cleans up after the pets? Depends on who’s to be considered the owner.

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? No one, they aren’t slobs lol

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? Neither, they simply aren’t bothered by such.

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? Neither, for they’d keep their finances where they belong.

✧👒 Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? Depends if the showering/bathing is solitary or joint :^)

Who takes the dog out for a walk? a g a i n  depends on who’s to be considered the owner.

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? Likely not too often, the frequency would rise in the case of kids.

What are their goals for the relationship? Ryou finds his solace in Lao, while Lao finds his fulfillment in Ryou.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? Lao has it better when it comes to the sleep schedule.

Who plays the most pranks? Lao, not upon Ryou tho lol

[slash-em-up]

To Touch: An Iceman Fic

Ok so this is a lot softer than my other two pics for Niko; but I had a need for some sweeter content after @dashinslashin posted about the boy needing a massage and some hot cocoa. This is all your fault Dash.

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Niko had made it crystal clear from the beginning that he was not interested in being your boyfriend. Hell, he wasn’t even interested in being your friend. All you were to each other was a semi-regular hook-up.

You worked at the local bar off the pier and knew most, if not all, of the fisherman that launched from your area - but the only one who didn’t seem interested in flirting with you or playing grab-ass was Nikolas. So obviously he was the one you fixated on.

What could you say? You were a sucker for tall loner-types. And the sex was damn hot.

He was what your grandma would probably call a ‘lost soul’ - eyes blank but always searching for something you doubted he could put a name to.

You were pretty sure he tolerated you because you didn’t make fun of him when he tripped over a word or two in English (not that he spoke that much anyway). If he’d asked, you would have told him that you were only a second-generation Alaskan, and both your mom and grandparent still had trouble with their own vocabularies.

But he didn’t, so you kept that to yourself.

The winter storm rolling in off the sea and down from the mountains was vicious enough to force even the most fool-hardy soul back into the safety of their homes. Sadly for you and Niko, the real blizzard hadn’t started up until you two were well into your… well, your fucking.

Neither of you noticed until afterwards that the small path leading from Nikolas’ tiny house back into town was beyond impassable.

“Voi helvetti…” Niko muttered, yanking his shirt back over his head and stomping to the door.

You let out a shrill yelp as the cold air rushed in from the open entryway and under the quilt - your still naked form immediately beginning to shiver.

The door slammed as your former bedmate left the house to do god-knows-what in the middle of a damn blizzard.

Nikos’ dog rushed in from the small backroom he’d been exiled to and leapt onto the bed. He cuddled in close and began lathing the skin of your face with wet kisses.

You couldn’t complain.

The thick fur pressed against you was warm and you’d always liked dogs well enough.

You eyed the sweater Nikolas had discarded earlier and hesitantly stuck one leg out from under the covers - stretching as far as you could and grasping the thick, worn wool with your toes.

Jackpot.

The underwear you arrived in were nowhere to be found; but the sweater came nearly to mid-thigh as you slipped it on over your mussed hair.

The dog probably wouldn’t mind, and you clearly weren’t going anywhere else tonight.

Stepping your bare feet onto the rough wooden floor was uncomfortable, but with a few quick steps you were plopped happily in front of the small woodstove that warmed the cottage. Grabbing your purse, you rifled through for the small packets of hot cocoa mix you’d snagged from last Sunday’s church service and forgotten to remove.

Happy accident, in this case.

The cast-iron kettle looked decently maintained, and once it was full from the tap you set it to boil.

A quick perusal of the nearby shelves produced two mis-matched tin cups, which you emptied the cocoa packets into. It wouldn’t be nearly as good without milk; but you wouldn’t presume to start rifling through the man’s cabinets while he was out. Besides, it was the heat you were after more-so than the flavor. You just hoped Niko wouldn’t mind watery cocoa.

You were just finishing mixing the powder in when the front door flew open once more - the gusts of air trying their damndest to pull the wood panel out of Nikos’ hand.

Your shoulders curled inward as the winter chill chased the heat from the small room.

“Fuck! Niko, shut the door!”

One more hard shove, and the wind was closed out once more.

You couldn’t help but giggle at the unsmiling man. His dark coat was covered with a layer of snow, and his pale locks looked like they had been gone after with a whisk.

He glanced up at you as he shook out his jacket and hung it on the stand by the door.

“Well unless you have a few extra dogs and a sled hidden in here, I think you’re stuck with me for the night.”

Niko blinked, raising an eyebrow.

He pointed to a small closet.

“Ski’s in there. Have fun.”

You gaped at the pale man, until you saw the brief upward turn of his lips.

“You’re joking.”

Niko shrugged.

“Wouldn’t stop you.”

You glared.

“Asshole. Get over here and drink your cocoa.”

This seemed to take Nikolas aback.

He tilted his head and gave you a mildly confused look.

The hot tin nearly scalded your hand as you lifted it up to show him your offering.

“It’s just water, I wasn’t sure if you had milk or not.”

You were vaguely reminded of a cautious stray dog you used to offer pieces of your lunch to as Niko slowly walked forward - looking far more suspicious than you felt was warranted for something as simple as a warm drink.

Once he was close enough he peered into the cup of muddy liquid without taking it.

“Why?”

Now this was just getting ridiculous.

“Do I need a reason? Just take it Niko.”

Nearly forcing the cup into the man’s hands you turned back to the stove with a quite huff.

Honestly - you’d never met someone so wary of kind gestures. Even when you saw Niko in the bar, he never bought anyone a drink, nor accepted them, kept to himself… hell, he didn’t even pop a nickel into the old jukebox for the bar to enjoy.

Your brooding thoughts were interrupted by a barely audible “Thanks.”

Aw hell. He was looking at you with that damn fascinated look again. Like you were something new and interesting that he wanted nothing more than to investigate until he understood every tiny facet of you.

You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t flattering, having a man like Nikolas being completely focused on you.

A lot of your co-workers said he gave them the willies; but you’d never seen him as anything but an awkward, quiet foreigner - nothing to be scared of.

A noise from Niko once again brought you back to the present as he sat next to you with a low groan. You were sure you heard several of his joints pop as he settled.

Without thinking, you scooted up onto your knees and moved until you were sitting behind Niko, setting your mug onto the ground and reaching for his shoulders.

His icy gaze had followed your movements, and as you reached for him you saw his muscles go even tighter under his thermal shirt.

“So tense…” you teased with a light grin.

Niko didn’t respond, but he didn’t tell you to stop as you began feeling around for the knots in his shoulders and neck.

You found a cluster and began kneading them firmly with your thumbs until they released, moving across the broad expanse of bone and muscle until the tension was no more.

Niko’s eyes were hazy slits as you leaned around to look at him, unable to hold back the satisfied grin his dazed look prompted.

“Want me to do your back too?”

Awareness bled back into blue eyes before Niko nodded once. Coming from him that was practically begging.

“Lay on your stomach…”

The large man obeyed immediately, setting his own mug to the side; but you noted that he still kept an eye on your movements as much as he could from his position.

No trust; but he was willing to let you make him feel good.

You’d take what you could get.

He inhaled sharply as you straddled his hips, bare legs pressing lightly against rough trousers.

You half-expected him to buck you off; but he soon settled beneath you and you reached forward to run the sides of your hands down his spine.

He arched in discomfort whenever you hit a knot, and that gave you some idea of where to start your work.

Humming softly, you made your way from vertebra to vertebra, tendon to tendon, until Niko was splayed out in a boneless puddle beneath you - nearly purring in contentment.

You leaned forward to run your nails across his scalp and pressed a brief kiss behind his ear.

That was something you and Niko didn’t really do - kiss - when you decided you both wanted some release it was very business-like. No less pleasurable; but you’d never offered to kiss him, nor had he to you.

But seeing him so relaxed and peaceful was doing things to you. Dammit.

A large arm curled around your waist and before you could blink Niko had pulled you down next to him, yanking you in so that your back was pressed against his front.

He pressed his nose to your throat and you could feel his lips curve ever so slightly against you.

“You can stay.” he murmured quietly into your ear.

You snorted.

“Gee, thanks.”

Reaching for a folded blanket resting atop a nearby chair, you unfolded it across the two of you and called for the dog.

The three of you curled up by the stove to wait out the snow.

Really, what else was there to do?

[in-class-daydreams]

Youth Coach!Bokuto x Youth Coach!Reader

Hey Anon, so sorry for getting to this so late, but I finally had the time to do this request! Hopefully this is kinda close to what you were expecting!

- Kiwi 

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Being a sports med college student is definitely not the easiest thing in the world 

Why? Well...because college is a thing. College = broke bitch

 No tengo dinero :( 

So you figured, “hey getting a part time job won’t be the worst thing in the world”  You’d be able to make some extra cash

¡logramos este pan!

There’s a youth center close to campus that’s hiring so you figured why not because

You love kids (most of the time)

You have decent volleyball experience to be able to coach since you did play for a while

Few weeks later you heard back from them and you got the job! 

Your boss asks if you can come in a couple days before your first day so you can get used to the place and get an idea of how things work

So you get there and you see a VERY familiar floof of white hair sticking out from around the corner

You had to do a double take for a second 

Bo.

Bo?

BO?!?!?

He turns around and then he has to do a double take before he recognizes you

“Y/N?!?!?!”

“KOUTAROU?!?!?”

“What are you doing here?”

“What are you doing here????!”

(excessive hooting ensues)

But when you finish he’s like

“I work here as a volleyball coach...oh hold up, are you the new girls’ coach?”

“Yup!”

He was so happy when he found out y’all were working the same shift

Alrighty so backtrack, you guys know each other because you played on the Fukurodani Girls’ Volleyball team 

Since first year, you managed to befriend this hyper-energetic kid 

You saw this crackhead all 3 years of your high school life which meant that your life was guaranteed to never have a dull moment upon meeting him 

And you definitely didn’t have a crush on him what? who? (Y/N)? idk her ahaha

But seriously he's prime boyfriend material ur just a weenie who had fOUR YEARS to shoot your shot but u didn’t boo thumbs down

But tbh he ADORES you

You’re his precious (but scary when necessary) bean and will fight anybody to protect you

You honestly don’t know what you did that made him decide to become captain of Protect Y/N Squad but he is

Aaaand that stayed true even in college. He was so excited when he found out y’all were attending the same university 

But since college is a big meanie, you guys haven’t been able to spend as much time with each other >:((

Needless to say, when Bokuto found out you worked the same shift as him, he was so freakin happy

Literally jumping off the walls 

He was just really happy to spend more time with you

Before your shifts start, you guys arrive early so you can just chill in the lounge 

Actually, more like you’re getting school work done and uh, Bokuto is uhm, well...being him

But it’s not his fault!!

Bo is not a school person

That’s just not his specialty

But he is so so smart in other ways and you will s c r a p with anyone who says otherwise

Anyways

It wasn’t uncommon for a co-worker to walk in and see you getting some schoolwork done, and Bokuto, well, being him

Exhibit A : you’re working on an assignment that’s due later this week, but since you have some time now, you decided to get some of it done until -- 

“Hey (Y/N) if I punch myself and it hurts, does that mean I’m strong, or I’m weak?”

“Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

“I’ve been trying to! My arm just really hurts, and I still don’t know the answer!”

*Pouty Bo has entered the chat*

Or Exhibit B: For once you’re not doing homework. Bokuto actually brought you some smoothies he bought on his way to work, so y’all are just sipping on smoothies until -- 

“Hey (Y/N), ya ever notice how cold water tastes sharp, but warm water tastes smooth? Like isn’t that whack?”

＿φ(￣ー￣ )

All jokes aside, he’s really good with kids

His group of 9-10 year olds - The Owlets - absolutely LOVE him (but who wouldn’t?)

Honestly you were kinda surprised at how well he gets along with the kids but not really 

Let's be honest he’s the same mental age as them

He’s just as childish as them 

Whenever a volleyball from your side of the room rolls over to his, he takes it upon himself to send it back by spiking it towards you

Luckily, you’re able to receive it, and it doesn’t cause much trouble

Other times he’ll just openly sling his arm over your shoulder, and put all his weight on it but uh

he has this thing called... M U S C L E 

AND THERE’S SO MUCH

I mean have you seen those back muscles? Literally a blessing from the high heavens themselves

He’s always been toned and had muscle since high school BUT OH MY GOD he got SO BUFF in college and geez those are h e a v y 

But your eyes are being blessed everyday so can you really complain? 

The answer is no you can’t complain

But you will complain because you’ve had a crush on this mf since high school and yanno that wack feeling when you have unresolved feelings for someone and you feel weird when you look at them?

Like you kinda have feelings but you’re not sure?

Or you’re wondering if your feelings are feeling feelings or they’re just old, stale feelings coming back to harass you?

Mhmm that’s you

And uh you’re not really vibin with it 

So the fact that he’s gotten even buffer is not helping your case

AND

He’s always been a sweetie but since college he’s been taking WOMEN’S STUDIES COURSES

You asked him about it and he said he wanted to make sure he was socially aware so he can “use his male privilege to help women make their voices heard”

Is he even real??

He’s drinking his respecc wahman juice ™ everyday, twice a day

Luckily, for the next few weeks, everything goes super smoothly

Your group of kids - The Penguins - are very driven in trying to improve themselves

And kids who want to get better at something they’re passionate about is absolutely ADORABLE

So while you guys are cleaning the gym up Bokuto asks you if you could come to his game on Saturday 

And bring the kids ofc because it’d be a good learning experience 

Obviously you agree cause you’re not missing out on watching him play volleyball

So it’s finally the long awaited Sunday, and you get there kinda early just so you have more time to make sure all the kiddos get there to the meeting spot safely

And in case you run into a certain volleyball player before the game starts

Turns out, Lady Luck was on your side today 

You’re walking down the hallway when you spot a certain owl-haired man 

“Koutarou!”

He whips around so fast and his face lights up upon seeing you call out his name

He sprints speed walks over to you 

“(Y/N)! I thought you’re supposed to meet up with the kiddos?”

“Yeah, but I got here early so I ended up walking around for a bit,” 

In his eyes, you’re so adorable right now

You face is kinda flushed with a light pink spread across your cheeks, and your hair just flows around you and he’s just so in awe 

His trance was broken when you checked the time and realized you should be heading to the meeting spot soon

“Ah, I should probably head over to the meeting spot. Good luck, Koutarou! I’ll be cheering you on with the kids!”

“Thanks, I’m looking forward to it!”

So you guys go your separate ways, and make it to the meeting spot 5 minutes in advance. All the kids show up on time, and the parents saying thank you for watching their kid, etc. 

You bring them to the front row of the cheering section, but a little off to the left so the kids don’t get caught up in whatever the cheering section happens to be doing 

The game starts and the kids are in absolute awe over Coach Bokuto and tbh so are you

Now, this isn’t the first time you’ve seen him play, but goddamn every time you do it’s so mesmerizing 

He does a complete 180 whenever he plays

Completely focused, and all his movements are precise

 and the back muscles oh the high heavens are really testing you today 

You can’t help but notice how the energy from the crowd makes him so excited

At some point you could’ve sworn that he was scanning the cheering the section trying to find you 

He totally was, and he spots you and the kiddos and it makes him so happy 

His captain had to snap Bokuto back into the game since he got distracted, and that made you laugh a lil 

The rest of the game progresses smoothly

Really smoothly actually. The team had a comfortable lead and they were match point from winning their second set, so they were doing juuuuust fine 

Throughout the game, you point on things that should be brought to attention, and the kids kept asking question, which you were more than happy to answer

The match ends with victory for Tokyo U with a solid 3-1 win, and you escort the kids back to the meeting spot where their parents are supposed to pick them up

What you didn’t expect was for Bokuto to be there too 

The kids sprint over and flock him, showering him with compliments about his performance during the game

The parents arrive, and one of the parents asked if they could get a group picture with everybody, and soon all the parents were getting their phones out

Ya know the thing where one parent asks to take a picture and now you have a gallery of parents and like 60% of them take like 2 mins just to take one picture?

Yeah, that 

All the parents ended up with a whole bunch of cute pics, and the kids were on their ways home

Since Bokuto was still in his uniform, you walk with him back to the locker rooms, and just as you were about to turn the corner, he suddenly slings his arm over your shoulder, and puts all of his body weight onto your back. You’re really trying hard to shimmy out from under him, but he’s SO FREAKING HEAVY

(It’s the muscles, they are d e n s e)

Ofc he notices this and whines about it

“(Y/N)! Why’re you trying to escape?? I’m so sore, please let me use you as a human crutch for like 2 minutes!”

“Ew, no, Koutarou. You’re still sweaty and smelly, get off of meeee”

You somehow manage to drag your poor body to the locker room doors with this man child dragging behind 

“I’ll wait out here Kou--”

Before you could finish your sentence, Bokuto turned you around and wrapped his arms around you, enveloping you into a warm hug 

“Thanks for coming to the game, (Y/N)”

Your brain is not comprehending ANyTHing is boy is saying

Your high school crush is hugging you like it's some shoujo manga like eXCUse mE? 

And sis you’re not missing this opportunity, so you wrap your arms around his torso, and you can feel him tense up a little underneath your hands

Your brain finally catches up to you, and you’re able to formulate thoughts before you speak (cause otherwise you’re pretty sure you would’ve stuttered like a blubbering mess)

“Of course. Anytime, Koutarou”

“I’m gonna go clean up. Do you mind waiting for me?”

“Not at all. Take your time.”

“Ok, thanks. I’ll be out soon.”

Just as he pulled away from the hug, he leans down to kiss your cheek before reaching out for the door handle

Hold up

He

Kissed

You

On

The

Cheek 

AND HE’S TRYNA RUN AWAY FROM WHAT HE DID

NAH UH

Before you convince yourself what you’re about to do might change the whole dynamic of your guys relationship, you grab a whole muscley arm, and pull him down a little, and you return a kiss on his left cheek 

Oh shit

Oh shit

Ohhhhhhhhhhhh dear god

WE HAVE BUNGLED THIS MISSION

In order to save yourself from any further potential embarrassment, you let go of his arm, and skedaddle (skidoodle ur dicc is now a noodle) 

over to the lobby 

This poor boy

One (1) whole confused owl 

You kissed  him back…

YOU KISSED HIM BACK

Kinda. It was on the cheek, not like a kiss in reciprocity

*YOU KISSED HIM ALSO

He realized he’s standing there like an idiot so he hurries into the locker room and showers because even he recognizes that he stank

Mansweat

But he’s literally thinking about that cheek kiss the entire time he’s freshening up 

And so were you

You’re sitting on a bench in the lobby trying to think of how to talk to him without making it awkward

But the fact that your heart spazzing out in your chest, and your stomach is doing backflips certainly doesn’t help

But hey...you kissed your crush (go you!)

Time passes a lot quicker when you’re thinking about smooching Bokuto because he’s walking towards you with this bag slung over his shoulder 

You get up from the bench sweating anxiety bullets and start heading over to him 

“Hey Kou, about earlier I--”

Before you could finish your sentence, Bokuto who is also sweating anxiety bullets but at least he’s smelling nicer quickly interrupted you 

“(Y/N) I’M SO SORRY I DIDN’T MEAN TO KISS YOU I JUST THINK YOU’RE SUPER CUTE!”

He’s yelling cause (duh it’s Bo) he can’t help it, but like you also get caught up in it so: 

“OH IT’S OK DON’T WORRY ABOUT IT, IT’S COOL..!”

“JUST BECAUSE I LIKE YOU DOESN’T MEAN WE CAN’T BE FRIENDS...ALL CASUAL AND SHIT”

“aHAHAHA CASUAL YEAH YEAH THAT’S RIGHT, WE’RE TOTALLY BUDS ”

“I MEAN JUST FRIENDS IS CHILL, THAT’S COOL I RESPECT THAT, BUT I’D LIKE IT IF YOU WENT OUT WITH ME”

“GOOD CAUSE I WANNA GO OUT WITH YOU!”

Rip to everyone’s eardrums

Meanwhile…

Akaashi: “I suddenly feel super embarrassed… but I don’t know why.”

Back to the main show: 

“COOL ARE YOU FREE THIS SATURDAY?”

“YEAH”

“cOOL”

“COOL”

*aggressive hand shake*

Passersby are very confused 

But oh my god this poor boy

His hands are shaking, and he has armpit sweat galore

But it’s ok you’re just the same as him

Less pitsweat, but still stressed

Poor Bo was so out of it that when heard his phone go off he jumped a lil bit 

Luckily it was a text from you

From: (Y/N) [8:26 pm]

“You’ll ace this date! <3”

Cut to Bokuto, having the meltdown of the century