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ms-indifferwnt · 3 years

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“I’m Cold”

“I’m cold"

“And?”

“Can’t you give me your jacket or something?”

“Can’t you accept my proposal and marry me already?”

In which Prince Donghyuck’s parents are forcing him to get married and he decided to propose to the first girl he sees to shut his parents up

Genre: Prince!Lee Donghyuck x Maid!Reader, Angst, Fluff, Arranged Marriage (kinda), Slowburn

Warnings: Curse words, Suggestive (I’ll add more if there are)

Notes: Chapter 9 out of 13 of Im Cold. This came out a lot

WORD COUNT: 3.6k

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Donghyuck, your eyes were closed just as he had instructed and smiles, it was a long day and he knows your scared so he stayed by your side just as you had requested, he sat across from you (which you were worried about, you invited him to sit beside you so it'll be comfortable but he just holds your hand and tells you to rest, and with great reluctance and a lot of persuading from the Prince you finally decided to rest. He only pulled his hand away when he felt his phone buzz in his pocket, Doyoung texted him after he clearly stated to not be bothered, at least Doyoung tried

Donghyuck stares at his phone, Y/n should be okay by tomorrow, in any case I'll instruct Yuta to stay by her side all day and make sure Yangyang and two or three of the Honoris (the knights that Prince Donghyuck Commands, lead by Sir Yangyang) are at her beck an call, he nods and types on his phone Yes reschedule it to tomorrow

"Your Highness?" Your voice made his finger hover over the send button and he looks up his hand immediately taking yours, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to call you while you're busy"

Donghyuck shakes his head "I wasn't," he smiles softly "Didn't I tell you to get some sleep?"

You returned the smile "I can't"

"I can ask for a glass of warm milk" He says and attempts to stand and then pointed a finger at you, you tilt your head "Milk not hot chocolate, you won't be able to sleep with the sugar"

You smile at his words "No, please" You held his hand making sure he wont leave "Don't wake the anyone for my sake, I'll sleep"

"Then sleep"

"But I wanna ask the Prince something"

"Go on then" Donghyuck says as he looks at his phone where Doyoung was still waiting for his response

"Can I go home?" Donghyuck froze at your words, fear being evident n his eyes as you clarified, his mind was running with questions of this was how afraid you were to afraid to stay at the palace "Tomorrow is supposedly my day off as a maid, I would like to go home and meet my family if that's ok"

"Of course its ok" He answers visibly relaxing at your request "I'll arrange a ride and escorts for you"

"I don't need escorts I'm just going home, Your Highness"

"You're my Fiancé you can't leave the palace without an escort, you were at the the palace and you got hurt what if you're out there?"

"Please? I don't want to make this a big of a deal"

He was firm with his decision about having an escort, the he grinned as he had an idea "Can I come?"

"Sorry?"

"No escorts just you and me, It'll be great to get out of the palace and you get to go home"

You sat up and shook your head "Your Highness I just help my parents with the flower shop, it'll be extremely boring-"

"Then wouldn't my visit be beneficial?" Donghyuck says and tilts his head "Not only am I visiting my soon-to-be-in-law's but I'm also visiting their shop that should boost your sales"

"Prince Donghyuck-"

"I don't wanna leave you alone" he cuts you off, he sounded sincere and worried his hand holding yours and you scrunched your nose and Donghyuck had to resist the smile that threatened to leave his lips

"But his highness has a schedule tomorrow"

"I don't" He answered quickly, his other hand (the one not holding you) had already pressed backspace and sent a new message to Doyoung

"I really don't" He answers and gives you a small smile "Let me accompany you?"

You stared at him, will it really be ok? If the Prince neglects his duties for you, you might actually hit him "You can come" He lights up "Only if you have nothing to do, otherwise," you pursed your lips "I'll go with another escort, ok?"

Donghyuck nods, happy to have you agree "Ok, I accept your terms, now get some rest, I'll make the preparations"

You nod and settled back down "Stay with me 'till I fall sleep?"

He nods at your suggestion and in all honesty, Donghyuck had no plans in leaving you alone at all, he watches you close your eyes and he looks at his phone where Doyoung has sent a message

Donghyuck looks at your already sleeping form and he smiles, he adjusts the blankets to cover you more and used his finger to brush the hair out of your face and he coos, You looked exhausted which was true today had been a long day and you deserved the rest so he pulls away and looks out your window into the grassy fields. He took this time to think about Doyoung's suggestion, next week the deal would be over and you will no longer be his fiance, he will no longer have a reason to bring you around anymore, he nods

He sighs, a bitter taste filling his mouth, this shouldn't be hard, why would he care if the deal is over? He locks his phone, What the hell is wrong with him?

"Mama, Papa!" You called and happily jumped to hug your parents the moment you entered the shop, "I missed you"

"Aww Y/n" Your father whispers and hugs you "My Darling, look at you" You smile and leaned into your father's scent before you get an earful from your mother

"Mama?" You called and you yelped as your mother hugged you before pinching your ears and you cry "Ma!"

"Y/n what the hell are you thinking?!" She screeched "Why agree to be on a fake relationship with the Prince?"

You pouted and rubbed your ears, as your father laughs, its no secret that he misses how you and your mother would play around, "Pa, why won't you defend me?" You whined and he laughs more

"I'd rather not get in-between you and your mother" He answers

You scrunch your nose "Traitor"

"Y/n" Your mother calls you again and you straiten up "Do you have any idea-"

"Lay off her Ma" A familiar voice starts from the doorway to the back of the shop and you squealed running over to tackle your brother in a hug "Hi" He chuckles and pets your hair before pinching your ears "Cause I want first dibs, I can't believe you did something so reckless"

"Pa!" You called out and your father pried your brother off you "Like you guys would've said No to the Prince?"

You're brother looks at you and he laughs "Come here" You moved to him and he pulls you to a hug "You're an idiot but you got a point"

You rolled your eyes and hugged him happily, You missed your brother.

"Still, why you?" Your mother asks and you moved to hug her and give her a kiss on the cheek "Is the Prince treating you well? Fake or not he should treat you with respect"

"He does Mama" You answered and held you mother more "The Prince is really kind and caring"

She looks at you and you smile, "If you insist, But that doesn't mean I'm happy with this Fake Relationship of yours"

"There is no need to worry Y/n is in great hands" Donghyuck answers and entered the shop Bowing in front of your parents and they bowed in shock at the sudden intrusion. Donghyuck yelps and quickly straitened your families posture, "No Please, Don't bow, I do not deserve that" Your family looked down, ashamed at there words and the Prince laughs "They act like you"

"Your Highness-" Your brother starts

Donghyuck bows "Please, It's Donghyuck. Even if Y/n and I are on a deal, We have become good friends, and I would like to be close with her family too"

You poked your brother's shoulder so he'll speak "It'll be an honor your Highness" He smiles bowing slightly and Donghyuck bows

"I would like to Present gifts to Y/n's family" Donghyuck starts and moves to take a box out from his bag "Consider this as a thankyou for giving birth to Y/n and an engagement gift from me"

"You Highness" I gasped and he grins moving to present the gift

"Oh my god" Your mom gasps and looks at the Prince smiles "Y/n mentioned you needed a new plot of land for your plants, I have brought the deed of the land, I hope that is alright"

"My Prince we can't accept this" Your father answers

He shakes his head "Please, It would be an honor to help" He takes out two other boxes and bows handing it to your parents "And these are presents from the King and Queen"

Your parents froze at the Prince's words "Your highness" Your father starts again and Donghyuck motions for them to open the gift

Your bother drags you away and puffs his cheeks as you laugh, "Y/n, was the Prince always, stuck up?"

You smile, you knew your brother was very insightful and he has the tendency to say things he regrets later on but you decide to tease him anyway "Should I relay your words to the Prince?"

He hits you at the teasing and you laugh, Donghyuck turns to you and smiles, he didn't regret seeing you here at your home, He adores your smile and you deserve to be happy and he'll do anything to keep that smile of yours. He looks at your parents "And I would like to buy flowers, The Queen always mentioned that she wanted the Royal Gardens to be expanded" He smiles "Do you have any recommendations?"

"Y/n" He calls and you and you walked towards him, and he shows you the flowers in his hands "Red Chrysanthemums or Heliotrope?" He asks and you scrunched your eyebrows

"That doesn't match the flowers In the Royal Garden, Your Highness" you answered "Lilies might blend well with The Queen's White Carnation"

"I'm not placing them there" He answers and you looked at him confused "They'll be in the plot of land by your room"

You blinked "What?"

"You never told me how plane that part was and The Queen wanted to extend the Garden and I thought why not" He answers and looks at the flowers "Which one would you think is better?"

"It is completely your choice, My Prince" You answered

"I'm asking you, Y/n"

You looked at him and he raises an eyebrow waiting for your answer "The Heliotrope"

He nods and hands it back to your mother as he takes out his phone to contact Doyoung "I'll take fifty of those" He informs

"Fifty is too much for that land, Your highness" You Informed as your parents stared at the Prince in his surprise

"I know" He answers and smiles "I have something in mind for the extras"

"Would you like coffee your highness?" Your mother asks as she places the hot water into a glass

He nods his head as you tilt yours, You're family made you sit by the Prince while they prepare snacks, You're mom doesn't seem to have notice the Prince's answer as you spoke first "Ma can I get Hot chocolate?"

"No" She answered and you pout "No, too much sugar" She says and raises her eyebrow at you but you nodded

"Um," Donghyuck cuts in "I would like Hot Chocolate if that's alright" You looked at him, He hates sweets, why would he ask of that?

Your mother nods, smiling at the Prince "Yes of course"

Your brother flops down across from you "You'll give it to her, won't you?"

You looked at The Prince who nods "Is it that obvious?"

"I'm afraid so your majesty"

The Prince laughs and nods "Well it can't be helped"

"You don't have to worry about me you know" You started and he looks at you "I could always coax Mama"

He smiles "I know, but I thought this would be easier"

You opened your mouth to retaliate only to hear the front door of the shop open and a familiar voice pop in "Auntie where should I put these?" you stared at the figure at the door as Donghyuck looks at him he bows "I'm sorry for barging in, I didn't know The Prince was here, I wouldn't have entered otherwise"

Donghyuck watched as the boy looks at you before standing up again "No Please, Come in"

The man bows and looks at your brother as you stared at him "Hyung, I'll go put this in the storage room" He informs and moves to enter the storage room, his eyes briefly meeting yours before disappearing behind the door and you couldn't help but whimper at the action

The Prince stared at you confused behind the exchange and you seemed frozen, staring at the door. He reaches out a comforting hand to yours but your brother despite being a fan of the Prince knows the reason behind that look in your eyes and he was starting to grasp the Prince's feelings for you but he had to be sure "Y/n" He called your name before The Prince could hold your hand and you jolted as if waking up from a trance

You reached out to pat the Prince's hand which was closes to you as you stood up "I'll be back, just a moment, My Prince" You said and stood up running to the storage room "Hendery!" You called and disappeared behind the door

"You're quite quick" Donghyuck says looking at the door the way you did when Hendery entered "You knew what I was doing?"

Your brother nods "I'm sorry for interrupting but my sister, despite being your fake Fiance is still my sister" He answers and takes a deep breath, he knows that is rude but The Prince seemed to enjoy the conversation, you and your brother are alike, both of you aren't afraid to stand up for yourselves

"Who is he?" Donghyuck asks and looks at your brother, using his position as the Prince to dominate your brother who was older than him

"My sister must be very important to you your Highness" Your brother notes, his competitive side coming out "Makes me wonder how important my sister is to His Highness, may I ask why?"

Donghyuck seemed to have been taken a back by the question begore humming and regained his composure, Why does this bother him? "I promised Y/n," He answers and smiled "I promised her despite being in a fake engagement," Donghyuck copied your brother's tone as a silent way to warn him about his words "That I'll take care of her"

Your brother nodded, The Prince's intentions was definitely to take care of you, he now has no doubt "His name is Wong Hendery" Your brother answered "He is my sister's Boyfriend" Donghyuck froze at the information and your brother looks at him to study his reaction "Didn't Y/n mention him?"

No. "Yes," He lies and looks at his hands, it shouldn't hurt, but why? Why does he want to cry? "She has, I just didn't know what he looked like"

"You should follow her, My Prince" Your brother starts "I doubt Hendery would believe her if she was the only one who spoke about your agreement"

And Donghyuck stand to follow after you the moment your brother said those words

"What do you want me to believe?" Hendery asks and you looked at him reaching out to hold his hand "I was hurt," he whispered and you teared up at his words "Why would My Y/n be in a relationship with the Prince when she just accepted my love for her? Did I do something wrong? Was it me? Did I drive her away?"

You shake your "No, Don't think like that-"

"Then Why?" He asked, his emotions a mix of both anger and sadness "Why?"

"We're not together, the Prince asked for my help and I wanted to say no but how could I say No to the Prince?" You pleaded "I'm sorry," you bowed your hand and a sob leaves your lips, Donghyuck who was listening behind the door flinched at the sound of you crying, he wanted to barge in there and hold you, to console you, he wanted to be in there with you "But the Prince is just a Prince," Tears started slipping from your eyes as you spoke, the build up of frustration and fear and pain you felt the last couple of days finally being enough, Hendery being the only person you could rely on and at the thought of loosing him you broke "The Prince doesn't mean anything to me, Hendery, please I'm sorry-" you cried and were silenced when Hendery wrapped his arms around you

"Y/n what happened in the Palace?" He asked and wiped your tears, he knows you enough to know how strong willed you were and that something must've happened if it upsets you that much

Donghyuck freezes at your words and looked away, tears building up in his eyes, he was in pain, why? he doesn't know himself, maybe its because he can hear you crying and not be able to do anything about it, that seems to be the only reason

You shake your head as he holds you close "Believe me the Prince and I-"

"I believe you" Hendery spoke and pulls away to look at you, wiping your tears "I promise, I believe you. Didn't I tell you while I courted you? I'll believe anything you say as long as you choose me in the end"

You stared at him and started crying even more and he holds you "Please Hendery I'm so sorry" You wailed and he looks up whatever happened to you must've placed a huge toll on your mental state "Please don't leave! I-I can't loose you! I can't- I was so afraid, I was so scared I- I felt so alone and-"

"You're ok, I'm here, I'm staying" He assures and whispers into your ears "I love you, It's ok, let it out, you need to cry it all out" he whispers "Let me take care of you, Let me" He says and you loose consciousness, "Y/n!" He curses before lifting you, carrying you out of the storage room and he sees the Prince on his way

Donghyuck looks at your limp figure on Hendery and opens his mouth to speak before Hendery turns and walk in the direction of a bedroom and places you inside and down on the bed, his hand intertwined with yours to whisper small promises of him staying 'till you wake up

"What Happened to her?" Donghyuck asks after following after Hendery and you

"No offense, Your Highness but shouldn't I be the one to ask you that?" Hendery shot back and looked at the Prince "What happened in the palace? Why was she she afraid?"

Donghyuck's jaw hardened, He had no reason to fight against the boy in front of him, he is legally your boyfriend and just outside was your family, he is at a great disadvantage "She was Physically abused by a Duchess and her daughter"

Hendery stood up "She was, what!?" He was angry enough to speak informally to the Prince but Neither could care less, You were more important than their status

"I took care of it," Donghyuck answered, lips pursed as he sees your figure "I saved her, and punished the Duchess and Haneul accordingly"

"You heard our conversation, which part of that is her being ok?"

"I don't want any harm on her, I came and helped the moment I heard about it"

"Why would a Duchess harbor something like that?"

"I was once engaged to the Duchess's Daughter"

"On a fake relationship?"

"Watch your tone" Donghyuck warned and Hendery stared at him unthreatened "The King thought it would be the perfect match, but I dumped her when I caught sight of her personality"

"She must've been scared" Hendery whispers and sits back down "I don't care about your story, My Prince, but you must understand, I love Y/n and I will do anything to make her happy"

"I can see that, rest assured" Donghyuck sighs "I'm sorry, for making your relationship with her complicated, but our agreement will only last for two weeks, and I will make sure no harm will come to her after I announce about our break up"

Hendery looks at your sleeping form and then back at the Prince "I know your Highness" he answers and kisses your fingers "She has a special place with you, doesn't she?"

"No, She is a friend" His jaw hardened once again at the words

"well in that case" Hendery looks at the Prince with a tilt of his head "Can I ask the Prince for a favor about Y/n's Birthday?"

"Her Birthday?"

"Yes, I was planning on surprising her with a sweets my mother bakes" He smiles softly at a memory of you adoring his mother's sweets "perhaps The Prince will be interested making her birthday more memorable?"

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navegandoaciegas · 4 years

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Little doll

Pairing: dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: stockholm syndrome, manipulation, controlling!Bucky, unhealthy relationship, mentions of violence in the past (no graphic description), smut, vaginal sex, oral sex (both male and female receiving), vaginal and anal fingering, slight praise kink.

Summary: You used to be a strong-willed independent woman, but after a whole lot of training, you’ve finally become Bucky’s perfect little doll for him to own, love and take care of.

A/N: I had this idea in mind today and wrote this in a couple of hours for @jtargaryen18 ‘s 4k writing challenge. Congrats! I hope it’s decent lmfao

There is no graphic violence or non-con in this story, but it’s stated/hinted pretty heavily that these things did happen in the past. Reader has no physical description. 18+ only. English is my third language so sorry for any mistakes.

7.09 am

There’s a pulsing ache between your legs and a hot breath fanning over your neck that sends tingles down your spine.

“Baby?” you mumble in a daze, still half asleep, moaning and clutching the sheets when you feel a finger tease your entrance.

“‘Morning, sleepyhead.” Bucky murmurs, peppering your cheeks with small kisses.

You can’t fight back the smile that spreads on your face and you slowly pry your eyes open, finding your husband already looking at you in adoration. He lets his lips move downwards, nipping the skin of your throat and sucking little bruises there. A moan escapes you when the hand that was kneading your breasts pinches one of your nipples while his fingers keep sliding in and out of your pussy, sending jolts of pleasure all over your body.

You’re burning up, feeling a familiar pressure build up in your core already. You’ve been together for years, but you’ll never get over how good he is at this.

His hands are everywhere and nowhere at the same time. The hair on his chest and lower abdomen rubs on your sensitive skin, and you can’t get enough of all this. You never will.

His name is on your lips like a prayer as you beg him for more, for that sweet release only he can give you. He complies, spreading your legs and settling between them. He trails open mouthed kisses down your body, slowly bringing his face to your awaiting cunt. The anticipation of what he’ll do to you is killing you slowly. He licks a strip of your dripping pussy and dips his tongue in your folds, pushing as far as he can go.

“So sweet.”

He groans against you when you grab a fistful of his long hair and the vibration goes straight to your core, making the knot inside you tighter. You grind your hips against his face, fucking yourself with his mouth and crying out loud in pleasure.

“So wet, so needy, all for me.”

He draws circles on your swollen clit and crooks a couple of fingers inside of you, hitting that sweet spot that makes your toes curl and your back arch even more.

You’re writhing underneath him, desperate for a release.

“Please, faster.” you moan, bucking your hips wildly.

“Beg for it.” he demands, jerking four fingers inside of you.

His bruising touch, the vibration inside your cunt, his soft kisses. It’s all too much and still not enough.

“Please Bucky, please let me cum all over your face, please, please, I’ll be good for you.” you beg like the cockslut you are.

He sucks hard on your clit, and that’s all it takes to tip you over the edge, body shaking uncontrollably and vision going white. .

You’re spent, panting on the bed and feeling the familiar burn that his beard leaves behind on the soft skin of your inner thighs. Your walls flutter around nothing, and somehow you want more.

“Such a good girl for me.” He looks at you through half lidded eyes, lips red and swollen, face covered in your slick. You taste yourself on his tongue when he dips down and slants his mouth against yours, reigniting the fire inside of you.

“Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want to come again, all over my cock? Yes?”

You whine, feeling yourself grow hotter than before. “Yes, please, fuck me.”

He thrusts inside you, slowly at first, faster once he can sheathe himself fully without feeling any pain. You’re still sore from yesterday, but the familiar stretch of his thick cock is so good that you ignore the burn. You only feel him and the pleasure he’s giving you.

“So perfect, made for me, my sweet girl.” he grunts in your ear, and the praise sends jolts of electricity directly to your cunt.

Your hands are roaming over his hard muscles and your walls are clenching down on his cock, impatient for another orgasm to wreck you.

The room is filled with the lewd sounds of him fucking you, his balls hitting your ass, the squelch of your arousal, and he’s so vocal with his moans and grunts that you could come hard just listening to him.

His pace is more frantic than before. Your walls are milking him as he pounds into you relentlessly. Just when you thought you couldn’t feel more pleasure, Bucky dips his hand behind you, fingers covered in your slick teasing your back entrance and pushing inside you, finding no resistance in your relaxed state. His pubic bone hits your clit repeatedly and you’re so full of his cock and fingers and him that you see stars.

“Cum pretty girl, cum all over my cock. Show me how good you are.”

He snaps his hips harder against you and you cry out when the pressure in your core releases, jolts of pleasure shooting from your cunt to the rest of your body, vision going blank.

He swallows your cries with his mouth, and the feeling of you clenching around him is enough to send him over the edge too. His thrusts become sloppier and he cums hard, holding onto your waist with a bruising grip and biting down on your bottom lip.

He collapses on top of you, and you relish in the feeling of his hot release filling you up.

“Love you.” he mumbles, caressing your cheeks.

“Love you more.” you whisper with a smile, scratching his scalp the way that makes him purr like a cat.

You stay impossibly close for what feels like hours, Bucky still inside you, encompassing your whole body, until the alarm clock goes off and he lifts himself up with a grunt. He stares in fascination as his cum slowly drips out of your cunt and onto the sheets.

“Don’t wanna go to work today, doll.” he whines, clinging onto you again and pouting like a child, “Wanna stay in bed with you.”

You chuckle, because he’s always so needy in the morning, and push him off you.

“We’ll stay like this all weekend, I promise. Now go get ready.”

The smell of freshly brewed coffee invades the kitchen and your senses. You love the fragrance, even though you aren’t allowed to drink it. Bucky says it’s bad for a dainty doll like you. You remember you used to be addicted to caffeine before; it was the only thing that kept you going during your long, strenuous shifts at the hospital you worked at as a nurse. Bucky provides for you now, so you don’t have to worry about that exhaustion anymore.

You drink loose leaf herbal tea these days.

You smile when a ray of light shining through the window hits the diamond ring on your fourth finger, projecting a kaleidoscope of colors on the walls. The eggs are sizzling in the pan, the bread slices are toasting in the oven and you can hear the faint noise of Bucky taking a shower.

You arrange the table the way he likes it: buttered toast and scrambled eggs on a plate, yoghurt and cut up fruit in a little stained glass container, a steaming mug of coffee, a tall glass of ice cold water and fresh flowers in a vase; the paper towel goes to the right side of the plate, with a fork and a knife with the sharp side that faces left on top of it. You nod in satisfaction at the spread and remove the strainer from your teacup.

Bucky greets you with a peck on the lips and a bright smile. He pulls the chair back for you, ever the gentleman, and sits on the other one, “Any plans for today?”

“The usual, y’know. I may go for a walk at the park, if that’s okay with you?” you hesitate on the last part, giving him a hopeful smile. You love to collect the wildflowers in the meadow and feed the ducks at the pond. Plus, walking is good for your health, and Bucky has you exercise at least once a day anyways.

“Of course you can, princess. Do you have enough birdseed or do you need more?” he asks, chewing a mouthful of eggs and toast, “I’ll give you extra money if you want to get it.”

You’re grateful he agreed. Truth be told, he hardly ever denies you anything now that you’ve learnt to behave. “Thanks, but it should be enough to last me another week, I think. Is Steve coming for dinner tonight?”

He shakes his head and sips on the coffee you made him, just the way he likes it: two sugars, one splash of full fat milk, a sprinkle of chocolate powder. “No, I think the punk’s staying home with Sharon tonight, ‘member her?”

You nod. You do remember Sharon. They’ve been dating for a while. She is a nurse like you used to be. Would Steve make her keep the job?

Bucky doesn’t seem to notice your pensive mood and checks his phone as he finishes the last of his strawberries. “God, it’s 8.35 already. I gotta hurry sweetheart, don’t want to be late again like yesterday.” he says with a mischievous smirk.

You feel warmth creep up your face at the memory of the reason why he was late, and you clench your thighs shut as you recall the image of you bent over this same table you’re at and him pounding into you from behind. He wouldn’t leave unless he gave you one more, and then another, until you were shaking and crying in pleasure.

You both get up. He grabs his jacket and backpack, you hand him the lunch you’ve packed for him. He pulls you in for a sweet kiss, holding you by the waist. You taste the coffee lingering on his tongue and it reminds you of another life.

He pulls away and nuzzles your hair, hugging you tightly. “I’ll miss you.” He mumbles in your ear, inhaling the calming scent of the lavender shampoo he’s chosen for you.

“I’ll miss you more. Have a good day at work.”

“Thank you, have fun at the park. Behave.”

You wave him goodbye from the front porch and stand there until his sleek black car disappears in the distance. You sigh, missing him already, and get inside, ready to start your day.

9.00 am

Bucky is a business manager at Stark’s IT company and his job is a 9-5, Monday to Friday, which means every week day you start your chores after he leaves.

He likes the house spotless and you never want to disappoint him. You shudder at the thought of what happens when you do. Thankfully, it hasn’t occurred in a while. Only bad girls get punished, and you hate punishments too much to be one.

You start downstairs: you open all the windows to let the fresh morning air inside and get to work. You vacuum and mop the floors, disinfect the kitchen counter and empty the dishwasher, sanitize every surface in the bathroom until it’s squeaky clean and smells like Bucky’s favorite lemon scented detergent. Then you move upstairs: you wipe down all the furniture, scrub the ensuite, change the soiled sheets and sort through the hamper, separating whites and colored.

You hum as you work, proud of yourself because you’ve perfected the cleaning routine in your time with your husband, so now it only takes you an hour and a half now to do the entire house.

You grab the basket of dirty linen and clothes and head downstairs to do the chore you hate the most: laundry. The basement where the washer and dryer are makes you quiver in fear when you think of it, but you haven’t found the courage to ask Bucky to move the appliances upstairs yet. Sometimes you still have nightmares about your time there, and Bucky has to hold you and rock you all night to calm you down.

It’s where you spent the first six months after he took you, locked up all alone. He’d visit you every night, but you didn’t appreciate that. You feel guilty now for all those times you fought him, especially the one time you managed to break his nose with your elbow and sprinted upstairs. He caught you just one step before the front door. God, you were so stupid. You’re lucky he got to you in time. What would a girl like you do without a man like him?

As punishment, you spent a week locked in a wardrobe, with no food and barely enough water to survive. You stopped fighting after that, and when he got you out you sobbed on his shoulder and let him hold you and bathe you. You slept in his bed that night, and all the nights that followed in these 3 years.

Bucky never meant to hurt you, only take care of you, but you were too stupid to understand that back then. You understand now.

12.55 pm

It’s a beautiful spring day, the sun is bright and there’s a light breeze blowing from west.

You think of how you weren’t allowed to leave the house until a year and half ago. You missed the outdoors. But Bucky is a fair man and he lets you go wherever you want now that he can trust you. He even takes you on weekend trips wherever you desire. Maybe if you’re good enough, one day he’ll buy you a car, so you won’t have to walk everywhere.

You still have a tracker implanted in your forearm, but that’s for your own safety.

You spread a blanket underneath your favorite tree; from your position you can see both the water and the meadow, and that lovely wooden bridge over the pond too.

You’re basking in the sun as you reflect on all the new hobbies you’ve picked up now that you don’t have to spend the better part of your days in a hospital.

You embroider, you try out new recipes, you read, you do yoga, you paint and draw, you collect flowers and leaves and you dry them up in your botanical journal. You’ve become quite good at taking care of the garden in these past few months, and the roses you’ve planted are growing nice and strong. Sometimes you go for a swim in the ocean, some others you go shopping. The house is entirely decorated in your paintings, and you often give them to Bucky’s friends and family too.

You don’t have friends or family anymore. You only have Bucky.

You never thought you would enjoy these activities so much, just like you never thought you could be so free. Of your job, of so much pain and sorrow, of the hardship that comes with free will, of the choices you make that weigh you down until you can’t sleep anymore.

Who knew having your freedom taken away would be so liberating. Not you.

You have Bucky to thank for that. He always knows what’s best for you.

5.29 pm

Bucky’s been thinking about you all day and as soon as he’s clocked out, he couldn’t come back home fast enough. He smiles when the front door opens and he’s hit by the smell of freshly baked cookies. You really spoil him too much.

You run into his arms as soon as you realize he’s back, hugging him tightly, mumbling about how much you’ve missed him.

You’ve made dinner for him, just like he expects of you. Homemade basil pesto pasta, grilled salmon, oven roasted vegetables, white wine for him, tonic water for you because alcohol is bad for little dolls, white chocolate chip cookies for dessert.

You chat about your days over food, and when you’re both done you clean up while he changes into more comfortable clothes.

He has a reward for you, since you’ve been so good lately, but he wants you to earn it.

“On your knees.” he commands, and like the perfect doll you are, you comply.

You look up at him with your innocent doe eyes and Bucky knows he could come at the sight of you so beautiful, so obedient alone. His hands work swiftly as he pulls down his sweats and gets his already hard cock out.

“I want to fuck your mouth.” he says, tracing your lips with his red tip, “Open up, doll.”

You do as he says. You take him in your mouth and his eyes instinctively roll back at the feeling of your wet tongue licking a strip from base to tip; your cheeks hollow around him, sucking him off, one hand pumping his length and the other massaging his balls.

He aches for more, so he grabs a fistful of your hair in what is probably a painful grip, judging from the way you gasp, and he takes that as an opportunity to slant himself inside your mouth until he hits the back of your throat. He shoves himself deeper and deeper until you can't breathe, your face is red and your eyes full of tears. You steady yourself holding onto his thick thigs as he keeps fucking your mouth harder, balls slapping your chin.

Saliva is dripping down on your face as you’re choking on his cock, and those gagging noise you make vibrate against him, making this all the more pleasurable. He knows you won’t complain anyways, no matter how much he abuses your mouth or your cunt.

He knows you’ll always comply. He’s made sure of that.

With a last thrust in your mouth he pulls out just in time to paint your face with his hot spurt. You look perfect with tears streaming down your cheeks and his cum all over you.

“You did so good princess.” he praises you, and you smile up at him, “Go get cleaned up now, we’re watching a movie. You choose.”

You beam, and he knows you’ll choose one of those Disney movies you like so much.

Good girls always get a prize.

11.00 pm is your bedtime. Little dolls need their 8 hours of sleep.

You’re already fast asleep, and Bucky looks in complete devotion and adoration at your form. You’re so pretty, so perfect, so completely his.

You’ve been so good lately that he hasn’t had to punish or discipline you in more than six months.

You’re no longer the stubborn woman you used to be, the one that broke his nose and resisted all he’s put you through for months. You’re finally a little doll for him to own, love and care for. His little doll to dress up and play with. He’s especially happy tonight, because he knows you’ll love the reward for being so good this time.

It’s only taken Steve two years, because Sharon wasn’t as strong as you, but he’s done now.

Bucky knows how lonely you can get. Tomorrow you too will have a friend, another little obedient doll like you to play with.

read my other dark!bucky fic here

I hope you liked this! If you did, please reblog and let me know what you thought of it. 🥺

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snackhobi · 4 years

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prompt: “Is that my shirt you’re wearing?”

thank you to my darling @yeojaa for sending this in and thank you to my darling @hobi-gif for beta reading it for me, you are both such lovely stars in the night sky of my life xoxo

pairing: seokjin x reader / word count: 1.9k / genre: fluff (sfw/general) / warnings: none!

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single woman in possession of a hot roommate, must want to jump his bones.

Like. C’mon. Kim Seokjin is nothing if not easy on the eyes. It’s not enough that he has the body proportions of a god—broad shoulders, lovely thighs, everything in its place and perfectly in line with his height and his poise—he has a beautiful face, too. Those lips. That jaw. Those eyes. You don’t want to wax lyrical but it really is like God decided to take his time making Kim Seokjin and everyone else (like you) was just left with the dregs; the stuff that wasn’t good enough for Jin and was thrown aside.

The worst thing, though. The worst thing. The absolute worst thing about Kim Seokjin is that he is A Nice Person.

You’d barely known each other, only a month into your cohabitation when he’d come across you crying into a tub of ice cream in the kitchen, sobbing over the guy who’d finally grown bored of stringing you along with promises of eventually becoming your actual boyfriend and had just cut you off altogether after one final lay. You were utterly heartbroken and entirely mortified when you noticed Jin standing in the kitchen doorway as you clumsily tried to dig your spoon into the still-hard vanilla, but he’d just slid down onto the floor next to you with a spoon in one hand as the other came to rest on your shoulder. He’d listened to you snivel and sniffle, quietly eating the weirdly chemical-flavoured chocolate ice cream in the own-brand Neapolitan tub you favoured—your least favourite and the one you always left till last.

Once a guy’s seen you crying your eyes out on the kitchen floor in old pyjamas, and you’ve seen him eat five pots of super hot instant noodles on the trot and chase the whole thing down with an entire box of doughnuts, you sort of get to know each other as people—both things are revealing in different ways—and it’s hard for that to not lead to friendship.

You could have dealt with Jin if he was just hot. But he’s hot and nice and funny, utterly ridiculous; he doesn’t take himself seriously while also knowing how to rein himself in when necessary to not overwhelm people and basically you’ve been crushing on him in a major, major way for a while now.

And like. Seokjin is single, so technically you have a chance. But you also have absolutely no chance at all, because? Hello? Kim Seokjin? You? You? Kim Seokjin? He’s so far out of your league he may as well be in another galaxy. And he’s also probably the best roommate you’ve ever had (cleans up after himself, doesn’t microwave fish and stink up the place, likes the same TV shows as you so there are no arguments over the remote), so you’re not about to throw a wrench into the mix by doing something stupid like confessing that you like him.

“Right, I should be back around ten,” says Seokjin. He’s all dressed up for a noraebang night with his friends—well, not dressed up really, they’re just gonna get drunk while wailing songs at the top of their lungs in a small room so it’s not like he has to go all out, but Seokjin makes everything look good. “Are you sure you don’t want to come?”

Seokjin is nice and hot and funny and friendly. Honestly, he’s just a dreamboat of a roommate and a man, with great friends too. Normally you would have leaped at the chance to spend a night out with Seokjin and the other guys, but you’d spilled your drink on Yoongi last time and were still convinced that he was plotting your imminent demise. Even if Seokjin insists otherwise, you want to give Yoongi a wide berth for a little while longer in the hopes he’ll suddenly suffer a bout of amnesia and forget that you spilled a very boozy and sticky Oreo and Baileys cocktail(/glorified milkshake) on him and ruined his shoes.

“I’m good,” you say. “But make sure you don’t have any fun without me and you have to let everyone know that it’s because I’m not there.”

Jin laughs, a wet squeegee of a sound, and it goes straight to your heart. “I’ll pass on the message,” he promises, blowing you a tiny kiss as he goes.

(Ugh, he’s so cute. You hate him.) (No, you don’t.)

You seem to be setting a trend for yourself in the drink-spilling department, though. During an ad break you decide to get yourself a drink, and even though it’s just a Boys Over Flowers rerun that you’ve seen multiple times, you rush as you pour yourself a glass of orange juice—you don’t want to take too long and miss anything. Suffice to say you Fuck Up and end up with a shirt and trousers covered in juice and pulp and you miss a bunch of the episode as you clean it up, huffing dramatically to yourself the whole time, before scarpering towards your bedroom for some new clothes.

At least, that’s the plan. You pass by Seokjin’s open door and pause, taking in the sight of a few discarded bits of clothing on his bed and across the back of his chair, things he’d clearly decided weren’t worth wearing out tonight. The one that’s caught your eye is the vibrant pink shirt strewn over his duvet, one of your favourites, one you haven’t seen him wear in a while. It’s one of your favourites because he just looks so cosy in it—Jin ends up with a lot of oversized clothes so they can fit over his shoulders, but he practically swims in material when he wears this shirt, flapping the sleeves at you and then laughing at his own antics. He could wear it as a dress if he wanted to, probably.

… so could you, if you wanted to, probably.

… but you shouldn’t. Like, that’s weird. Jin is your roommate and even if he’s made it clear that he has an open door policy, going in through said open door to get a bit of his clothing is weird. Definitely creepy.

But… you’ve already kicked off your dirtied outfit and you’re just in your underwear so you can’t be blamed for being worried if you’re going to get cold, right? You’re just grabbing the closest bit of clothing, aren’t you?

… You’ll take it off before he gets back and put it in the laundry with everything else; he won’t notice. You’ll just take this awful awful secret to the grave and never tell anyone about your invasive actions.

Oh, man, the shirt smells so good. You share the same laundry detergent but Jin had clearly tried this on before discarding it, the scent of his cologne lingering in the air as you end up swamped in the shirt (/shirt dress), and you don’t regret this. Well, you do, but also you don’t. It’s like being wrapped up in Jin’s arms. Jin’s not shy about giving you hugs but there’s something altogether different about wearing someone’s clothes.

You end up curled up on the sofa as you watch more Boys Over Flowers, knees to your chest and revelling in how cosy and small Jin’s massive shirt makes you feel. You have to hitch the material up so that your hands peep out the ends of the sleeves. Sweater paws are cute on everyone, even yourself, and you giggle as you fumble for the remote so that you can check how many more episodes there are before it turns to something else. You can indulge yourself for a bit. As a treat.

“Unbelievable, I can’t believe Minji did that,” you mutter, so caught up in the drama of it all (as if you haven’t seen this episode four times) that you don’t hear the key turning in the lock, nor do you hear the footsteps that are heading towards you—what you do hear, however, is the sudden sound of Seokjin’s voice, freezing like a rabbit caught in headlights when you do.

“I forgot my wallet,” he says. “I—”

And that’s how he catches you, wide-eyed as you stare back at him, wishing that you could bury yourself between the sofa pillows so that he can’t see you. His keys are still in his hand and his mouth is open around an unfinished word as he takes the sight of you in, scrunched up against the armrest in some ridiculous attempt to shrink yourself small enough that he would have missed you.

He stares. You stare. You both stare. And then—

“Is that my shirt you’re wearing?”

“No!” A high-pitched shrill of an obvious lie. “No, uh, nope. Nuh-uh. Haha, oh, Jin, always such a jokester, you.”

You want the sofa to suddenly develop sentience and swallow you whole, just so you can be out of this situation. So you wouldn’t have to watch as a smile starts to spread over Jin’s face, the way there’s a little glint in his eyes, the way he opens his mouth and says—

“You know, you didn’t have to turn down noraebang just so you could wear my clothes. You just had to ask, I would have said yes.” He doesn’t seem creeped out, just amused, which is—well, it’s better, but, what? He’s laughing at you? You don’t know if that’s worse, somehow, actually.

“I didn’t! I spilled orange juice on my shirt and then I saw this shirt and you weren’t home—”

“Aha, so you admit it, it’s not your shirt,” Jin proclaims. He looks smug.

“Oh my God, I am full of regret,” you groan. “My life is a disaster. Can we pretend this never happened? I will pay you literal money. Please.”

At this, Jin’s eyes turn soft. “Do you really want that?”

“I—wuh? Do I really want us both to pretend you didn’t walk in on me wearing your shirt like some weird stalker or something? Absolutely. Yes. Let’s do that.”

“I wasn’t joking about letting you wear my clothes,” he says. There’s a note to his voice, something a little doughy, yielding and warm for you, and—you know what your gut is screaming at you, but— “I always thought you’d look cute in them, and I was right.”

You splutter. Jin thought you’d look cute—he’s been thinking about you wearing his clothes—the sort of thing that, you know, couples do. But this is Kim Seokjin you’re talking about. There’s no way he’s attracted to you in the way you’re attracted to him.

… but he is looking at you in a way that’s soft and tender, the same look you give him when you think he isn’t looking.

“Jin,” you say, slow. “Are you…”

“The most handsome man alive? Yes, I am.”

You make a face at his interruption and he laughs at your expression before going quiet, eyes so big and lovely and warm as he smiles at you, and you continue to speak. “Are you saying you want to, y’know. See me wearing more of your clothes? Or, uh... Less clothes in general?”

You can feel the blood rising in your cheeks as you say this, and you can see the red that starts to tinge the top of Jin’s ears, exquisite and wonderful. “I’m saying that I’m happy to give you what’s mine, including my clothes,” he says. “And my time. And love.”

You end up pulling the excess material of the shirt over your head as you turn into some sort of bright pink turtle, overwhelmed and in disbelief but so happy.

Judging from Jin’s laughter and the warmth of his hands reaching for yours in their too-long sleeves, he is, too.

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simpsamaa · 4 years

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Haikyuu Captains Dating HC’s

Have some dating headcanons with some of the captains in Haikyuu because i’m not a total simp for captains.

I also kinda got carried away with Kuroo’s- I just love him so much-

Also Bokuto’s is kinda suggestive- so- warning?

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also my requests are open

so you can request characters from BNHA or Haikyuu for headcanons or scenarios

Daichi Sawamura

Okay

When you start dating this man, you automatically become the mom for the team

Well second mom cause Suga’s the first mom.

You guys meet because you become a manager with Kiyoko and thus start a friendship with Daichi

and it leads on to more-

Will use stupid dad jokes on you when you feel down

Is the type of bf who would send you good night and good morning texts

He acts like an alarm clock for you

He will send you the good morning text at a certain time just to wake you up

Also so you have time to get ready in the morning, cause he’s a loving boyfriend

I expect this guy to be into PDA

But like

it’s just hand holding when you guys are in public

When you guys are alone,

cuddles, hugs, kisses, etc.

but every time you guys do something affectionate the team makes fun of you.

You guys act like an old married couple

Will take you out on the cutest dates

Wear his jersey to one of his games and his receives will be spot on

same with his spikes and serves

Honest to the team you’re a lucky charm so-

“Dai-kun, how are the first years?” You asked your boyfriend as the two of you entered the gym. Only the third and second years were in there, the first years were still taking an exam.

“Hmm, Tsukishima and Kageyama need to work on their interaction with the team, Hinata has been hyper as always, and Yamaguchi has some good progress on his jump serves.” Your black haired lover explained, making you smile at how he talked about his teammates.

“How have Tsukki and Tobio been working together? I think they’re the only ones who can’t sync properly” You said, crossing your arms while watching Nishinoya receive another spike from Tanaka.

“Well,” Daichi started with a deadpan look on his face, “Kageyama and Tsukishima can sync, they just argue over it half of the time.” He finished, making you laugh at the thought of them arguing.

“Mmh, maybe a training exercise for the both of them?” You asked, grabbing one of Daichi’s hands into your own, playing with his fingers.

“That might work, but-” “OI DAI-SAN STOP MAKING US FEEL LONELY” Tanaka cut off Daichi as he saw that you were playing around with the captains fingers.

“YEAH DAICHI-SAN, NOT ALL OF US HAVE AN ADORABLE SHORT GIRLFRIEND” Nishinoya joined in, making you glare at Nishinoya.

“I’M NOT THAT SHORT” You yelled back to the male with spiked hair. “YOU’RE SHORTER THEN ME” Noya yelled back.

Daichi let out a sigh, watching his girlfriend bicker with his teammates with a small chuckle.

“God, I love her so much”

We stan Daichi

HE CAN COOK

Will cook you lunch

In the end

100% husband material

Also call him daddy

Oikawa Tooru

Now let’s talk about this flat ass man

He loves PDA

Will tell you he loves you

Will grab your hand, pull you onto his lap, kiss you in front of his fangirls-

He means the best-

Loves it when you wear his clothes-

Wear his jersey, his hoodies, his track jacket

He loves it

Cause it shows that you’re his

He’s lowkey possessive

Hates it when you and Iwaizumi team up on him

“Flatass oikawa“ Is your nickname for him

jkjkjk

It’s Tooru

Yes you call him by his first name cause we’re basic bitches here okay

You’re basically the unofficial manager of the team cause you care about them too much

They all love you

Sends you good morning and good night texts with his face

cause he’s like that

And Oiks gets jealous

Will wake you up at three am to take you out to see the stars

and look for aliens

Honestly-

“TOORU OIKAWA DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS?“ You exclaimed to your boyfriend as he dragged you out of the window, sitting on the roof at three fourteen in the morning.

“I know it’s late, but Y/n-chan,” The brown haired male started, “there’s a meteor shower and there could be aliens. So we have to watch tonight,” he explained making you sigh.

You knew you weren’t getting out of this.

“Don’t you have morning practice?“ You asked, locking your hues with his chocolate coloured ones. He gave you a smile before turning his head up to look at the stars, “Maybe, but that doesn’t concern you,”

You scrunched your eyebrows before hitting Tooru’s shoulder with your own, “It does concern me,” you started, glaring at the male. You were looking at his side profile. “You’re my boyfriend, and I love your team, of course i’m concerned,” you finished making his eyes widen.

Giving you a small smile, he pulled you in to a side hug, leaning his head on your shoulder.

“Let’s just watch the stars tonight and not care about what happens later”

You and Oikawa miss the next day of school cause the both of you are tired from staying up all night-

I don’t think Oikawa can cook

but-

The meals his fan girls give to him-

eat them sis

He’ll never know anyway

His fangirls learn to like you too, because Oikawa likes you

and they like everything Oikawa likes-

though there are some of the delusional fans who think Oiks is just using you

Which he’s not btw

but take care of this baby-

he needs some love

In the end

100% Tooru material

Kuroo Tetsurou

Can we talk about this gif for a second-

Like the fourth season did him so good

LIKE I’M SO PROUD

lowkey daddy material-

ANYGAYS

ON TO THE HC’S

He adores you

A D O R E S Y O U

If you try a different style or change your hair style, he thinks it’s adorable

He’s highkey a simp for you

Loves PDA

He loves to grab your thigh when he sits next to you

he’s a thigh guys alright-

Loves kissing you in front of people

etc the whole team-

in front of Daishou-

Does get jealous sometimes, but only if he doesn’t know the person

You and Yaku are mom friends

After all, you do have to take care of a 187cm child

Kuroo lowkey think’s it hot how much you care about people and take care of people-

Study dates are a yes with him

You’ll go to little cafes with him-

CAT CAFES-

Sends you good morning texts at five am

and good night texts at four am

cause ISTG this man does not sleep-

Loves to tease you

If you’re shorter then him-

You’ll be called chibi-chan

Cough Yagami Yato Vibes COUGH

Loves it when you hug him

It makes him feel like a giant

which he is but- ight

LOVES TO KISS YOU TO DIStract you

You’ll be doing homework in his room and he’ll pull you into a breathless kiss and leave you wanting more-

like-

You twirled your mechanical pencil in your fingers, you eyes glanced down at your homework, science.

You weren’t the best at it, nor were you the worst but you still had trouble with it. Taking off your glasses, you rubbed at your temples before trying to solve the equation once more.

Tetsurou glanced into his room, his gold hues stopping at your figure hunched over his desk, homework in front of you. Turning around he got a glass of water and walked into his room once more.

“You’re going to get wrinkles early if you keep doing that face,” The black haired male teased, making you groan and press your forehead against the dark wood of his desk.

“i don’t get how you like science? It’s so boooring,” you groaned, the pencil rolling out of your hand onto the desk.

You heard your boyfriend chuckle before hearing him walk over to you. You raised your head, watching as his golden hues skimmed over the paper before he let out a small ‘pfft’.

“This is easy,” he said before explaining it.

You gasp as you finally get it, pushing Tetsurou’s hands away and grabbing your pencil, you began to scribble the answer down, only to be pulled into a heated kiss.

Kuroo’s tongue pushing past your lips to meet yours. Your eyes were wide, face slightly pink and hands curled up into loose fists gripping his shirt. You were about to close your eyes before he pulled away, a large smirk formed on his face as he saw you.

“You need to get back to your paper, I guess i’ll leave you alone”

Let’s just say- you did not get the paper finished, but it was a good outcome-

Okay-

I’m like thirsting Kuroo-

So this is long as fuck-

Kuroo can cook basic things

Will cook for you only if you ask

But if oyu cook for him-

He’s whipped

100% Daddy Boyfriend material

Bokuto Koutarou

Season four bokuto got me feeling some way-

like-

they did my baBY SO GOOD

ANYGAYS-

Hyper boy loves PDA

Will hold you when he has the time to-

Loves to kiss you

Even when Akaashi tells him that it’s going against the school rules-

Loves the difference between your hand and his

The way your hand is so small compared to his

and soft

his hands are huge btw-

Loves to call you pet names

Birdy, Baby bird, dove etc..

Lots of bird related ones-

Loves it when you go to practice and his games

His spikes will be on p o i n t

You and Akaashi are buddies

You both have to deal with this hyper male-

Like Kuroo he loves your thighs

if the two of you are cuddling-

hands on thighs

and ass-

He loves to hold you-

Sends you good morning texts at six in the morning

and good night texts at nine pm

This man actually sleeps i think-

The team loves you

You raise bokuto from his lowest on the court.

Will state how much he loves you everyday

“Y/N I LOVE YOU TO THE MOON AND BACK“

“Y/N I LOVE YOU MORE THEN HINATA LOVES VOLLEYBALL“

yk?

Will get very whiny when you try to do something other then love him

Becomes depressed bokuto until you give him the love and affection he deserves.

Bokuto wasn’t at his best today at all. His spikes were off, his serves either hit the net or went out of bounce. Why, you might ask. well today you decided to get up early without waking up your boyfriend and go to school without waking him up.

You walked into practice, scrolling threw something on your phone. Quickly looking up you gave the team a small smile before going to sit on the benches, your eyes going back to your phone.

Bokuto let out another groan as you did’t give him a hug or a kiss or any type of affection. Akaashi soon caught on to what you were doing and marched over to where you were on the bench.

“Y/n-san stop ignoring bokuto-san,” the dark haired male said making you look up at his tall figure before giving him a small laugh. “how did you figure me out?” you asked while standing up and brushing your skirt.

“Bokuto gets in his depressed mode when you ignore him,” The younger male stated before turning his body so you could see the spiked haired male whining.

You gave the second year a smile before walking over to your whining boyfriend.

“kou are you alright?” you asked pressing a kiss to his cheek as he was hunched over. Golden hues locked into yours before Bokuto pulled you into his muscular chest.

“Are you done ignoring me?” his whispered as he nipped your ear.

“Yes sir“ you quietly responded, eyes darting around, making sure no one was looking at the two of you.

“that’s a good girl, now go over there and wait for me. You’ll get what you deserve after practice”

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Okay well we’re done for now with these headcanons- i started this in july and only finished it now-

anygays- I hope you enjoyed these and if you have characters you want me to write a scenario or headcanons. just ask!!

BTW DID YOU KNOW: Oikawa is taller then bokuto, but Bokuto weighs more. That ass got weight that Oikawa’s non-existent ass doesn’t have-

i love you guys💗

✨thank you for reading!!✨

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emjiroki · 3 years

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Hi Em~ (*・∀・)ノ゛

How are you?

I've been so busy and buried with a lot of work with my college lately😔😔 and can only peek into tumblr during my breaks and also peeks into your blog every now and then,

I'm sliding into your ask once again because I can :3 (and I'm currently on my quick break before going back to my tasks) aaaand I thought of a short soft headcanons for Daddy Enji!~

Whenever you're busy and cannot leave your desk, Enji Todoroki would:

bring you coffee/tea/chocolate/or any drink of your preference

bring you snacks

and your meal for the time of the day on a breakfast tray, he will make sure you don't skip your meals

he will also make sure you stay hydrated and will bring you a glass of water from time to time

he will tell you that you may call on him if you need some help, other than that he will make sure you can focus

and when you do need help, he'll listen to you and tell his insights on the topic you asked for help, doing so while massaging your shoulders (he gives the best massages cuz he has them b i g hands)

when you fall asleep on your desk he would either carry you to bed

or put a blanket on you and a pillow for you to lean on instead of the hard desk

and you can bet he will give you the best relaxing time after you finish your mountain of tasks at hand.

I love the new theme on phone and desktop!

Hope you're doing alright! If not, sending you hugs!

*sends you a virtual hug*

-☁

Hello my lovely cloudy anon! I've been doing very well actually and I hope you have been too! I'm sure college can be very stressful but I'm very honored you're back in my inbox friend ❤ Soft caring Daddy Enji is something we all need in our lives 😋 under cut so it doesnt get too long! 18+ like always even if it is softness

So omg anon this is super cute! I know he would take care of you so well! makes sure you have all of your favorite snacks and things you need to keep comfortable while you study and work on assignments.

Checks on you to make you don’t need a break (which you usually do) and tells you to take time so you don’t get burnt out before you get everything done.

Forces you downstairs, out of his office he set up for you that morning, and makes you lunch despite you telling him you need to work. Will not take no for an answer until you’ve eaten at least half of whatever he’s given you. probably a sandwhich cause its quick. Would definitely thank you with a forehead kiss

would insist on spoiling you afterward! anything you wanted or needed would be yours. But he would start with a hot bath, washing you and asking you how you’re feeling or if you need any help. He’ll hire the best tutor around if you need it. Telling you how proud he is of how hard you’re working

after the relaxing bath it would be straight to bed for a massage, his big hands rolling the tension out of your shoulders and hips until your body feels like butter, like you’re melting into the sheets, the only thing keeping you awake is the soft kisses being pressed against your skin and the warmth of his calloused hands.

Maybe its just me and cloudy anon here but soft Enji is *chefs kiss* im in love with him so much 😍 I hope this answer finds you relaxing anon! don’t push yourself too hard and make sure you’re practicing self care and I know that I am SUPER DUPER proud of you 😋❤

#ems thirsty inbox 📬#em talks to friends 🥸#em writes ✍#enji todoroki #soft Enji todoroki is best #we love a caring daddy

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strayficks · 4 years

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EPHEMERAL 3

1 . 2

smut, fluff, angst.

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You yawned as you stretched your arms, easing the tense muscles. The memories came rushing back from last night. Jaehyun’s tight grip on your thighs and butt left soft purple bruises, tender to the touch. The way he pressed your face into his bed made you dizzy.

“Fuck.” You sighed, remembering the panties that you gave him costed a lot. You doubt you have any bravery trying to get it back. You were trying to keep him hooked on you by doing that, a bold move if you will. But damn, you have to get it back no matter what considering the amount of money you spent on it.

To be honest, you don’t know what it is that you want with Jaehyun. You’re not one for relationships, since being in one always left you hurt. You we’re scared of commitment. Scared of uncertainty. You leave before you get left alone, and you hate yourself for it. You flirt for fun, it gives you a surge of excitement. Seeing guys fawn over you makes you feel wanted, and for a while, it was enough for you.

But now, guilt is filling you up to the brim, overflowing. You can’t imagine being hurt like you hurt those guys you toyed with. You want to try to be brave, you do. You thought of giving Jaehyun a shot when your phone lit up with a notification. Text from an unknown number, it must be Jaehyun. Now that you know Jaehyun is friends with Yukhei, you didn’t even think twice that Jaehyun would surely ask him for your number.

UNKNOWN

Hey, it’s Jaehyun. Are you busy right now?

You hestitated on answering, but you quickly tapped on your screen, too quickly.

YOU

Oh jey, I’m not. Whst’s yp?

Jaehyun

Would you like to have lunch with me?

YOU

Sure, i’ll get ready.

Jaehyun

I’ll come pick you up, send me your addy.

You sent him your address and got ready, trying your best to cover the love bites on your neck with foundation. You dressed yourself in a simple shirt and jeans, when you walked over to put on some makeup, a notification startled you. ‘Im here.’ read the text.

“Shit, shit, shit”

You stumbled on your own feet, rushing over to get your sling bag as you completely skipped your makeup. It hasn’t been an hour, and you can already see a sleek black car parked in front of your house.

With rushed steps, you opened the door and greeted him. He was wearing the same thing as you, a simple shirt and jeans. His soft hair tousled by the wind as pink kissed his nose and cheeks. He looked ethereal.

He hugged you gently, in which you were surprised at first, but you hugged him back and he guided you inside his car. He was so gentle with everything. When he scooted over to put on your seatbelt, his scent brought memores of him being close to you and fucking you senseless. Well, you can’t blame yourself. It was the only thing you had done together on the 2 times that you’ve met. He spoke so carefully, trying to not say the wrong thing. As if this is the first time he’s ever spoken to a woman. That is, until he asked,

“Did you cover the hickeys?” He sneaked a glance from the road to your neck.

You instinctively touched the part layered with foundation, “Yes? they were purple you know?”

“Then i did it right.”

You were too distracted seeing his hands on the steering wheel, thick, but gentle fingers turning the steer as your eyes continue to wander downwards to his thighs. You were brought back to reality when Jaehyun cleared his throat, adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he spoke.

“We’re here.”

Before Jaehyun could take your seatbelt off, you beat him to it. Breathe.. You’re having lunch, don’t think about sucking his cock.

Jaehyun silently got out and so did you. The restaurant had a nice atmosphere. With booths and sofas, there were a couple of elders and teenagers there. You walked over to one of the sofas and you both sat opposite of eachother. You brushed your hands to stay warm as Jaehyun watched you with a smile etched on his pretty lips, dimples showing and finding their way to your heart.

You swiped a finger to your nose, nudging your piercing gently. “What?’

“You’re beautiful.”

His gaze pierced into you. A blush creeped onto your cheeks as you tried to be composed. The compliment sounded genuine, heartfelt, ardent. You don’t know if it’s the way he’s looking at you, or the gentle voice he spoke with that made your heart ache. It’s like 4th grade again. You were about to respond, however a waiter came over to the table, asking if you’re ready to order.

"And one strawberry smoothie please." You added.

Jaehyun seemed to have taken a liking to staring at you. Too much was rude, but Jaehyun couldn't get enough. Even when the waiter left after taking your orders, Jaehyun still couldn't believe you were sitting in front of him.

The panties that you gave him sat on his bed at home. He would be lying if he didn't jack off to it last night, but you wouldn't know that. The way you speak hypnotized him, the movement of your lips brought filthy imaginations he couldn't believe he'd be thinking in a restaurant.

Jaehyun had asked for your number to Yukhei.

It took a little convincing and a roll of blunt, but he finally ended up giving it to him. Everytime Jaehyun looked at her, it's like the world is going in slow motion. And he'd hoped it would be only the two of you in this world if it meant you would be staying with him. Your voice lulled him to sleep, your fingers caressing his skin made him shiver. The sunlight bouncing off your skin made you glow, your soft features paired with the glint on your nose ring made Jaehyun want to reach out and kiss you. To kiss those perfect lips of yours. Jaehyun couldn't get enough of you.

"You're so obsessed with me, aren't you?" You teased, the corner of your lips perked up.

Hell yes, that's correct. Jaehyun thought.

He contemplated on answering but he diverted his eyes from her lips and looked at her. Nope, i won't admit it just yet.

"Was that your go-to lunch order?" Jaehyun asked, obviously changing the topic.

You beamed, "Burritos are amazing."

You both talked about the food choice and you agreed that Jaehyun undoubtedly was a picky eater. He completely hated olives, cucumber, and cauliflower. He only liked dark chocolate, and cheese pizza. It was until then you talked about your mutual friends that you cackled on his story,

"He was screaming! i told him that it wasn't true, here, i got it on camera."

He leaned on the table, his phone screen in front of you as the video played. Yukhei was on his underwear, muttering something incoherent as he walked around screaming his lungs out, it was until the end that you heard him scream a one direction song to a toilet.

"Wow," You whistled, "Send that to me."

"Done."

The conversation was pleasant. You realized that Jaehyun wasn't as broody and cold as people say. He was cheerful. Everytime he smiled and showed you those pretty dimple of his, your heart skipped a beat. His voice... god his voice. It was deep, smooth, and soft at the same time. He walked in long strides, graceful and composed. When you both were done, he helped you stack the plates and put the smoothie glass on the side. He offered to take you on a drive around town to catch some wind, but you realized you haven't done anything for an upcoming test you had. He teased you for studying, but you reminded him that you can't just nonchalantly flunk a test, Jaehyun was surprised at your determination. He called you pretty once again when he dropped you off, telling you,

"Text me when you're free, we're going out again."

It was monday, You had been busy studying for a test and had been flipping through the flashcards. Jihyo and Ryujin were mad at you for not telling them the lunch you had with Jaehyun the other day. It was apparently a big deal, Jihyo screamed onto the phone and Ryujin listened with peaked interest as you covered your face from the camera on your phone.

This test is gonna be the end of me, you muttered under your breath.

Another big reason to study, it's 40% of your grade and you couldn't afford to mess up. Collecting every last bit of your will to live, you read through your notes for the 89th time.

ring

You groaned as you looked at your phone, an unknown number was calling. You already saved Jaehyun's number, so it couldn't be him. You picked up, in case it was an emergency.

"Hello?"

"I knew you were a slut, but i didn't think you'd stoop as low as to go out with that cunt Jaehyun."

His voice rang in your ears.

The voice that you loathed so much, the voice that made you cry, the voice laced with pure hate, was talking to you. Hwang Hyunjin was everything you hated.

He was sweet, at first. Then everything went sour. You had found out that he had been cheating on you with 3 different girls, and he had the audacity to say that it was your fault. It was your fault that you weren't interesting enough for him. It was your fault that you were making him tired of you. It was your fault that he cheated.

You were stupid enough to give him another chance. After he came to your house at 3 am, on his knees in front of your front door, he cried on your arms saying everything was his fault, you decided to give it another try. You were dead wrong hoping that he would change, Hwang Hyunjin was a cheater. The second time he cheated, he had been high on drugs. He said that he accidentally fucked another girl because she looked like you.

And as the saying goes; once a cheater, always a cheater.

"Did you forget yourself? You're the lowest of the low. Rot in hell, you piece of shit."

Hyunjin scoffed, "I'm going to make your life hell. Jaehyun won't want you. Listen.. baby.. no one wants a slut. You will never find anyone better than me, remember that."

You quickly hung up, your chest heaving as tears started to brim your eyes. You were angry, hands gripping the bed sheets under you as a hot sensation spreads over your chest. Could screaming into a pillow calm me down? Jihyo and Ryunjin would go after him if they ever catch wind of this. Reaching for your phone again, you pressed the group call button.

The first time that Hwang Hyunjin cheated on you, It was a rainy afternoon and you were just finished with classes. You shook the umbrella on the porch of Hyunjin's house as you stepped on the back of each your shoes to kick them off.

"Babe?" You called out.

He should be home by now, after all you were late to come back home because of the rain.

You headed upstairs when he didn't respond after a few shouts. Walking through the hallway, you heard muffled moans. A mischevious smile appeared on your lips as you silently tip-toe to his room. But then you stopped. It wasn't just his moans.

You barged in the room. There were 2 other girls on top of him. One sitting on top of Hyunjin's face, and one riding him.

"What the fuck."

You were ready to grab the nearest object and cut off his cock when a red head pranced out from the bathroom.

"Oh, Jinnie. You didn't tell me another one is joining."

That made him stop thrusting up, seemingly noticing all the girls stopping their movements as well. His head whips to you as you stand rigid on the doorway. He hurriedly pushed the two girls on top of him and frantically walked over to you.

"Stop, don't come fucking near me."

"Babe, i-"

"You're what? a cheater? no shit," You sharpened your gaze to everyone in the room, fuming. "We're over, Hyunjin."

And the second time, you were back together with him. Truth be told, you absolutely had no idea why he’d asked and begged you to come back to him, when he ended up fucking another girl on his bed when you came home to fill his fridge with groceries.

Nothing can justify cheating. No matter how many times he called you, no matter how many times he knocked at your door, the excuses never stopped.

Hyunjin was the guy that took your virginity on the back of his jeep. He was rough, and it was painful. You stuck with him because he made you feel enough, he made you feel wanted. But that changed. He found other girls to occupy himself with. Forgetting the fact that you were always there, waiting for him with the dinner that was getting colder as the clock ticked and he left you questioning the reasons why he did what he did.

Part of you knew that it wasn’t going to get better. You knew that he’d very much prefer to be in a crowd he doesn’t know than to be in a room with you. But why? why did he cheat? why did he break your heart into a million pieces, glued it back together, only to end up breaking it again? He changed you. In a way that you didn’t like.

You became someone you didn’t know. You were scared of being vulnerable because of him, you hated that. The feeling that seeped into your pores every time you broke down your facade. This show that you’re performing. Only to make yourself feel strong. But it’s tiring now. Every second you coated yourself in a different image made you feel sick. But you knew that that uncertainty will welcome you once you remove the made up stuff you made yourself go through. A constant inner conflict.

When you ended things once and for all, he grew more obsessed. He messed with your relationships, he made rumors about you. He did everything he could to make your life hell. You just wanted him out of your life, why was that so hard?

"Permission to kill."

"Shut up, you can't even kill a bug, let alone a coward."

You were huddled up on Ryujin's bed, sandwiched between Jihyo and Ryujin as your ability to breathe decreased by the minute.

When you called, Ryujin told you to go to her house. Something told you to give the studying a rest, and rest you did. When you got there, Jihyo dragged you to Ryujin's room where all the venting and rants happened.

They started lecturing you about how you shouldn't stray away at a party. Jihyo and Ryujin were worried sick when you didn't respond to any of their calls and texts. They had been talking to Yukhei, a tall, goofy guy when you were too preoccupied trying to get Jaehyun out of the party to fuck your brains out. You knew Yukhei from a friend you had in class, Yuta.

You liked Yuta when you first met him. He was friendly, sported a smile that could break hearts, and for once, you didn't want to take things to the next level. You thought you had a crush on him, until you realized that he had a girlfriend. Shame, but you're not a relationship wrecker. You and Yuta remained friends until now, he helped you with with a project once because you had cried, frustrated that it was too hard. You would do anything, even risking your life, if it meant keeping him as a friend for as long as you lived.

"I don't know what that prick wants from me." You sighed, sinking deeper into the bed.

"He just can't accept the fact that you're moving on." Ryujin responded.

The girl with dark black hair had always been the problem solver. She rationalizes everything, even though the truth is hard to accept sometimes. If Ryujin says her take on the matter, everyone listens. You can't blame her from being upfront, that's just how she is. Hearing assurance from her felt like you were on the top of the world.

"Listen, just ignore him. If he ever tries anything again, tell us." Ryujin added.

"I agree, he was so desperate to make you hung up on him when he was the one who cheated. He even threatened you because you went out with jaehyun! The audacity of that cunt is unbelievable!" Jihyo exclaimed, hands releasing you and flailing in the air.

Ryujin made a grunt of agreement.

Jihyo rolled over, moving on from the topic.

"So you slept with Jaehyun, twice, and then went on a date?" Jihyo asked, tone lacing with excitement and curiosity.

"Jihyo, it was lunch." Ryujin lazily responded in your behalf. She had no say in the 'you slept with him, twice' part with no way of confirming it, so she stared at the side of your head, pressing the question even harder than the girl on your left.

You groaned, "Yes, twice. Two times."

Ryujin let out a low whistle and released you from her grasp, walking over to her closet to pick out a shirt. The sound of her opening a box full of accessories filled the room with loud jingles.

And then it dawned on you, your ring.

The ring that made a cut on Jaehyun's face, that is. You had your panties and now a ring in his house. How stupid can you be? (how smart can you be, to be honest.) You tried to ignore the giddy feeling of having to see him again the next time you bring up the stuff you left in his house.

"Do you like him?" Jihyo asked. Her eyes held curiosity and a tiny bit of comfort.

You knew Jihyo since you were in 3rd grade. She accidentally brought home your pencil case and when you noticed the foreign leopard print tube on your desk, you cried. The next day at school, you saw your pencil case on Jihyo's seat. That's how you came to know her. She had been with you through thick and thin. She rubbed circles on your back when you cried over your parents' divorce, she helped you with your shift that one time you had your first job and was overwhelmed by a mass of middle schoolers, she held up your hair when you had one too many drinks. You loved her like a sister you never had.

"I think so." You responded. Truthfully, you were sure you liked him. You keep wanting to see him, your heart starts a race when he comes to your mind. "Yes, i do like him."

Jihyo engulfed you in a hug. She nestled her face on your neck as she whispered. "I want you to be happy. That's all i want."

Your heart filled with warmth as you hugged her back tighter. She was truly such a wonderful person. You felt grateful that you're surrounded with good people.

You felt Ryujin come up and joined the hug.

"What are we hugging for?"

Jihyo's words rang inside your head the whole ride home. Your finger was hovering on the call button, just a mere centimeter away from contact.

"Fuck it, i miss him." You pressed on the call button, bringing the phone up to your ear. It rang two times until he picked up.

"Hey, i'm glad you called. I was just about to myself." Jaehyun said, his voice as pretty as ever.

You bit your lip, snuggling into your pillow as a smile formed on your face. Wow, you thought. You really like him, huh?

"Are you busy next friday?" You asked.

He paused for a couple of seconds, you were ready to propose another day until he responded, "I'm always free for you."

You held back a scoff at his cringy line. "Pick me up at 4, i have this place i know you'll like."

You could even hear the smile on his face when he agreed, adding a little 'It's a date then, i can't wait until friday comes. Good luck on your test.'

Friday rolled around in no time. You got a B on your test and that was enough for you. You got the notification on your phone thursday morning and almost choked on your cereal and did a cross even though you were far from religious. Your mood completely lit up when you were picking out clothes for your date. The skirt was, well, short. You paired it with a simple sleveless shirt and a pair of converse. You sent a message to the group, saying that you'd be on a date with Jaehyun. The text was read by Jihyo and Ryujin immediately. They sent a cluster of 'Yes!' and eye emojis.

A light knock came from the door, the giddy feeling on your stomach appearing once again.

When you opened the door and stepped out of the house, you were greeted by his familiar scent as he hugged you. He's a hugger, not that you're complaining.

"You look really nice, like really nice, in that outfit. Maybe we should just stay in today."

"Definitely not." That's a lie. You want to stay home and let him undress you, however, you wanted him to try this cheese pizza that tasted like heaven on a local diner right around the corner. Maybe next time, or after if you're lucky.

Jaehyun pursed his lips and, took a step back to get another look. "I have those exact same shoes."

You cocked a brow as you closed the door behind you. "Really? we should match next time."

The drive was short. You noticed that he was more smiley today. The dimples making an appearance when he caught you looking at him.

"Hmm? Are you okay? Your face is red." His brows furrowed as his hand went up, pressing the back of his palm onto your cheek.

You squirmed on your seat as your hand clasped together under the table. How come he doesn't realize how undeniably attractive he is? You could spend all day looking at him and not be bored.

"I'm fine, just hungry."

As if on cue, Mrs. Miller came up to the table Her checkered apron made your eyes squint, or maybe it was her smile.

"What do you lads want today?" She gave me a look, silently asking who the man is in front of me.

Mrs. Miller watched you grew up. She ran this family owned diner and took care of it so well, even her sons were jealous. You responded with narrowed eyes and a shake of the head.

"Get him a cheese pizza please, and two portions of blt for me."

She scribbled quickly on her notepad, the fluff ball stuck on the end of the pen wiggling with every stroke. "Right, and the drinks?"

"A strawberry smoothie and a chocolate one as well." Jaehyun finished for you, handing back the menu.

Jaehyun turned to you, "The food's better be good

"Oh trust me, it is."

"I can't believe you remembered and ordered me a cheese pizza." He chuckled in disbelief.

He didn't think that you'd remembered something like that, and when you did, he liked you even more.

"You mentioned that they were your favorite, and i can proudly say, the cheese pizza here will blow your mind."

"I swear to god if you're exaggerating, i'll never forgive you for this."

15 minutes later, you could see that Jaehyun was visibly drooling over the appealing sight of food in front of him.

"Wow this is fucking, " pause, "Amazing. Tell Mrs. Miller this diner's gonna be packed tomorrow."

"Told you it's good. She'd be so happy if more people come here, this place's not easy to find.” You breathed out.

You cupped your face in your hands with your elbows on the table as you chew on a bite of your blt. You proceed to watch him gulf down a slice, a big gap already forming in the, now, ruined circle of the pizza.

He swallowed, "Talking about packed, i have this party at my friend Jaemin's this sunday. I'm hoping you could come?"

"How many times do you party in a week? you're sure the party animal."

Jaehyun didn't look to pleased to hear you respond with another question.

"Would you come? You can bring your friends if you want."

You laughed, he made it clear he wanted you there.

"I will."

Jaehyun told Mrs. Miller that he'd recommend the place to his friends, and she gave him a piece of candy which he handed to you when you were outside. You unconsciously stared at his long, dainty fingers. Specifically the rings that hugged them.

"You have a nice sense of style, i see." You squeezed the tip of his index finger clad with a metallic band when he shoved the candy in your face.

"What? this? this is nothing compared to your ring that gave my face a cut."

"I'm sorry, i wasn't planning on doing anything that night, but you know how that ended."

"I can say for sure you have a nice choice of panties."

You brought your hand up to slap his shoulder but he dodged before you could. "Why would you say that, we're in the middle of the parking lot!"

"I was just reciprocating your compliment. I’m flattered you know."

He stopped in his tracks when he was about to enter the car.

"How about we go to my dorm? you can pick up your stuff that you left."

God was really in your side. What did you do to get this lucky? You reminded yourself not to take it for granted.

"I lied, i'm keeping the panties." Jaehyun said as his chest shook with laughter.

He grabbed your sides to lift you to his bed but you swung your feet, making you drop back to the floor of his single dorm room.

"They're expensive. It's either you buy another one for me or i'm leaving."

He narrowed his eyes as if saying are you serious? With his lips pressed together, he nodded. "Deal."

You were satisfied with the answer. Your hand caressed his cheeks and settled on his broad shoulder. Let's get to work, shall we.

"I only like guys with big dicks, and I always have fun talking filth into their ear about how much I love their cock. "

You paused, smirking with satisfaction from the sight in front of you

"But you….. you’re the biggest guy I’ve had. And there’s no way I’m not going to talk about that while I have the chance. So sit down on the bed, and let me get you going with my voice.. Although we both know it won’t stop there. "

He did as your told, eyes trailing your every movement with a coy smile on his lips. Enjoying every moment.

"That blood is pumping into your cock and fattening you up… the pulses are so intense I can see you flex through two layers of fabric… I know when that happens all you wanna do is pull those annoying clothes down and start beating your cock raw… and I love that."

For a fact, Jaehyun didn't even need to have his cock out to get you wet. The sheer size of that bulge in his pants and the way it looks like it’s trying to burst out is enough to make you tingle and crave it.

You loved knowing that his cock begs to be pleased so badly that you just want to delve into your animal instincts and make it feel good. You loved knowing that your voice alone was the reason for that fat bulge, that blood pumping, that pleasure.

"But we can’t keep it stuck in there forever, can we?"

He shook his head.

Pulling that big cock out is like a drug to you. You couldn't stop your pussy from aching when your fingertips were clenched around the waist of his boxers, slowly dragging them down and anticipating that giant cock’s release… and then it happened. His huge cock bounces out of those tight boxers, flying in the air and bounced on your face. And my god, you loved it on your face.

Seeing that thick, tight undersize of his shaft resting on your face while you salivate for it was almost too much to handle. That’s why you had to get to work quickly… waiting to play with his big dick was like suffocating.

"I know you love my lips. They’re perfect for pleasing big, fat cocks like yours."

"Mhmm, i love those pretty lips you have." He brushed his thumb on your lips as you kissed the pad of his finger.

His cockhead swelled with blood when you wrapped your lips around it, with almost not enough in your body to keep up with the pleasure your giving him.

The deeper your lips go on his cock, the faster his heart rate became, and the fatter his cock got. His stomach began to tighten and flex at the feeling, as your lips and tongue got to the base of his cock. The feeling of his thick cock being jammed all the way down your throat made his legs writhe. You let your throat muscles swallow around his fat cockhead and milked him as fast as you could, pushing him to the brink of explosion.

"It’s too much isn’t it? My throat massaging your head while my tongue licks your balls and my lips push into your crotch like I’m trying to eat your dick."

Jaehyun's face was red as he looked down on you, his ragged breaths signaling that he was enjoying this as much as you did.

You didn’t want him busting yet though… so you unjammed his cock from your throat and slowly pull it out, being sure to form a vacuum with your mouth to roll over his entire length as you exit.

You needed to let that cock calm down for a bit, so it’s a perfect time to talk about those balls.

His cock is amazing, almost too amazing, but a cock isn’t complete without a big set of balls. And his were a true specimen. Even without working up a load, his sacks were massive. Just one of them was enough to fill your entire mouth up if you decide to work them. Honestly, even if he didn’t have a cock down there and only had that pair of balls, he’d still have a beautiful big bulge to flaunt around. And when his balls were full? Well.. let’s find out what that’s like.

His cock seemed to have calmed down now… at least enough to stop him from busting a nut everywhere. It’s not like you wanted him losing that hard on. You thought it’s about time your mouth truly went to work on that cock.. just how he liked it.

You gripped the base of his thick shaft tightly, making him pant and moan. You didn’t carry around a cock ring, so you had to improvise. You wanted to see those veins. God… those veins. Having a huge cock is great and all, but the fact that he had such impressive veins was really the icing on the cake. Grabbing his base so tightly makes all that blood center in his cock, and that blood loves to fill up those veins. They got so thick and fat, inflated with immense amounts of liquid pumping around his dick.

Your lips started working his fat cockhead again, but not with as much mercy as last time.

Your sucking was fast, tight and intense. Your mouth craves that load and the best way to pump it up was to work his cock fast and furiously. His head swelled again, even thicker than last time. Once he had swollen to max size, you moved your lips further down his shaft and began sucking angrily at his entire length.

Each time your lips traveled up and down on his big dick, you felt those fat veins pulsing between your lips and begging to be relieved, crying out in unison at the unbridled pleasure you're giving him. You knew he was close. You knew those balls were filling up with cream, you knew he couldn’t handle it. That’s why you were going to relieve him of all that tension.

Your hand ran up his leg and grabbed those fat nuts, Your nails giving him a lovely tickle as you got them tight in your hand. Your lips still sucking angrily at his fat cock, desperate to work up that thick load that’s built up in his balls.

Jaehyun's breathing became irregular and panicked as he felt himself getting close to bursting.

You pulled his cock out of your mouth and placed your lips on the size of his huge cock. You sucked hard at the huge, fat prominent blue vein that sat there, making him squirm and moan harder than ever before. That vein was so massive and full of blood that it felt like it’s big enough to be a cock on its own.

That’s when you felt it.

Your other hand was still on his balls and you felt that churning. You felt that boiling hot, thick cum sloshing around in his fat sack rapidly as you sucked at his massive vein. But you didn’t want Jaehyun nutting in the air, so you stopped working that vein and put your hand around that base and squeezed tightly, stopping that nut from getting any further up his shaft.

You wanted to swallow that load, and that’s what you're going to do.

You glided your lips back on his huge, fat cock and sucked harder than you had ever sucked a cock before. Your cheeks hollowed as you moved up and down on his dick, those veins still throbbing hard as you pleased them. Your hand went back to gripping those fat ballsacks.

You knew Jaehyun was close, his throbbing and pulsing was too intense for him not to be. You felt those balls churning in your hand again, and obscene amount of cream had accumulated in those fat sacks and he needed to empty them.

As your lips sucked hard and fast on his cock, you felt it coming. His fat balls began pumping that thick, creamy load up the thick shaft of his cock, filling up his massive cockhead with cum. You sucked extra hard at his head, milking it with all the energy you had in you.

Then it burst.

His huge, fat, engorged cock made one big throb and squirted his massive creamy load out of his cock, his balls tightening and flexing as they gave his swollen cockhead more batter to unload. Your cheeks kept filling up with his man-juice, but you swallowed it all down your throat every time. Those veins were extra fat and throb angrily as he busted that thick nut, every nerve in his crotch singing and celebrating the intense release. As the last of his nut emptied out of his balls, you gave his huge cock one last hard suck at the head and he busted the last of his cream in one thick shot.

His fat balls. His thick, huge shaft. His massive, extra creamy spunk. THAT’S why you loved his cock.

"Oh my fucking god.." Jaehyun trailed, his hands covering his face as his whole body trembled.

He shook his head, "I can't let you leave without having my cock in you. Get on the bed."

"Yes, sir."

He hurriedly took off your shirt an panties. Letting out a low whistle as his eyes raked over your body.

"God, I love your body..." Jaehyun's lustful gaze trailed over your body. He was sure you'd be the death of him.

"What do you love about it, Jaehyun? Tell me what you want to do to me." You asked, lacing your tone with innocence.

"Tell you?" He bent down and placed a gentle kiss on your lips. Jaehyun tasted himself and deepened the kiss by pulling you closer with his hand on the back of your head.

"Baby, you know I love your body. I..." Jaehyun took a deep shaky breath. He didn't know why he's nervous. Maybe it's because both of you were sober, and not in rush, for once. He'd like to savor this moment.

"I love your shoulders and I really love this place, right here, just by the curve of your neck. I love to kiss and suck the skin there."

He sucked the spot softly, light pecks making you shiver.

He then kissed down your chest while his hands run down your back to your ass. His lips trailed down your body with a touch as gentle as it gets.

"I love how sensitive your nipples are. Maybe even more than mine. I love that when I suck on them..." He brought your nipple in his mouth and soft giggles filled the room as he teased your nipple in his mouth, your hand went up to his hair and tugging softly.

"Your breath hisses in like that. And I love your hand in my hair..."

He flicked your nipple with his tounge, making him get a moan from you as a reward.

"You like that? When I flick it like that? the other one needs some attention too." He sucked the other nipple. He playfully bit on it, making you gasp with surprise.

You tugged at your bra, the feeling of being restricted made you uncomfortable. And you squirmed under him when you felt the dampness on your much more cheaper panties.

"Mhmm, I can take these off."

He watched you take off your undergarments, biting those lips of his as he spoke up,

"Bend over."

Your eyes widened at his strict tone, but you obliged.

"Yes, Sir."

You felt the bed dip as his knees balanced themselves on top of the sheets. He gripped your luscious ass and spread them apart, his hot breath fanning over your cunt. You were getting impatient and started grinding on air. Jaehyun chuckled and buried his face in your cunt, mumbling, "I’ll take care of you."

His tounge worked it's way on you. You moaned and your knees buckled when he sucked on your clit.

"Oh god your mouth is so warm...yes, please, run your tongue up and down, just like that...oh fuck...keep sucking like that."

"You like it that much, hm?" He said in your cunt. His hand came in contact with your butt as he spanked you, the stinging sensation spread over your butt slowly disappearing when he caressed the red print with his hand.

"Do you want me to finger you, baby?

"Yes ...please, please can I have it..."

You felt him circling your clit with the pad of his thumb until he inserted two fingers inside you. It was still not enough as you clenched around it.

"More, Jaehyun more."

He slowly moved them in and out as the friction give you more pleasure, his tounge now lapping your juice and teasing your clit at the same time.

"...oh god, fuck, don't stop..."

Just as those words left your mouth, he suddenly stopped and pulled out his fingers from your wet cunt. You whined and trembled

"No! Why did you stop?"

"I'm going to fuck you now."

You got more wet hearing that from him You didn't think that was even possible, but the thought of him fucking you made you grew more desperate.

"Please baby, I need you inside me." You softly breathed out, looking at him behind you. He was jerking himself on the sight of you on all fours on his bed. A sly smile on his lips as he positioned his cock in front of your pussy. Just a thrust away from being inside you.

"Whose pussy is this, hm?" He rubbed his cock on your wet folds, making you back up to him once again craving for any sort of friction.

"It's yours Jaehyun, please fuck me.. please." You begged.

"That's a good girl."

With a sudden thrust, you were overwhelmed by his size. You felt the slightest bit of pain until he drew back and pounded his cock into you. You saw stars as your mouth was left agape.

You felt him pull you up, and nestled his face on your shoulders with his left hand on your neck, and the other on your nipple, gently rolling it on his fingers.

"You're so fucking tight for me. Your pussy's all mine. I'm gonna fuck it however i like, isn't that right, princess?"

You croaked out a moan as your breathing got restricted by the second. "Yes, oh god yes. It's yours, Jaehyun. Fuck it however you like."

He sped up his pace and released you from the grip on your neck. You felt his large hand pressing your lower abdomen and giving you a sensation you've never felt before.

"I'm right here. Can you feel me?"

His voice came out raspy, and you felt his heartbeat speeding up on your back as he pressed himself closer to you. Hips still pounding roughly and the sound of your butt slapping against his hips filled the room.

Your eyes rolled back as you sink yourself deeper into this pit of desire. You could only manage a simple 'mhmm' until you felt it coming.

The knot on your stomach grew larger and more intense as he continued to shove his large cock into your pussy. You craved for your release and clenched him harder.

"Oh, baby. That's right, make it tighter for me."

He coiled his hand in your hair and added, "We're gonna cum together, okay?"

"Y-yes, I'm close Jaehyun."

With a few more thrusts, You felt his hot cum filling your hole as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. The constant friction sent you over the edge in shock waves as your whole body felt like heaven, you felt it even to the tips of your toes. You felt his cock jerk inside you as he pulled out, cum dribbling down your thighs and onto the sheets, Jaehyun witnessing the heavenly sight of his juices mixed with yours just leaking in front of him.

He let out a deep breath as you plopped yourself down on the matress. You felt like your bones just melted. The soft fabric of his comforter covered your butt as Jaehyun laid down by your side.

"It's a little chilly." You muttered, a smile on your lips.

Jaehyun smiled too, but to himself. He was looking at an angel. Your cheeks tinted pink with the gentle rise of your chest letting out soft breaths. You were in that afterglow, Jaehyun liked you even more if that's possible. He might even be in love with you.

"C'mere." You invited him, raising the blanket and patting the spot next to you

He laughed snuggled close to you, the warmth in his heart getting stronger.

"So, what do you want to do now?" Jaehyun asked, his voice lazy, almost sleepy.

"Let's shower." You proposed.

"A shower, huh?" He kissed your nose, "Whatever you want, baby. We've got all night."

"He invited us to a party."

"Don't try to change the topic!"

Ryujin picked you up and witnessed you walk of shame. She didn't say anything and just plainly looked at Jaehyun as he waved at her when he guided you out of the building. Ryujin didn't bring anything up on the whole ride.

It was Jihyo who squeezed every last drop of information you had. You weren't bothered by her nosiness, and answered the questions. You stuffed your mouth with doritos every time she asked too much though.

The three of you were clad in tight dresses and sparkly fabric. Well, except Ryujin who sported baggy jeans and a sweater. You didn't expect what happened in the party. Even though you'd been pushing the thought to the back of your mind, it didn't stop him from coming.

Hwang hyunjin ruined your night.

You were looking for Jaehyun, but his friends said he was on his way. You called him, he didn't pick up. You went out for air, leaving your friends behind to play beer pong. You enjoyed the muted music from outside the house, holding yourself back from taking off your heels to roll on the glass.

And then you heard him.

"Hey."

His voice surprised you, the drink in the little red cup swaying as you turned your head to find where the voice was coming from.

There he stood. Long blonde hair half tied, his lips a pretty shade of pink as he stared at you.

You felt your stomach sank as you took a step back. You knew that he would utter every single thing he could to hurt you once again. You wanted to run away or have the earth swallow you whole when he brought his hand up to hold your cheek. His palm was cold. An unfamiliar sensation to you. You pulled his hand away from you, only to have him grip your wrist.

"Hyunjin."

"Listen to me, please." His eyebrows furrowed, the grip on your wrist tightened when you attempted to break away.

"I have no reason to."

He paused for a while, still not letting you go. It looked as if he was building up the courage for something. And the next second he spoke up, it's as if the wind wanted to save you, it was cold and you were freezing. Almost making you shiver and go back under the blankets.

"I'm sorry." He looked down at his shoes.

Your face grew hot, that familiar feeling started to bubble up in your stomach again. "No matter how many times you say that, i won't forget what you did to me." You spat.

"I'm sorry." He was looking at you now.

"Tears? Fuck off. You've done that already."

You tried to yank your hand away, but to no avail, he kept his grip.

"Let go! You're hurting me!"

"Let's start over, please." A tear fell and rolled down his cheek. The cheek that you caressed and the cheek that you kissed. Now, the thought of touching him is revolting. Even starting over was impossible.

"This isn’t going to be fixed. You’ve ruined this for good now. After all the shit you put me through, and you come to me saying this?" You yelled, exasperated.

He bent his head down. "I'm still in love with you. I was stupid to fuck other girls, when i know you're home waiting for me. I.. i kept contacting you because i didn't want you to forget about me. That's the last thing i want in my life."

He looked at you, his tears falling every time he blinks, dribbling to his chin and onto the cold, hard concrete. "I want to try again. I can't go a day without you anymore. Please."

A million questions ran through your mind, but only a word came out. "Why?"

"I will change. I promise. I will change to whoever you want me to be. I will do it properly. I want you in my arms again." He was gripping your shoulders now, his hair messy and wet.

"I can’t help but think you’re a terrible person. I can go on with my life without you, Hyunjin. Get out of my life and everything will be perfect."

His legs wobbled as his knees hit the ground, his arms wrapped around your knees as he pressed his forehead against the exposed skin of your thighs. His shoulders shook as he sobbed.

"Please. Tell me how you feel and i'll leave, i'll never show my face to you again. I need to be sure." He looked up at you, lips quivering as guilt filled his bloodstream. Oh how much he regretted what he'd done to you.

"You’ll never be the person I love. Not now, not ever." You looked at him with so much hatred, you almost bit your tounge off trying to stop yourself from bashing his head. "I would rather die than be the person who climbs into bed with you at the end of the night."

He grew silent and stood up. Hands by his sides and said, "Okay." He paused and wiped the tears from his cheeks before walking away from you. "I love you, y/n."

You hoped he kept his promise.

How did it come to this, scrolling through his messages and paranoia gripping you by the neck.

How did it come to this? Hyunjin swayed you with his words and it once made your heart race but now you seeing his face had unconventionally made you want to die. You weren’t quite prepared for this feeling.

What happened with his promise of being yours? Was that just a test of courage, to see if you could even form those words in that exact order, to convince him you were his?

You knew all of his secrets and you knew who he really was and you knew what he'd been doing and you knew, you knew every time you came back home to him he smelled like another woman.

They accused you of losing your mind, they warned you about people like him but you thought to yourself, "Maybe he'll be different." Because goddamn baby, he made you feel special, he painted you a blue sky, he was too good with his words. He knew you tried to keep it fun, you tried to keep it good but your efforts were clearly not enough.

You knew you lost him, but it felt more like losing your mind. Was it you, did you say something way too honest that made him run and hide like a scared little boy? Once you thought were so much more than 'enough' to him but it's the same old questions that you asked yourself:

Weren't you enough?

Didn't you try hard enough?

Didn't you pass all his tests?

Maybe you'd known it all this time that he kept what was between you blurry, never really telling you what 'we' were or was it him and his careless vocabulary that effortlessly swept you off your feet?

Spiraling down this endless pit of confusion and secrecy, how did it get to this? Smiling when he came home, greeting him at the door and hugging him, asking him how'd school go and kiss him like you didn't know anything, like he didn't do anything wrong.

You hoped everything would be better as you sank down on your knees and cried harder than you'd ever cried.

at 1 am, Hyunjin's phone rang and he knew it's you. He picked up and ask why you called and you told him to pick you up in an hour and to bring a jacket. He smiled and hung up, wondering what you had in store for him at 1 am in the morning and he knew he would spend the next hour fretting over how he's gonna look because he always wanted to look his best in front of you even if it's just another one of your midnight drives.

2 am and he was driving down the road, with no particular place in mind and he wondered if you knew how perfect this moment was, just him and you and the world that was full of mystery and adventure that you both sought. A joke passed between you, a private one you'd had for months and your friends called you crazy because only the two of you could understand each other. Just two minds in perfect sync.

3 am and everything was shattered because he's in his bed, and all of that was just a memory that somehow crept into his dreams. 3 am, and he realized you're no longer with him and it's not him on the driver's seat of the car anymore.

4 am and Hyunjin was tossing and turning, and he couldn't go back to sleep because all he was thinking about was you again and he thought he was over it and he was not. 4 am, and his heart wrenched when he thought about your smile, the way your eyes lit up when you talked about the things you loved. 4 am, and he's thinking you're with Jaehyun and that should be him, that should be him, that should be him.

5 am and Hyunjin had given up all hopes of going back to sleep because it's one of those nights where he couldn't help but think about what might have been if he had been enough. 5 am and those nights with you were gone, 5 am and those jokes were forgotten, 5 am and you're not here with him for real.

Jaehyun looked for you. He asked your friends, He asked his friends. But they all said the same thing, 'She was looking for you a while ago.'

He pressed the button on his phone, the light illuminated his face under the dark sky. 5 missed calls from you.

He cursed to himself and pressed the call button, chewing his bottom lip as he tapped his feet on the concrete as he leaned back on his car seat. "Please, pick up." He muttered.

You didn't pick up. He was pulling his phone away from his ear to try and call you again but he was surprised from the notification that came from Yukhei.

'Jihyo said she's at home.'

"Fuck." He sighed, running his hands over his face as he peered over the backseat, the lonely basket filled with snacks that he was planning to empty with you as he took you away from the party.

He quickly scrolled down his contacts and pressed the call button again.

"Hey, Jihyo. What happened? Y/n won't pick up my calls."

Jaehyun heard her sigh as a door closed behind her. He heard rustling, sounding like Jihyo just sat down.

"It was Hyunjin."

Jaehyun knew guys like Hwang Hyunjin, and when Jihyo told him what he did to you, he wasn't a bit surprised. Just angry, very angry.

As Jihyo told him what happened, he couldn't help but wanting to hug you and tell you everything would be okay. He fisted his palms until his knuckles turned white when he heard Hyunjin cheated on you. He'd beat him up for you if you told him to. When Jihyo said you needed time to be alone, Jaehyun listened. You didn't let anyone go inside the room with you, you didn't want to talk to anyone. Jihyo said that you were already sleeping after crying so much.

Jaehyun and Jihyo didn't talk about you again and ended the call. He thanked Jihyo for telling him what happened.

It was 2 weeks after Hyunjin said he'd leave your life.

You were seated on the plush of the booth, a warm cup of milk giving you the warmth you needed. You watched as the bell on top of the door jingled. He entered the room and scanned the cafe. His eyes landed on you and he smiled.

"How are you?" He slid into the booth. His dainty hands covered yours, his cold rings giving you a jolt.

"I'm good now." You paused, and looked at him.

"I'm sorry for disappearing for like.. 2 weeks."

He chuckled and shook his head, obviously trying to lighten the mood and wipe the frown on your eyebrows. "Hey.. it's okay. You know i'll always be here."

"I'm sure you heard what happened."

Jaehyun clicked his tounge, playing with your fingers and turning the metallic band on your pinky. "Yes, i have. We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."

You thought about it, he's got a point. Hyunjin was out of your life for good, and you'd like to keep it that way. "You know what? you're right. Let's talk about something else."

"Did you know that i filled a whole basket with snacks for you and me, only to eat them myself at home?"

"Thanks for the guilt trip. What do you want to order? my treat."

He ordered an espresso. He was beautiful.

It rained and it rained hard. Hard enough to flush away all the bad thoughts and you solely focused on the man sitting in front of you.

You were talking about a new song that you've been listening to. Jaehyun listened with a smile even though you were sure he wasn't listening. He looked at you with such intensity that it made you ask,

"Do you have anything to say? You've literally had that smile for 5 minutes now, what are you-"

"Let's date."

That shut you up. You had definitely been thinking about it. The thought of dating him felt like a new beginning that you'd been waiting for.

"I know you feel the same way, Y/n. Let's date."

"I was about to say yes anyway, but okay."

You both held hands as you sipped the warm liquid that warmed your heart even more. Jaehyun was smiling like an idiot until he kissed you, his smile still plastered the whole time.

You ran your hand over your hair, only to have it swatted away. He played a lock of your hair and twirled it between his finger.

"I don't have anything to do tonight. Do you want to go out or stay in?"

You turned to him, leaning your head on his shoulder. "Let's go out."

"Where?"

"I don't know?"

He lightly pushed you, "You always say that."

"Let's figure it out on the car."

You left the bedroom, tripping over an unopened box on the floor as Jaehyun snickered behind you. You glared at him and he looked at a nonexistent dust on his shoulder.

You remembered the first time that you slept over. You pulled the simple line of 'your bed is comfier than mine, let me sleep over.' and now your toothbrush and clothes was in his house. You basically lived with him.

Every second you spent with him felt like heaven.

Even the time where he dug the trash to help you look for one of your airpods because you thought you accidentally threw it out while cleaning the house. It was heaven when you went to a concert after getting high with him. You wondered if that even happened or was it just a dream or a thought you had while you were high.

It has been 5 months that you were dating. And you loved every second of it. To even say that you love it was an understatement. It excites you to the point of reaching an unfamiliar degree.

You almost, just almost bought a ring and proposed to him even though you were young and marrying someone that early was too far off from what a 10 year old you would think, when Jaehyun remembered the time that you mentioned you had light sensitivity, and started to wake up early and open all the windows, but he always closes them before you wake up.

You smiled on the seat of his car as he drove by without a particular direction. He lowered the windows down, letting the evening fresh air wash over you. He looked at you with adoration in his eyes. And a coy smile on his lips. Those lips that said the sweetest things.

You looked down at the little white rimmed picture stuck on his dashboard.

It was you and Jaehyun, arms flailing in the air as a pile of thrifted clothes and accessories were piled up beneath, and behind you. You had gone thrift shopping with him, and accidentally made him addicted to it. He always invited you every time he had free time to go pick out some clothes and it was a new thing to talk about. It was nice seeing him excited.

The sun was setting, and you hadn't noticed that Jaehyun had stopped the car.

With a loud click, he opened the door. "Let's sit out here. The sun's setting."

You exited the car and walked up to him, slowing down to sit on a perfect, green patch of grass that tickled your skin.

Jaehyun sat beside you as you engraved the sight to your memory. Him with a sunset.

You suddenly felt a rush in you, every second was difficult as your heart started racing. There couldn't be a better moment than now. You glanced at him, mentally preparing yourself as if you were in a kind of competition. He looked at you and cocked a brow, a silent 'what?'

So he did notice you were acting weird, "Is the sun setting in the wrong direction? What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I love you."

It came out of your mouth quickly as your face becomes red, heartbeat too fast to tame. He was surprised and his mouth was left agape. Until he showed those dimples and said the same thing.

"I love you too."

That was how you said your first i love you's. Now, you were on your knees in front him as he muttered, "So we ended up staying home."

Jaehyun knew he loved it when your lips were on his neck, but on a Saturday evening with both of you loving eachother, everything seemed so much more perfect.

"Fuck," he groaned, "You have no idea what just seeing you on your knees in front of me does to me," he said, running his hand over your cheek before dropping his hands to undo the buckle of the belt and unzip his jeans.

"What are you doing to me?" He murmured, sliding his boxers down, freeing his hardness.

"Give me your hand," he said, holding out his hand. You placed your hand in his and he guided it over to himself, wrapping your hand around his cock with a quiet groan. You looked up at him he groaned again, threading his hands in your hair.

"You're too fucking perfect for me." he said, pain flashing across his face.

"I want you. I want all of you. I don't see anyone else, Jaehyun... Just you." The words came out easily, you were sure of this, loving him and everything about him.

"Fuck," he muttered bending down and placing a kiss on your head before straightening out.

"Open your mouth," he said, grabbing your jaw and rubbing circles into it with his thumb. "Open your mouth and take me in."

You obeyed and opened your mouth, guiding him over to you. You licked your lips before tentatively wrapping them around his tip.

Jaehyun groaned and tightened his hold in your hair. "Bigger, kitten," he said, still rubbing soothing circles into your jaw.

You dropped your jaw and took more of him in. He groaned, holding your head in place as he sunk into your mouth until he hit the back of your throat. You made a sound of surprise, your eyes watering slightly as he stayed there.

"Look at me," Jaehyun said, sliding both hands behind your head.

You looked up at him and he sunk further, going down your throat and making your eyes close briefly at him filling you up until you almost felt as if you were choking although somehow, not in an unpleasant way.

"Are you mine?" You nodded and Jaehyun took a deep breath, reminding himself to move slow with you. "Fuck yes, you are," he growled, sliding out of your mouth and letting you catch your breath before he slid back in. Your eyes shut and you slid your tongue along him.

"Fuck," Jaehyun groaned. "You're perfect. I'm going to really fuck that pretty mouth," he growled possessively. You opened your mouth and he pushed back in. He groaned and guided you down his whole length before pulling you back, repeating the motion over and over until. He stared down at you and moaned, watching you bob back and forth.

He prided himself on stamina but the sight of you sucking him off, the humility he felt that the woman in front of him wanted him like this, it had him feeling sensitive much faster than he was used to.

"I'm close, princess." Jaehyun warned.

You surprised him by speeding up, moving faster, sucking him in deeper and making him moan. He held your head in place when he finished, sinking himself down into your throat as he came. He stayed in your mouth for a moment, panting. He slowly pulled out and you took in a deep breath, wiping your mouth and looking up at him with your beautiful eyes he adored so much.

"Did I do okay?" You asked, you knew you did. You just wanted to hear him praise you.

"Did you..." Jaehyun trailed off, shaking his head

and not believing what he was hearing. He bent down and picked you up, tossing you on the bed and kissing up your legs, sliding your shirt up.

"Yes, kitten. You did more than okay. That was the best fucking blow job I've ever had and I want to show you just how much I appreciate it," he said, tugging down your leggings and underwear.

"You want me to show you how much I liked it, kitten? You want me to put my mouth on you and make you cum?" He asked, kissing your inner thigh and looking up at you.

You nodded eagerly. "Yes."

Jaehyun didn't move right away, he just stared up at you, wondering how it was possible someone like you could ever want to be with a person like him. He stared at you so long you started feeling self-conscious.

"What?" you asked, a blush forming under his gaze.

For him, you were the embodiment of perfection, and he never wanted to lose you.

"Nothing," Jaehyun said, swallowing hard. "Nothing. You're just so fucking beautiful," he said, dropping his head between your legs.

"My love." he murmured too quiet for you to hear before he moved his tongue over you, reveling in the reward of hearing you moan.

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Snow Angel | KTH

~summary:

Your garden is covered in snow angels. Who is to blame?

Taehyung x reader

~word count: 1.3k

~childhood friend au, fluff, getting together

Rating: pg

No warnings, just fluff!! and Tae being a little bit of a smug bastard...

~a/n: I couldn’t get this scenario out of my head the moment I read the bingo square ‘snow angels’. I hope I’ve done it justice! Probably the shortest and fluffiest thing I’ve ever written hehe, enjoy! (also, tannie is in it😆)

The thrill of opening your curtains to find the world turned white was a familiar one.

Since you were little, you had gasped with joy every time you looked outside in the morning to find snow had fallen. Immediately, you would go and get dressed in all the layers you could possibly squeeze into, with tights under your jeans tucked into wellies, all ready to run outside as soon as possible.

Sometimes you would have to huddle by the radio over breakfast, listening to whether school was cancelled.

It always was, the boiler being just as old as the school itself.

But that didn’t matter. Your schoolfriend since you had started at 5 years old had become your neighbour barely two years later.

And maybe that was why, even now you were far from that house, your parents and your school, you still felt the same rush as you blearily pulled back your curtains to be startled by the fresh snow lying on the rooftops.

Here, at your first rented place, barely a year out of college and working an internship, there would be no Taehyung or Yeontan. But the snow always took you back.

Instead of running to get dressed, you would make your way to the kitchen, make a hot chocolate.

Instead of knocking on Taehyung’s door, bouncing up and down until he came to join you, you would ring your mum, chat until lunchtime.

Instead of throwing yourselves into the snow with little Yeontan yapping at your heels, you would take some photographs to send back to your oldest friend, reminding you both of all the snow angels you had created over the years.

Even when you were teenagers, all your friends too ‘cool’ to venture out and have fun in the snow, the two of you had walked together to the park, bundled up in coats and gloves.

You had stayed until you were both shivering, snow down your backs from the over-enthusiastic snowball fight and, of course, the snow angels. Practically half the field had been covered, a few of the angels with extra arms and legs as Tae had insisted you try to make some aliens.

Hot chocolate already on your mind, you pushed the second curtain open, planning to turn away right after-

Only something stopped you.

Stepping close to the window again, you stared down at the small garden below.

It was covered in snow angels.

Rather than the untouched powder you had always savoured running through, leaving the first footsteps, someone had laid down in every inch of your garden by the looks of it. Half of one angel even disappeared underneath the hedge growing over your wall from next door.

As you stared out at the odd sight, a small white shape appeared.

Before you could even blink, it flew straight towards you, thudding onto the glass in front of your face, making you flinch back.

A small white circle was printed onto the window, snowy powder falling back to the ground.

Approaching the again, you pressed your forehead onto the freezing glass to see who had thrown the snowball.

There, on your doorstep, a familiar boxy grin beamed up at you from under a hood, a bundle of fluff wrapped in his arms. Your jaw had dropped without your knowledge, gaping at the sight that made your heart soar.

Next thing you knew, you were racing down the stairs, throwing open your front door without grabbing for a coat.

“Kim Taehyung!” you gasped, throwing yourself at him as he laughed, hugging you back with the arm not occupied by Yeontan.

“You do know you’re just in your pyjamas, right?” he laughed as you pulled away.

“Uh, yeah,” you giggled, “come in.”

A shiver ran up your spine as you opened the door wider to allow them entry. Maybe pyjamas wasn’t the wisest choice. Taehyung leaned down, placing Tannie carefully on the floor before stomping the snow off his boots.

Recognising you, the little dog danced around your feet the moment he dropped to the ground, inviting ear scratches which you gladly indulged in.

Unable to fight off the grin that had lodged on your face, you looked up at Taehyung as he shrugged off his coat.

“What brings you here?”

“Floated in with the snow,” he joked, giving Tannie a pat of his own.

“Seriously!” you protested, leading them through to the kitchen.

“Do I need to have a reason?”

Rolling your eyes, you admitted defeat as you rooted in your cupboard for the hot chocolate, Tae making himself at home leaning over your counter. It was true – this wasn’t the first time he had popped up unannounced, but it was by no means a frequent thing either.

You didn’t need to ask if Taehyung wanted a drink, already setting to work on two hot chocolates as he watched you. Tannie’s little paws pitter-pattered on the tile floor as he raced explored your small kitchen.

“Okay…” you looked up from stirring your drink as Tae spoke up again. His voice had dropped, something you knew he always did when he was going to say something important, bringing you to attention. “Maybe I did come for a reason.”

“Yeah?” you abandoned your task, turning to face him.

“I came to bring you your Christmas present,” a small smile quirked his lips.

Pushing himself up, he stood and walked slowly around the counter towards you.

“I put a lot of…thought into it,” he spoke.

Although your mouth opened, your question died in your throat as Tae stopped right in front of you, close enough for you to be in danger of drowning in those big eyes. Impossibly closer still, and they fluttered shut, hand grazing your waist before his lips met yours like a dream.

With zero hesitation, you kissed him back, falling into place with ease. It felt so natural, like you already had each other memorised, even though he had never touched you like this before. The counter pressed into your back as Taehyung tilted his head, cupping your jaw with one hand as he kissed you harder. His other palm was flat against the countertop, caging you in.

He had wiped your mind the moment his lips touched yours. The amount of times you had fantasised about doing this…

Never wanting it to stop, you let the kiss drag out until you had to break away. Even then, you barely moved apart. Tae just looked into your eyes, that same intensity still simmering as it had just before he kissed you.

“Wow,” he breathed.

You had to agree. As he stepped away from you slightly, hold loosening on each other, your mouth flailed for words.

“My present… is you?!”

“Merry Christmas?”

Breathless, you stared at Tae, hopeful eyes betraying his familiar cheeky smirk. Chuckling, you whacked him lightly on the arm.

“Don’t think you can get away without getting me a Christmas present!”

“But-“

“A real Christmas present!”

“But I am a gift to this world!” he gasped, clutching his heart.

You rolled your eyes.

“I know, jerk.”

Eyes creasing with joy, he grabbed your hand, pulling you away from the forgotten hot chocolates.

“Tae, where are we going?” you laughed, stumbling behind him.

“You are going to put something warm on, and then we need to make some snow angels – I think I missed a spot round the back!”

Taehyung did get you a ‘real’ Christmas present too, but he had already given you exactly what you wanted.

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Flustered

Steve x reader x Bucky x Natasha

The three had seen the horrors of the world. It was a place of fear and mistrust. They had been forced to live through their own horrors and to try and fix the world.

They had suffered through hell and come yet still came back. For a long time, they each believed they deserved no better than the life they lived. Thankfully the universe gifted them better.

The universe gifted them with each other as well as Y/N Parker.

Y/N was not a superhero. Y/N was not a mutant. Y/N Parker was a civilian and they couldn't be more grateful to have her.

She was a light at the end of the tunnel. A light they'd never thought available to them.

Y/N was not oblivious to the work her brother and partners shared. She knew what they faced daily and she knew none of them were unscathed to the atrocities of the world.

Y/N knew she was not a hero. She didn't save the world but she didn't need to. She just wanted to protect her brother and her three partners.

"Med, there's no more counter space. I think it's time to stop." Natasha smiled, watching you move about the small kitchen.

"There's plenty of space." You waved her off, placing a tray of cookies on the table. "Besides I need to make a lot, Peter has an enhanced metabolism and food just disappears with Steve and Bucky."

"I still think you have enough," Natasha said, getting off her stool and moving behind you. "You have enough to feed a small army." She added, wrapping her arms around her waist.

"One more batch." You bargained, humming contently as you leaned back into her hold. "I haven't made the peanut butter ones you like."

"You're too nice for your own good." Natasha sighed, pressing her lips to your neck. You could feel your cheeks turn red and travel down your neck as she kissed your neck.

"Nat, stop." You laughed as she lingered on the sensitive spot on your neck. "The ovens on." You chided her lightly.

"You've done worse with the oven on." She reminded you, causing your face and neck to burn brighter.

"Nat!" You whined as she laughed.

"You're so easy to tease." She smirked, kissing your cheek and letting you go. "One more batch and that's it." She allowed you.

"Thank you, sweetheart." You grinned, kissing her quickly before getting back to work.

"We're back!" Bucky announced as you were pulling Natasha's batch out.

"And we brought Peter," Steve added.

"So please have your clothes on," Peter begged, causing Natasha to laugh loudly and you to flush once more.

"Peter Benjamin Parker." You scolded him. "Don't be an ass." You stuttered through your embarrassment as he and your boys entered the kitchen.

"Don't swear in front of the child." Bucky teased you, leaning down to kiss you.

"Are you okay?" You asked him, leaning back and looking his body over. "No broken bones? No blood pouring out of your body?" You checked with him.

"I'm fine, doll." He promised you, squeezing your shoulders gently.

"It was a good mission. Very little injuries." Steve said, pulling you into a hug.

"Little injuries mean someone got hurt." You pointed out. "So who was it?" You questioned, looking up at him.

Steve did not say anything but you caught Bucky looking between the blonde and your brother.

"Couch now, Steven." You said, pulling away from him. "You too, Pete." You added to your younger sibling who was happily munching away at the platefuls of cookies.

"Somebody's in trouble." Natasha sang as Peter whined and Steve slouched over to the couch.

"Eat your cookies, Nat." You shook your head. "Buck, sit down and have something to eat." You directed him.

"Yes, doll." He agreed, kissing your cheek.

"Who's the most injured?" You asked, grabbing the first aid kit and sitting on the table in front of them.

"Steve." Peter blurted out quickly.

"So you." You nodded, shifting to face your brother. "Show me." You demanded him.

Knowing better than to argue, Peter wordlessly raised his shirt showcasing a nasty looking gash.

"Are you going home to May tonight?" You asked the younger boy to distract him.

"Yeah." He breathed, gasping when you pressed an alcohol wipe to the wound. "I just wanted you to see I'm alive." He teased you.

"I am your older sibling I'm allowed to worry." You told the boy. "I'll get you to take May some cookies."

"We have plenty to spare, Pete," Natasha mentioned. "We could give you three containers and still have plenty." She added around a mouthful of cookie.

"Are you mocking me, Nat?" You asked, placing a large bandage on Peter's wound.

"Yes, she is, Y/N." Bucky dobbed. "You should punish her by giving me all the peanut butter cookies." He said before the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed through the apartment.

"No hitting." You and Steve scolded the two.

"Alright, Pete, you're all good. Go take a shower. There are clothes in the spare room." You said, patting his knee.

"Thanks, Y/N," Peter said, embracing you before moving towards the bathroom.

"Alright Steve, show me what you did." You commanded, nodding at him.

"Technically HYDRA did it," Steve said, pulling his shirt off to reveal a long cut on his arm.

"You run headfirst into trouble Steve. It's kinda your fault." Natasha told him as you began to wrap his arm.

"This looks like it's healing quickly. I don't need to stitch you up tonight." You said to him.

"What would we do without you, sweetheart?" Steve questioned, brushing hair off your face.

At the simple action, you could feel your cheeks burn red.

"I missed seeing that color." Steve chuckled, running his thumb down your cheeks. "It suits you so well, sweetheart."

"Shut up." You scoffed, ducking your head.

"We can make that color appear in other ways, can't we doll?" Bucky teased, sitting on the couch behind you and Natasha sat in front of you.

"Guys I just want you to know I can hear you," Peter yelled, causing you to sink back on the couch as your partners howled. "I don't need to hear any of this!"

"I hate all of you." You said as your partners continued to laugh. "No more cookies for Peter and no sex for the three of you." You announced.

"You love us," Bucky said, throwing an arm over your shoulders.

"Yeah, yeah I do." You admitted with a smile.

"Bucky you're not allowed to pick the movies anymore," Natasha said, pushing him onto the couch next to you.

"Why?" Bucky whined, pulling you into his lap.

"Because you pick crappy movies," Steve answered, sitting next to the two of you.

"What Rogers said." Natasha nodded, turning on her own movie. "And I'm not sitting through one of your choices again."

"Mean." Bucky pouted, resting his head in the crook of your neck. "You like my movie choices, don't you Y/N?"

"I liked it when you chose the Wizard of Oz." You smiled, running your fingers through his hair. "Just not some of your other choices."

"No-one appreciates me," Bucky whined as the movie began.

"Black Swan, Nat?" You questioned. "Didn't we already watch this one?"

"I love this movie." Natasha defended herself. "Besides it's better than Steve making us watch E.T. every other movie night."

"Bucky was right, no-one appreciates how hard it is to pick a movie," Steve said. The four of you settled back into the couch and relaxed as your movie night began.

"Alright, who wants hot chocolate?" You asked after the third movie. You stood from the couch and stretched to work out the kinks in your neck. The shirt you stole from Steve lifted with your arms, showing off your upper thighs.

"In a minute," Natasha said, gripping your waist and dragging you down onto her lap.

"Nat!" You gasped in surprise. "Give a girl a little warning."

"I like to surprise you," Natasha said, pulling you closer and pressing her face into your chest. "You're so warm."

"Tash!" You whined, body flushing as she snuggled into your chest. "Let me up, please, honey."

"I don't think so. I think I'll keep you." Natasha said, nibbling your neck. “I do love seeing this color on you.” She smirked as you turned bright red.

"Steve help me." You begged, half turning towards him.

"Just try it, Rogers," Natasha dared the blonde, standing with you still in her arms. "She's mine."

"That sounds like a challenge to me," Bucky commented, standing next to Steve. "Does that sound like a challenge to you, Stevie?"

"Yes, it does." Steve nodded. "One chance to give this up Nat. Surrender Y/N and we can end this peacefully."

"Never." Natasha denied his request. Before you could fully comprehend exactly what was happening, Natasha tightened her grip on you and began to run you through your apartment.

You were laughing as Natasha skillfully dodged both Steve and Bucky. The two men were chasing the two of you through the relatively small apartment without letting up.

"You're surrounded now, Tash," Steve said as he and Bucky backed the two of you into the corner of the kitchen.

"Give us Y/N," Bucky demanded as he and Steve advanced.

"Once again, never." She denied him. In a flurry of movements, you soon found yourself out of Natasha's arms and in Steve's.

"Victory is mine!" Steve declared, holding you close as you laughed.

"Victory is ours." Bucky corrected him, clutching Natasha close to his own chest.

"Thank you for the rescue, Stevie." You smiled, pressing your lips to his.

"Anytime sweetheart," Steve responded.

"I say we take this to the bedroom, Steve," Bucky suggested. "We can celebrate our victory and consolidate Tasha's crushing defeat."

"Fuck you, Barnes." Natasha rolled her eyes. "Though I have to say, I do like the way you celebrate."

"So do I." Steve chuckled, carrying you bridal style towards the bedroom. "What do you say, sweetheart? You want to celebrate?"

"Always." You smiled, jumping out of his arms. "Race you to the bedroom." You said before taking off, leaving your partners laughing behind you.

"You look like a kicked puppy." Peter laughed. "A kicked puppy in clothing that's too big for you."

"Don't make me send you back to May." You threatened him half-heartedly. "You love me." Peter teased as you poured yourself another glass of coffee.

Natasha, Steve, and Bucky had been out on a mission for almost two months now. You weren't allowed any contact with the three during this time, you weren't even allowed to know if they were alive or dead.

Peter had talked to May and he was staying with you for a little while they were on their mission. He'd made it his own personal mission to ensure you were taking care of yourself and not just worrying about your partners.

"Yes, I do." You said, pouring him a glass of orange juice. "You know you can go to sleep, Pete. It's three in the morning." You pointed out, handing him the glass.

"I've got school work anyway." He shrugged, gesturing to his computer.

"Whatcha working on?" You asked, sitting next to him.

"Spanish. I got a quiz tomorrow." He told you.

"I'd offer to help you, but I took French." You said, sipping your coffee.

"I should've taken French, I could've cheated off you then." Peter groaned.

"Tricher c'est mal." You smirked. "I'm gonna head to bed. Don't stay up too late." You said, pressing a kiss to his forehead."

"I won't." He promised. "Love you, Y/N."

"Love you too, Petey." You responded before walking back to your bedroom.

Contrary to what you told Peter, you weren't planning on going to sleep. You just couldn't let Peter see you right now.

You were so worried about Steve, Nat, and Bucky. They could be dead right now. You just needed a minute, needed a minute to breathe, and to control your thoughts.

It was Bucky, Steve, and Natasha. They were the best at their jobs, no-one could take them out.

Shaking your head, you turned on the T.V. and crawled into bed. It was a show Bucky was making the three of you watch, though none of you really cared for the show. You just enjoyed Bucky's reactions to the show.

You could hear Peter moving through the apartment as you began to drift off. You just needed to sleep. That's all you needed.

You were half asleep when you heard the bedroom door open.

"What's wrong, Pete?" You asked without opening your eyes. The bed dipped as someone sat next to you. It was only when the bed dipped in two other places, your eyes snapped open.

"Not Peter, doll," Steve smiled before you lunged forward. Your arms wound themselves around his neck as he pulled you taut to his body.

"You're back." You cried. "You're okay."

"We're back, med," Natasha confirmed from behind you. Pulling yourself off Steve's chest, you turned and saw both your other partners sitting there. Perfectly okay.

Quickly you threw yourself into Natasha's arms and then Bucky's. After being in Bucky's arms for a minute you pulled back and began to run your hands over his body.

"Are you okay? Are you bleeding? Is anything broken?" You checked with him as your hands roamed his body.

Bucky chuckled before grabbing your hands in his.

"If you wanted to feel me up, you just had to ask, doll." He said, kissing your knuckles as you turned red. "We're fine. No injuries, no nothing. We're all fine." He promised.

Nodding you pressed your lips to his gently.

"All three of you, shower and get changed. I'll get you something to eat." You said, standing from the bed.

"Yes ma'am." Natasha teased, quickly pulling you down for a kiss.

"Shower." You said after you both pulled apart. Before they moved into the bathroom you kissed Steve as well and moved into the kitchen.

You made the three a large plate of food and went to take it back to the bedroom. You stopped in your tracks when you saw Peter asleep on the couch. You laid the younger boy down properly and placed a blanket over him.

When you entered the bedroom, you could still hear the shower running. Despite the relatively small apartment, you were very lucky to have a large shower. You placed the plate of food on the bedside before stripping yourself of Steve’s shirt and Bucky’s boxers.

“Room for one more?” You asked, entering the bathroom.

“Always, doll.” Bucky said, pulling you into the shower. Without a word, you lathered up the sponge and gently washed the three of them down. Despite the fact they weren’t injured, they allowed you to help them.

It was your way of helping them. It was your way of knowing they were okay.

After the shower was finished the four of you moved back into the bedroom. You pulled back on your clothes from before as the others put their own on as they ate.

It was not long before the four of you were a mess of tangled limbs and fast asleep. And it was the first sleep in weeks where any of you felt safe.

While Steve, Bucky and Natasha may save the world from danger on a near weekly basis, they all agreed you saved them daily. You were there for them. You were their flustered, civilian, girl.

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before-we-get-started · 3 years

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Dream Come True

Colin Shea x O/C Corinne MacAdam

Multi-Chapter Story - Complete

Summary: Colin Shea and his band Rock the Cradle are finally making it big - until something unexpected happens. When he meets a girl that makes him reconsider his player ways, he thinks his life may be coming together, until she blows it apart.

Warning: Bad language, smut, suicidal ideations - no one under 18, please

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please do not read if you are underage. I do not own the character of Colin Shea; the rest are my original characters. By reading beyond this point, you understand the disclaimers as posted.

Chapter Five

On Monday, she woke up with a new outlook. Today she’d start a new job, something much different than working for the events management company. Serving as personal assistant to a family friend, an heiress and philanthropist, eccentric and a spinster, but a very nice woman. Cori’s mother had reminded her that her new boss, Ms. Robbins, was prone to mood swings (and forgetting things), but that she’d treat her fairly and appreciate her hard work.

On a whim on Sunday, she’d decided to color her hair. She bought a kit and gave herself light blonde highlights, lightening the chestnut brown. She looked as if she’d been out in the sun, as if maybe she had a healthy outdoor lifestyle, not like she’d been holed up feeling sorry for herself for months.

She dressed in a chocolate brown business suit with a cream blouse, a bow tied at the neck. She put on her brown pumps and some with the crème filigreed toe accent and grabbed her purse. For good luck, she put on the pearl drop earrings her parents had gotten her for her 16th birthday. She’d prepped her lunch the night before and grabbed the thermal bag from the frig, along with her travel coffee mug. She had plenty of time to make the T to the Back Bay neighborhood where Ms. Robbins lived.

As she’d finished getting ready, “Walking on Sunshine” by Katrina and the Waves had been playing on the radio. She found herself singing it softly as she left the apartment. “I’m walking on sunshine – yeah!” she sang, a little louder than she planned, as the door to 6A opened. Colin emerged in his boxers. He bent down to pick up a newspaper, then stood up and took a good look at her as she walked by.

“Mornin’ 6C,” he said with that gorgeous smile. His eyes ran over her from head to toe and she could almost feel it.

She smiled back, gazing over her shoulder as she walked by. “Mornin’ 6A. Have a good day.” She kept walking down the stairs, her optimism bubbling up. What a great way to start the day – Colin in his boxers. She smiled to herself, descending the stairs, holding on to the wooden rail. She looked up just long enough to see Colin, arms on the railing, leaning over to watch her.

“You have a good day, too,” he said, lingering as she bounced her way down and out of the building.

Ms. Robbins lived in a huge terracotta brick home on Newton Street. The house had been divided up into condos and she occupied the entire first floor. It was just her and Yaz, her Yorkie (Ms. Robbins was a lifelong Red Sox fan). Cori had been to her home twice before – once as a child for a dinner party, and once a few weeks ago for her job interview. She entered the front door and rang the bell at the door on her left, the entry to Ms. Robbins’ home.

“’S open!”

Cori entered and walked into the main living area, adorned with floral wallpaper in greens and blues. Wood three-quarter round trim stained a honey color trimmed the room and honey colored hardwoods peeked out from a solid blue area rug. There was a Steinway piano, a Victorian couch and chair and a coffee table in the room, along with built-in shelves that held items from around the world, secured during Ms. Robbins’ travels.

“It’s Cori,” she said in a singsong voice. Yaz came streaking into the room, yapping ferociously. She bent down and petted the silky hair around the blue bow tied around a small tuft on his head. He returned the gesture with little licks to her hand.

“Good morning!” Ms. Robbins had cornered the market on brocade dresses. Every time Cori had ever seen her, she was in some type of beautiful brocade. Today’s was a kelly green/ecru paisley that was beautiful against her ivory skin and auburn hair. In her mid-60’s, she was medium height and quite fit, a few lines on her porcelain skin but they weren’t too noticeable with her impeccable makeup. She was holding a number of envelopes as she entered the room.

She hugged Cori and extended her arms, getting a look at her. “Cori, you look absolutely gorgeous. I’m so excited we’ll be working together.”

Cori smiled. “I am too Ms. Robbins. I really appreciate this opportunity.”

“I’m going to keep you busy,” she said. “Now let me show you around so we can get to work.” She led Cori through a formal dining room, complete with a giant ornate wood table and chairs, into a kitchen that had obviously been recently remodeled. Tall white cabinets, a beautiful light gray granite and a white subway tile backsplash, with larger square ceramic tiles and a beautiful mosaic tile providing a pop of color behind the large stainless Bertazzoni range. The kitchen was immaculate – Cori wondered if any food had ever actually been prepared in the room.

“You can put your lunch bag here,” she said, pointing to the giant SubZero frig, “and are you a coffee drinker?”

“Yes Ma’am,” Cori said, shaking her travel mug in front of her.

“Wonderful! I have a coffee station here, there are an assortment of flavors. Lots of creamer in the frig. Help yourself,” she said, waving her arm in front of the high-end coffee maker like it was up for bids on The Price is Right.

She showed Cori the powder room and where she could store her coat and any other items she brought with her. “I want you to feel at home. Help yourself to whatever you find in the kitchen. If you can’t find something, just let me know. Mi casa, su casa,” she said with a smile.

Cori felt a surge of excitement, for the hospitality and for the unknown opportunity that lied ahead.

They made their way to the office, just off the living area with beautiful French doors in the same honey wood. The walls were done in a green wallpaper with wide green velvet stripes. The honey floors carried in and there was a large mahogany desk, built-in bookcases behind it and a high-backed leather office chair.

“This is your workspace now,” Ms. Robbins said. “You’ll find a variety of office supplies in the desk and in the cabinet on the wall. If what you need isn’t here, make a list and – well – I’ll send you out to buy it,” she smiled.

Cori laughed. “Yes ma’am,” she said with a laugh.

“And how about if you call me Amelia. ‘Ma’am’ and ‘Ms. Robbins’ make me feel old.”

“Ok Amelia,” she said. “I love that name.”

“And I love yours. My mother’s name was Corinne. I’m named after my father’s mother. Thank goodness, my mother’s mother was Agatha.” They both laughed.

“I thought we’d operate this way – this new laptop is yours. You can use it here and take it home if you ever need to work after hours. In this book (she opened a leather-bound journal), there are sections. The first will be for your schedule. I’ve written what I’d like you to do this week here,” she said, pointing at a page behind the first tab. “The second section will be for lists. I’ve written this week’s date and a list of items I need you to purchase. The third section will be for your hours. Sign in and out each day, and be sure to include any evening or weekend hours, there will eventually be some. I’ll check it on Fridays, send the hours to my accountant and he’ll transfer money to your account on Monday morning, so pay weekly. Does that work?”

“Yes,” said Cori. “That works perfectly.”

“Great. Whenever you need to go out, Gerald will be available with the car. Let’s take today to get you familiar with the house, the neighborhood and the things I’ll expect you to do. We’ll have lunch on Beacon Hill today because it’s so gorgeous out and tomorrow will be your first actual day with work.”

And so the day progressed, Ms. Robbins doing all the things she promised. After getting familiar with more of the house and where things were stored, they sat in the office and discussed her upcoming calendar and events, and the other tasks she’d expect Cori to accomplish. At 11 a.m. they walked out front where Gerald and the car were waiting. They climbed in the back and Ms. Robbins directed the driver to “run the tour route.” They wove through the streets of the neighborhood and those that bordered. She showed Cori her preferred market, florist, office supply store and other shops. Cori made notes as they went. When they’d finished the tour, the driver stopped in front of a bistro in Beacon Hill with a low brick wall that surrounded a courtyard full of outdoor tables under bright red umbrellas.

“Ms. Robbins, so good to see you. Right this way.” The host showed them to a table tucked away in the back corner of the courtyard. Almost as soon as they were seated, a server set glasses of ice water and iced tea in front of them with a little bowl of lemon wedges. The host handed Cori a menu.

“Will you be having your usual today?” the host asked.

“Yes Phillip. But please give Ms. MacAdam a minute to look.”

“Of course.” The host left the table, passing another server who set a two baskets on the table, one with fresh hot breadsticks in a linen cloth bed and the other little pats of cold butter.

Cori inhaled the smell of the fresh bread, closing her eyes.

“A carb girl, a girl after my own heart,” Ms. Robbins said, pulling out two breadsticks and handing one to Cori.

“Maybe just one,” she said, using her knife to cut off a small wedge of butter and smearing it on the breadstick. She took a bite. “Oh my gosh,” she said softly.

“I know, right?” said Ms. Robbins. “Those breadsticks are my spirit animal.” They both laughed.

Cori chose a salmon salad with a lemon vinaigrette and Ms. Robbins got her usual Salad Niçoise and they chatted away, talking about Beacon Hill, their favorite Boston eateries, Cori’s family, and eventually, Cori’s recent past.

“I saw your mother last year at a benefit and she said you had found your dream job with Spalding Events. Was it not what you had hoped?”

Cori suddenly felt panicked. Ms. Robbins obviously didn’t know what had happened to her, or that she’d been unceremoniously dumped by the love of her life when he banged her best friend the night before their wedding. Just the thought of all of it made her a little dizzy. She took a deep breath. Get it together.

“It was wonderful, but I was in an accident-“

Ms. Robbins gasped quietly and reached for her hand. “Oh dear, are you ok?”

“Yes,” said Cori. “I am now. I actually stepped off the curb and got hit by a cab.”

This time the gasp was much more audible. “My word! Cori! That’s horrifying!”

“It was,” she said softly. “I suffered some serious injuries. The folks at Spalding were kind enough to let me keep working from home once I was able. But I had to do a lot of physical therapy, I moved back in with my parents. Honestly, I just needed a fresh start.” She left out the part about Matthew and Amber.

Ms. Robbins kept her hand on Cori’s, patting it softly. “I’m so glad you’re ok. I can’t imagine what your parents must have gone through as well. Your supervisor spoke very highly of you when I called. She said they’d have you back in a minute.”

“That’s really nice of them,” she said.

“Well, don’t worry. I know events are your specialty. We’ll start out slow but eventually, you’ll be planning my events. I love to entertain and especially to raise money for my foundation. You’ll be able to put that experience to work and for lots of good causes.”

Cori felt a rush of giddiness. Her own events. She loved the sound of that. This was exactly what she needed, what she’d hoped for.

“I can’t wait,” she said with a giggle.

“Good! Now, tell me, if I keep you late or ask you to work on weekends, will I be imposing on a relationship with your significant other? I understand that you have a life.”

The smile ran away from her face. “No, no significant other.”

“Well, then we’ll have more than one goal for our events, won’t we?” she said with a smile.

They finished lunch, which was delicious, and the driver took them back to Newton Street. The rest of the day was spent getting familiar with the office, files she’d need, Ms. Robbins’ rolodex and books from some of her previous events. There were photos and agendas and a list of all the companies used for each event. She recognized lots of them from working at Spalding.

Five o’clock was here before she knew it and she grabbed her bag and headed for the T. She left her lunch bag for tomorrow. The ride home was easy and she ascended the stairs of her apartment building, headed for the sixth floor. On Saturday night during the party, her neighbors said the elevator is almost always out. She was glad it was working when her father helped her move in.

She reached her floor and stared at 6A. She wondered if Colin was home, and if so, what he was doing. Impulsively, she knocked on his door. After a bit, he answered. He was in a Patriots t-shirt and athletic shorts, barefoot, his hair spikey and messy. He looked like maybe he hadn’t been awake for very long.

“Hey! How was your first day?” he said, smiling.

“Really good,” she said. “Very good. Hey, I was thinking, maybe you could come for dinner one night this week. You can tell me about your neighborhood watch program.”

He smiled. “You’ll be a good recruit and I never turn down a free meal. So yes.”

“Great, how about Wednesday at 7?”

“I’ll be there.”

As Cori walked away, she saw a leggy blonde coming off the last step and turning towards Colin’s door. She peered over her shoulder and saw him embrace her, then they shared a long, deep kiss. She noticed his long eyelashes laying on high cheekbones when he closed his eyes for the kiss. Cori felt her knees go weak. She wished for a second she was a leggy blonde.

“You came,” he said. “Nicole, right?”

“Nina,” the blonde corrected him.

“Yeah, Nina. Come on in.” He held the door open for her, placing his hand on the small of her back as she walked in. He looked over at Cori. “Night 6C.”

“Good night,” she replied. The door clicked behind him. Cori unlocked the door and went in, spending the rest of the evening thinking about that kiss. It wouldn’t be as good as the one she got from her mystery man, but she bet it was close.

Tuesday was a normal day, learning and exploring at work, then on Wednesday, she ran to the market after getting off the train to grab a few items. She was in by 5:30, giving her some time to prep dinner. She loved to cook. She wasn’t a chef by any means but she could hold her own. She’d decided to prepare a margherita pasta with shrimp for tonight, with a salad and strawberry shortcakes for dessert. She took a quick shower, put on a little makeup, pulled her hair up in a messy bun after dressing in jeans and an emerald green cold shoulder shirt and jeans and headed for the kitchen. She chopped tomatoes, onions, garlic and basil, seared the shrimp and boiled the pasta. She tossed the romaine salad with some vinaigrette. She set the table, opened a bottle of white wine and put it in an ice bucket, filled two glasses with ice water and as she was setting them on the table, there was a knock at the door.

She glanced in the mirror next to the door – she looked as good as she could, she supposed. She unlocked the door then opened it.

“Hey,” he said. She gasped softly. He was in a cobalt blue button up shirt, black belt, jeans and boots. There was a thin silver chain around his neck, a small silver medallion resting in the valley between his defined pecs. The edge of a tattoo peeked out where the shirt was unbuttoned. His hair was styled. He handed her a small bouquet of fresh flowers. “For you.”

She smiled, a smile that lit up her whole face, and took the flowers. “They’re beautiful. Come in.” She stepped out of the way and he walked the few steps in, making the step down into her living/dining room.

“Wow, it smells amazing in here,” he said, making a show of sniffing the air. “I can’t remember the last time I ate something that wasn’t in cardboard or Styrofoam.”

“I hope you like shrimp – and pasta,” she said.

“That sounds great,” he replied.

She pulled a vase out of the cabinet, added a little water and put the flowers in, setting them in the middle of the table. “Everything is ready,” she said, extending her arm toward the table. He sat down at one of the place settings and picked up the napkin, unfolding it and placing it in his lap.

“So how was day three?” he asked.

She pulled the pan of pasta from the stove and set in on the table. “Really good,” she said.

“Tell me more.”

“I’m a personal assistant for Amelia Robbins. She’s heir to Robbins Manufacturing. She has a house over in Back Bay.”

“Wow, nice neighborhood,” he said, eyeing the pasta she was putting on his plate.

“Very nice. She lives in a huge building full of condos. Her home is the entire first floor. It’s really pretty,” she said.

“So what kind of assistant stuff are you doing?”

“I run errands, do some shopping, manage her calendar. Eventually I’ll be her event planner. She hosts a number of fundraisers for non-profits throughout the year.”

He twisted the pasta around his fork and took a bite, stopping abruptly. He spoke but the words were unintelligible with a mouthful of food.

“What?” she said laughing.

He chewed and swallowed. “I said Holy Shit, this is amazing!” He loaded another fork full and shoveled it in. “Absolutely delicious.”

She was pleased. The evening would suck if the food was bad.

“I’m glad you like it,” she said, taking her own bite. It did taste pretty good.

They talked a little more about her job and then she asked about the band.

“So, what’s the name of your band?”

“Oh, Rock the Cradle – like, Boston is the Cradle of Liberty, and we definitely rock.”

“If I wanted to hear you, where would I go?”

“Finnegan’s, O’Leary’s, Rap’s, local bars,” he said.

“Mm,” she hummed as she finished a bite of pasta. “I’m envious. I always wanted to be in a band. I took piano and played in orchestra in high school. It must be great to take the stage and play your own music.”

He sighed, smiling broadly. “It is,” he said as he put his hand over his chest. “It’s the most incredible feeling. I’m addicted.”

“I’ll bet! And I’m sure you have a pretty incredible stage presence.”

“Well, I don’t mind bragging but yeah, I can wrap an audience up, no problem.”

Cori was impressed. “Just think, when you get that record deal, you’ll already be great at performing live.”

His face dropped then. He looked down at his plate. “We took a break for a while a few months ago. There were some things I had to work through.”

“I’m sorry,” she said. “Did the break help?” She couldn’t help but wonder – guys in bands were often partiers. Did he have a drinking problem? Drugs? He didn’t seem the type, but you never knew what someone else was going through. She stirred the fork around in her plate. “If you guys are that good, I’m sure you’ll get another chance.”

He looked up at her and smiled sheepishly, like a little boy. “It gave me some time to think, and yeah, exactly. I tell the guys that all the time.” He didn’t sound like he believed it.

She smiled, feeling sad for him. He was obviously incredibly disappointed. That sweet smile was gone and she found herself wanting to give him a hug. “Probably get a better record deal next time anyway.”

He smiled. “Exactly. That’s what I told the guys. Everything happens for a reason.” He pulled the fork across his plate, scraping up the last possible bite.

She smiled, happy he liked it so much. “Dessert?” she said sweetly.

His face suddenly shifted and through hooded blue eyes, he smirked and purred, “I never turn down dessert.”

Cori felt the heat flush her cheeks. “Sorry to disappoint you, just strawberry shortcake.”

He laughed. “Ok, I’ll settle for that.”

He picked up the plates from the table and took them to the sink while she pulled the sponge cake, strawberries and whipped cream from the frig. She pulled two ramekins from the cabinet and with a knife, cut circles of cake to fit in the little cups. Colin stood next to her at the counter, peering over her shoulder.

“That looks so good,” he said, reaching over and sticking his finger in the whipped cream. She pulled the bowl away from him.

“Patience,” she laughed. “Go sit.”

He strode to the couch, dropping himself against the throw pillows.

Cori thought about how comfortable all of this was. Dinner together, easy banter, affectionate looks. Everything she thought she’d have by now, with Matthew.

She stared down at her hands and sighed. Colin was sweet and dangerously sexy, but he was just another Matthew. Having a variety of girls was his trademark. Besides, she wasn’t even in the league with the other girls she’d seen at his place.

She shook her head to clear the thought and grabbed two spoons, carrying their desserts to the couch.

Colin admired the sweet treat as she handed it to him. “You’re one incredible cook,” he said, dipping his spoon in and snagging a little of each layer. He hummed as he enjoyed the first bite. “Man, I could get used to this,” he said, smiling at her.

“Well, stay on my good side and I’ll fatten you up.”

He laughed. “Hey, the body is part of the show. But I’ll take my chances.”

They finished and she took their cups. She was so enjoying his company, she spoke before she could think about it. “So, I was thinking, if you want, maybe we could watch a movie or play a game or something.”

Colin glanced at his watch and made a face, then bounced off the couch up the step to the front door and peered through the peephole. “Shit.”

“Everything ok?”

He stepped down from the door. “Can I take a raincheck? I need to get out of here.”

She hoped the disappointment that washed over her didn’t show. “Of course,” she said.

“Great. You’re the best. Thanks – for the best meal I’ve had in a long time.” He reached for her to pull her into a hug and as he touched her arm, they both felt as if lightning shot through them.

Colin jumped back. “Damn, what the hell?”

She wrapped her arms around herself. “I don’t know. The two of us together are dangerous,” she said with a smile.

He grinned and looked a little sad. “I’ve gotta go. Thanks again.” He unlocked the locks on the door and left, pulling it closed behind him.

She was a little dazed, lightheaded even after the moment. She hadn’t noticed any static electricity anywhere else. That was an enormous charge. She stepped up to the door and peered through the peephole. Her heart dropped. Colin’s back was to her and he was wrapped around another leggy blonde. Her arms were wrapped around his neck and her tongue was down his throat. He turned them around, never breaking the kiss, fumbled with the doorknob and opened the door, pulling her inside. The door closed.

She was right. Not even close to being in his league. She stepped down into the kitchen to clean up.

Monday morning’s alarm rang and she trudged through her normal routine. As she unlocked her door to leave, she heard voices in the hallway.

“I can’t. Look, I would if I could but I’ve got something else going on.”

“Colin, you always do this. I want to go on a date. A real date. You know I only want to be with you.” The voice was female.

She slowly opened the door, embarrassed to intrude on their conversation, but she had to go to work. She slowly stepped out, the conversation continuing.

“I appreciate that,” he purred, running his hands down her bare arms. She had raven hair that was pulled into a ponytail, tight yoga pants and a spandex workout top, her curves on display. “But there’s so much going on with the band, I just don’t have the time right now. You know I like you Brittany –“

“Brianna,” she corrected him.

He smiled that megawatt smile. “Yeah, Brianna.” He fidgeted a little as if trying to come up with what to say next.

Cori suddenly felt brave and started around the bannister. “Hey Colin,” she purred, smiling at him. “Tonight’s still date night, right?” She winked at him and kept walking, saying “See you at 7,” as she made her way down the stairs. She could still hear their conversation.

“You’re dating someone else! You said you weren’t!” Brianna was angry.

“No, she was just kidding,” Colin pleaded. “I’m not dating anyone. But my door is always open for you Brianna,” he said in the sexy low voice.

“As if,” she sniffed. “Goodbye Colin.” Cori could hear her stomping down the stairs above her. She stifled a laugh.

The week was going by quickly. Cori had joined her parents for dinner at one of their favorite spots and had just gotten home for the evening.

“I must’ve pissed you off pretty good, eating and running the other night.” Colin had opened his door and stood in the doorframe as she walked past.

“What do you mean?” she said with a smile.

“I mean telling that girl it was date night,” he said. She looked at him and there was a grin where she thought there might be anger.

“Hey, I was just doing you a favor. She left, didn’t she?”

“She sure did,” he laughed. “I’m sorry about the other night. I just wanted to say I’m sorry. That was a shitty thing to do. You took the time to cook for me, I could’ve at least stayed and helped clean up.”

“Not a big deal,” she said, unlocking the door. She smiled at him, a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. This was all they’d ever have, this banter back and forth, neighbors. She knew how big her crush was every time she saw him with another girl. Why was she attracted to guys she couldn’t have?

“You know,” he said, coming around the bannister towards her, “we could pick it up tonight, maybe watch a movie?”

She hesitated before answering. She had the luxury of the day off tomorrow, a three-day weekend. Ms. Robbins was going out of town and told her to take a break. She had turned the alarm off on her phone the moment she got the news, a Friday to sleep in. She took a deep breath and turned to look at him. “Sure.”

“Great!” he said and when she opened the door, she could feel him behind her he was so close. His woody, musky scent filled her nose. She felt something wash over, something she hadn’t felt for such a long time, a longing. She thought about the girls she’d seen wrapped around him, kissing him.

She’d never wished so badly she was someone else before. Would she ever be comfortable in her own skin, and not so desperate for her sexy neighbor?

As he walked past her into the living room, he ran his hand above her waist and once again, a shock went through them both that nearly knocked them off of their feet. Colin stumbled forward, catching himself on the sofa, Cori bracing against the kitchen counter.

“What the hell is up with your apartment?” he asked, rubbing his hand. “You need to have the super check your power. Something is definitely up.”

She caught her breath. “Maybe that’s my built-in ‘hands off’ alarm,” she said with a smile. “Wouldn’t want to get caught in a trap like those other girls and get all disappointed.” She’d tried saying it as a joke but her voice sounded sad.

“Look, I’m always honest with anyone I’m with. I don’t want anything long term. I like girls, I’m like any other guy. I just don’t have the desire to be with anyone for very long. I tried that once and it didn’t work. I’m not making that mistake again.”

“Must’ve gotten your heart broken pretty badly,” she said, trying to hide the sadness from her own failure.

“Against my better judgment I got involved with someone I thought might be the one. I was wrong. We wanted different things. Brought me right back to plan A,’ he said, bending down to look at DVDs on her shelf. “Besides, when the band takes off and we hit the road, the last thing I want is to leave someone behind and not be able to enjoy myself.”

“Well, I’ll give you that. At least you’re honest. And you’re not playing the field while you’ve got a fiancée on the string.” Her voice trailed off and she looked down, pissed at the tears that were burning at her eyes.

He stood up, a concerned look on his face. “Did that happen to you?” he said softly.

“Yes,” she said, barely audible.

“I’m sorry,” he said, really meaning it. “That sucks.”

“It does. And with my best friend, no less.”

“Ouch.”

She looked at him, willing the tears away that were rimming her eyes. “Pretty much almost ended my life, at least it felt like it. All of this, the apartment, the job, it’s just me trying to get a fresh start. It’s like I don’t know where I belong.”

He gave her that adorable half smile. “You seem like a great girl Cori. I’m sure there’s someone out there for you. And if you need someone to get you back in the saddle, I’m always available for a ride,” he smiled.

Her face broke into a smile. “That’s THE worst pick up line EVER!” she laughed and he laughed too.

“Yeah, that was bad even for me,” he said, running his hand through his spikey hair to the back of his neck, letting it linger there. Every move he made turned her on. This was torture.

“Ok,” he said, desperate to change the subject and spinning towards the TV. “I suggest a comedy, nothing too heavy tonight.”

“Agree!” She pulled two bottles of beer from the frig and threw a bag of popcorn into the microwave. When it was done, she joined him and they started the movie. There was no conversation, just laughter. He’d made himself at home on the couch with his feet on the coffee table. She tucked her legs up under her in the chair. She’d made a friend. That was the takeaway. It wasn’t sad, it was happy.

When the movie ended, he cleaned up the beer bottles and popcorn and headed for the door. “This was great, I hope we can do it again.”

“Me too,” she said with a smile.

“Hey, what are you doing Saturday night?”

She wished she had a fabulous night planned, but the truth was it would be her, her jammies, some wine and a good book. “Nothing really,” she said.

“Great! Come down to Rap’s. The band is playing at 8. It’s just down the street.”

“I know it, Rapscallion’s, right?”

“Yeah, it’s going to be a big weekend for us. We’re playing a festival Saturday afternoon and at Rap’s on Saturday night.”

“Wow, that’s awesome. I’m glad you’re back on track.”

“Yeah, it feels good,” he said. “So you’ll be there Saturday?”

She didn’t hesitate. “Yes, I’ll be there.”

He clapped his hands together. “Awesome.” He stepped up to the door, gave her a wave and left.

Cori suddenly felt deflated. The biggest player on the planet just spent the evening with her and didn’t even try to make a move on her. Of course she’d been an idiot and acted uninterested. But she should be uninterested, she’d been down this road before.

Saturday would be fun. She’d get a friend to go with her. Who knows, maybe she’d meet someone more in her league.

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the middle piece // ph

warning; just tooth rotting fluff(:

summary; you know pope’s your soulmate before he does

word count; 2.7k+

you committed the sight to memory. you had a snapshot of the cursive lettering stored in the forefront of your mind. the way it twisted around the bend of your finger was a sight you’d never get tired of.

the day you woke up with the fancy lettering on your ring finger changed your life in more ways than one. you knew who it belonged without even having to think about it. it was clear as day that the boy who lived on the opposite side of the island was the one the universe had chosen for you.

your eighteenth birthday was a few months before pope’s, so you knew you’d have to wait a few months before he’d realize you were his soulmate. you didn’t mind waiting a few months, given that you’d already waited eighteen years.

you weren’t always fond of the idea of soulmates marks. you wanted to fall in love with someone naturally, not because your family name was etched into their skin. you wanted somebody to want to be with you, not feel like they’d been forced into a reality they didn’t ask for.

you smiled when you saw ‘heyward’ written across your finger. you had spent the last year going through the different possibilities of what would happen when you woke up on your eighteenth birthday. there was no guarantee you’d even know the person. you had no way of knowing if they were even on the island with you, which made the search for soulmates that much trickier.

somehow, you just knew that pope was the one for you. you’d always thought he was cute, despite the rivalry between both sides of the island that had been drilled into your skull at a young age. he was caring and kind, and nothing like any of the boys you went to school with.

sure, you were a kook, but you were the furthest from the kook stereotype as you could possibly be. you didn’t hang out with pogues much, but you had a job, and you broke up any fights between kooks and pogues that you stumbled across.

your parents opened the bakery before you were born. it was a small bakery, near the edge of figure eight, close to pogue territory. everyone on the island knew about the small family owned business, and in return, knew you. it was a blessing and a curse, but you enjoyed it more often than not.

you spent a lot of your free time in the small bakery, making coffee and grabbing pastries for customers that dropped by on their way to work or school, sometimes getting the occasional touron.

you were familiar with the core group of pogues. they stopped by the bakery when they dug up enough money to snag a couple of pastries. sometimes kiara bought them all hot chocolate on days where the temperature dropped below 70. so when the walked in this morning, bright smiles on their faces, you weren’t so surprised.

you had gotten used to moving in a way where your left hand was somewhat hidden. you started wearing rings to cover up the name that was easily recognizable to everyone on the island, and only used your right hand to type into the register.

“y/n!” you smiled brightly at jj when he threw his arms in the air, a knowing look on his face as he leaned halfway over the countertop.

“i’m not slipping you a bagel, jj.” he scoffed at you, feigning offense at your accusation.

“how dare you suggest that i would try to con you into a free bagel. i would never trick you, y/l/n.” you rolled your eyes, but kept your bright smile.

“i just don’t believe you, jj, but i’d be happy to get you guys anything you need.” kie pushed jj to the side softly so she could lean over the counter top, pressing her cheek against yours while pursing her lips slightly.

“hi babes. got any cake pops left?” you clicked your tongue in thought, looking in the display case before humming softly to yourself.

you ran out of cake pops before lunch rush, just about every day. kie always came in asking for one, despite her speculation that you’d be out of them before she had even woken up in the morning. she preferred the birthday cake ones, but she’d take just about any of them if you had any.

you held up a finger, jogging into the back to check if there were any more. you scoured the shelves before smiling brightly and slipping out a pack of bright pink frosted cake pops. kie jumped happily when she saw you walking out with a box, a bright smile spread across her face at the sight.

you laughed gently in her direction, setting the box down before filling the display case with the remaining cake pops. you took the last one and slipped it into a paper bag before rolling it and sliding it across the counter towards kie.

“caramel coffee with a chocolate chip muffin?” john b’s teeth peeked out through his wide smile when he started nodding, excitement filling him at the thought of getting his usual.

“i want a cake pop.” jj frowned at you, but you just clicked her tongue in response, an amused expression staring back at him.

“only if you’re good for it, maybank.” you watched him shove his hand in his pocket, rummaging through the mess of it before he pulled out a crumpled five dollar bill.

“good ol’ abe here to save the day, am i right?” you rolled your eyes but pulled out another cake pop, following by john b’s muffin.

you put them in separate bags, handing them to the boys over the glass of the display case before turning to pope with a soft smile. you stood on your toes to give you an extra inch as you peered over the top of the case, quirking an eyebrow up in curiosity.

“lemon or marble?” he laughed gently, poking his tongue into the side of his cheek as he thought.

pope heyward was definitely easy on the eyes. a smile that sometimes shined brighter than the sun in the sky, and sometimes so gentle you were sure you’d melt in your place. he stood taller than you, but the distance that the counter created made you somewhat eye level with him as he lost himself in thought.

you subconsciously hid your hand away from the group, knowing that they all knew you were 18 at this point. a few of them were too, but you didn’t want to find yourself in the soulmate conversation with a group of people you’d have trouble lying to.

the only person that knew what name was etched into your skin was sarah, seeing as she demanded to see your hand on the morning of your birthday. hers came quickly afterwards, and the name ‘routledge’ had never sounded so sweet to her.

she had been so excited to find out what name she’d get, regardless of the fact that she knew it was going to belong to her boyfriend of over a year. he’d gotten her name etched into his skin just a few months before, and he didn’t have a doubt in his mind that she’d get his on her birthday.

“lemon.” you nodded, tearing yourself out of your bubble of thought and reached for the slice of poundcake.

you reached for the middle, remembering the day that pope had explained to you that the center of the pound cake had always been his favorite. you had no idea that the placement of a middle piece meant so much to a person until he’d explained it to you, but you never forgot it.

“you’re skipping like four pieces.” jj’s pulled together in confusion, mumbling around the bite of cake in his mouth.

“pope likes the middle piece.” you shrugged happily before handing the boy his bag, smiling at the feeling of his fingers sliding across yours gently.

“doesn’t every middle piece taste the same?” jj asked again, now turning to pope who was now the one in question.

he shrugged gently, mumbling something about it being the last part to dry out, which sent jj and him into a short argument about if it actually made a difference. kie watched you run your left hand through your hair while you punched something into the register with your right hand.

“i’ll pay for it all.” she mumbled to you, trying to be discrete about her hijacking the bill while her friends argued in the middle of the semi empty bakery.

you smiled and nodded at her, finishing the order before you started making john b’s coffee. you laughed gently to yourself when you heard bits and pieces of the argument that had slightly shifted gears into muffins vs. cupcakes.

when you handed the paper cup to the tallest boy, he thanked you gently before diving back in to defend muffins against jj who was bashing them for being ‘a healthier and grosser cupcake’.

your eyes found pope, who was looking between the two of his friends with a slightly annoyed expression. his eyes found yours for a moment, before he smiled gently. you ignored the heat in your cheeks and turned back to kiara, who was leaning onto the counter and smirking at you.

your eyebrows pulled together and she reached arms out, pulling you into a hug before bringing her lips close to your ear.

“the rings are a good cover up, but it’s not hard to piece the puzzle together. his birthday’s only a few days away.” you rolled your eyes, knowing that the three boys were now all staring at the two of you.

“i know.” you spoke gently, smiling at kie when she pulled back from you.

“let’s go, boys. the ocean waits for no one.” kie pushed jj and john b towards the door, leaving pope a few feet behind.

“thanks for the,” pope held up the bag that had a slice of cake in it, flashing you a gentle smile that you returned along with a slight nod.

“anytime.” he nodded gently, looking at the door when the bell above it rang. the pogues all stood at the door, sending him a questioning glance to which he bowed his head and looked back at you for a second. “i’ll see you.”

when pope woke up a few days later, he thought he had been dreaming. he didn’t think the name on his finger would ever match up with the cute girl from the bakery that lived on figure eight. there was no way that the nicest kook on the island, next to his best friend, was actually his soulmate.

you would’ve told him, right? you’d seen him too many times to count since your eighteenth birthday. there’s no way you’d keep something like this from him. who does that? nobody keeps quiet about who their soulmate is.

truth be told, pope was scared. he was scared that he was mistaking things, and if he showed up to the bakery, he’d find a different name etched into your skin, and that he’d embarrass himself. he was scared he was getting the wrong idea. surely there were people with the same name as you.

there was always a possibility for that, but there was no way for him to know if he didn’t try.

when sarah told him that you were out surfing, he could’ve sworn his heart stopped. he couldn’t find a flaw in you, no matter how hard you tried. he figured he’d stumble into the small bakery and shove his finger in your face, and that’d be that. it was a simple exchange if he didn’t think too much about it.

but there was no way pope could stop himself from over thinking it. the whole way to the beach he thought about all the ways this could go wrong. the nice, cute, bakery working kook that remembered his craving for the middle piece of poundcake. the girl that remembered his internal battle between lemon or marble poundcake every time he walked into the bakery.

the girl that smiled brighter than the north star on the darkest night of the year. the one that gave him a ride home one day when he got stuck in the rain, telling him repeatedly to not worry about getting her seats wet. the girl that he spent too much time thinking about.

when he got to the beach, you were walking out of the water, board tucked under your arm and a light smile on your face while you shoved your friend walking beside you.

your eyes found pope’s across the sand and you told your friend you’d be back, handing her your board while you walked through the sand to meet pope. you saw the nerves in his features and the way he stood, shifting weight between his feet as he thought of an opening line.

“happy birthday.” you offered, breaking through the silence with a smile and a light conversation starter.

“thanks.” he smiled, letting the warmth spread through his chest upon seeing your bright eyes paired with a smile that was destined to rip his heart out. “i uh,” he stumbled over his words, uncertainty suffocating him just as it had been since he woke up this morning.

“let me see it.” you held out your hand, eyes fixed on his own hand that was twitching by his side slightly. he moved it hesitantly, placing it the palm of your own before you spread his fingers and looked at the lettering.

“it’s not a trick, is it?” your eyebrows pulled together, confusion encasing you as your feet dug into the soft sand below you.

“i don’t know how the universe works, pope, but if you’re being tricked then i guess i am too.” you slid the ring off of your finger that hid the first part of his name and held your hand out.

you were noticeably steadier than pope was. granted, you’d had months to process this information while pope had only been given a few short hours. it was a big deal, there was no doubt about that, but neither of you were upset with this information. a piece of pope had always hoped it was you, even if he didn’t always realize that. your heart made room for pope a long time ago, and you were just waiting for him to take advantage of it.

“so it’s real then?” you nodded gently, watching pope run a finger across the name on your skin. it was taking him a while to process this.

“as real as it’ll ever be.” he nodded slowly, looking away from your finger and back up at you.

“and you don’t care that i-” he bit the inside of his cheek, his nerves spiking at the words that sat on his tongue.

“if you’re going to ask if i care that we live on different sides of the island, then the answer is no. i don’t care where you come from, pope. i don’t care about this classist mass of land in the middle of the ocean. i don’t care about how big your house is, or which high school you go to.”

pope’s smile was growing as he listened to you. his heard was thumping in his chest, but he wouldn’t admit that to you. you didn’t need to know how fast his mind was racing, or how the world around you seemed to fade away as he watched you list the things that didn’t matter to you, as opposed to the things that did.

pope never thought you could fall in love with somebody that you barely know. in all reality, there were so many things that pope didn’t know about you. he knew you worked in a bakery, and that you lived on figure eight. he knew that you had a great memory and that his name was on your skin for eternity, but there were so many unanswered questions.

he wanted every answer to every question.

"can i take you on a date?” you nodded, your smile stretching until it reached your eyes.

“i would love to that.” pope nodded, a giddiness filling his chest at the sight of you smiling wide and bright at him. “as long as it’s not in the bakery.”

pope laughed then, nodding excitedly before wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. he felt himself relax before pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead.

“i promise it won’t be in the bakery.”

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