#i want to tease the puddle of love as he's in my arms so badly can u feel it

[alienaiver]

kuroo's cat ends up liking you a lot more than it likes him and he's in total distress. on one hand it makes his heart squeeze fondly upon seeing you both all cuddled up in his bed together but on the other hand? now neither his significant other NOR his cat wants to cuddle with him? how atrocious

which is obviously just him being dramatic as you both still adore cuddling with him - so you invite the pouty baby of a man into your arms and as you give him a kiss on his forehead, promise him that he can always third-wheel the two of you. he forgives you easily for your betrayal solely because your laugh makes him so stupidly lovestruck and weak.

[gemma-collins-ily]

Hi, sorry to bother you but could I request a possessive/jealous kaz x female reader please? If you do it and it's not a bother please tag me in it

Keep You Smiling

Kaz Brekker X Reader

a/n - ooh, bit of angst, bit of fluff! Not sure yet if this will be headcanons or not!

Warnings: jealousy, flirting and generally horrible people I guess.

Tagged: @mrs-brekker15 @melody13522

The Bastard of the Barrel had lost everything he ever owned and built up an empire from the ashes.

The only thing he had was you and the Crows.

He may have acted as though he detested them but he did truly care for them. He just had an extraordinarily disconnected way of showing it and little to no tolerance of Jesper's antics.

So naturally, when you got together, he was especially overprotective and possessive. It was partly to make up for the lack of physical touch in your relationship, to show he did truly care and mainly because he couldn't help it.

Kaz often found himself surprised at the urge to bring you close and wrap an arm around your waist when he was jealous. He wasn't sure if it was because he wanted to gloat that you were his without saying it, if he felt the need to protect you or to just have a reason. A reason to touch.

Because, the truth was, Kaz always had the desire to pull you into his side or reach out to you. However, he would never give in to those thoughts.

Because he couldn't give you false hope.

Hope for a future in which he could be normal. Take your hand without shuddering, care for you with touch naturally and cup your cheek without being repulsed.

He wanted to connect: the only thing was, Kaz was so certain he would flinch and compare you to that of his past.

He was also so stiff - he didn't flirt and if he attempted to it ended quite badly for both parties involved.

Subsequently, when Kaz saw someone else flirt with you and do something he knew he couldn't, he would step in.

Unless it was Jesper. Because the root of his jealousy came from distrust, not of you, but of the person you were having a conversation with.

And he did trust Jesper. Plus the sharpshooter knew he shouldn't mess with you, even if he didn't, he would never. The reason he wouldn't was that you were the one for Kaz and Jesper had the opinion that Kaz deserved you after all he'd been through.

Inej and Nina also shared that very strong opinion and if someone disagreed, they would probably attack them brutally.

And it was a very real possibility they would collectively murder them brutally too.

They saw the way he looked at you, even before you were together and they identified it as the same look Matthias gave Nina or Jesper gave Wylan.

It was love.

Kaz's eyes always held such adoration and wonder when he saw you. The adoration, simply because you put up with his moods or rages, you barely shed a tear when he took his lashed out at you.

In fact, you stood up for yourself. Made him realise he was in the wrong.

The wonder was because you were so innocent, sometimes child-like and it wasn't just a show. He remembered when he had been bewildered and slightly concerned for your mental well-being several times.

His lips lifted just thinking of it.

Kaz came downstairs to see what the cacophony of noise and giggles was about. He stopped his descent on the stairs after he saw you and Nina pulling on wellies at the bottom.

"You know one fantastic thing about fuzzy socks?"

Jesper shook his head and asked you what you meant with a twinkle in his eyes.

"You can slide along floors with them!"

Halfway through your sentence, you had erupted into laughter again and by the end, you were almost rolling around on the floor. It was as though you had told the funniest joke known to man and the others joined in, seeing you with such mirth lifting their spirits further.

You rotated on your heel as you stood to see him standing, seemingly completely unsure of if you were mad. You giggled again.

"Where are you going?"

"Outside, duh."

"It's raining and freezing, don't be so idiotic." He was trying to keep the concern out of his voice and act as though he couldn't care less what you did.

"Uh huh, sure, but I won't be cold if..."

You trailed off as you made grabby hands at his coat and he sighed deeply. He removed it and tossed it your way, making sure to hit you slightly in the arm with it, where he knew it wouldn't really hurt.

The others gaped in confusion but you only skipped through the door, into the rain outside.

Wylan was the first to get over his shock and smiled at Kaz. In return he received a scowl but he knew it was better than an emotionless expression. It meant he was having to repress a grin, or smirk at least.

The Crows followed you out of the door, while Jesper had to be dragged along by his boyfriend, who was mumbling about how overdramatic the sharpshooter could be.

A minute later, he looked outside to see you jumping in puddles and having splash fights, running your fingertips through the water and flicking them towards others.

Kaz opened the door and stuck his head out into the rain.

"(Y/N)," he yelled and carried on when he had your attention, "Pop the coat collar up, would you? If you're going to be stupid, try not to catch a cold!"

You smiled at his concealed concern and saluted, shouting a quick, "Will do! Sir, yes Sir!" just as an army soldier would.

He ducked inside and leant against the wall as he felt his lips quirking upwards. The door blew shut with the wind and he returned to the window to observe the blissful, innocent joy that looked so beautiful painted on your features.

An example of one of the times he would invite himself to the conversation, happened as you chatted away with the bartender of the evening.

She was pretty and multitasking, cleaning glasses as she talked with you, slipping in small compliments here and there.

The thing was, you were completely oblivious to when others would throw a flirtatious remark your way. You never even thought they were doing anything except being friendly.

Kaz had realised this in the past after he had observed you deflect compliments for your eyes, smile and hair, returning the admiration.

You only wanted to make the gloomy citizens of Ketterdam have brighter days by making them feel good about themselves and you weren't trying to flirt back - only be kind.

Kaz noticed the sparkle in the girl's eyes, the slight malicious glint that revealed her intentions. He stood, grunting as he took his first step after sitting for so long and marched over.

He then took things into his own hands. He greeted her in a clearly false tone, one that mirrored how close he was to snapping. The server gulped and he smirked as she looked down.

"Hiya Kaz, we were just having a nice talk. Did you know, she thinks my hair is lovely long?"

Once more, you were not trying to flatter yourself, only telling him of what had been said.

The woman almost lurched over the bar counter to get you to hush but he had heard enough.

"Oh did she now?"

He moved his burning stare to the woman and said tauntingly, "I do agree, that my girlfriend's hair is, in fact, stunning. Now, why don't you go and serve that pigeon that looks so inviting waiting for his drink."

She opened her mouth and his voice didn't even try to cloak his loathing of her as he snarled.

"Go and do what you were paid to do."

She scurried off and your face dropped. He had been trying to be polite, knowing you had no clue of her pursuance of you. Now you had recognised the poisonous animosity in his speech, you realised she had only wanted to have a quick fling.

Kaz noticed how your shoulders slumped and the prickling of guilt started to poke at his heart. He nudged your foot with his cane and you looked up to him, your eyes swimming with unshed tears.

He walked up the stairs to his office and once you had entered behind him, he closed the door gently.

"I thought she just wanted to be friends."

You were so upset because you yearned to have someone other than the Crows, who wasn't just trying to get in your pants, to strike up a conversation with.

"I know love. One day you'll find someone who will adore you as a friend."

Your gaze was still cast downward and it was obvious you did not believe him.

"Hey, hey, look at me. Jesper loves being your friend, so do Inej and Nina. If they exist, others like them must too."

He was making sure to lock eyes with you, letting you know he was absolutely sincere and you nodded, wiped your tears and squared your shoulders.

"There she is." he said gently.

Then suddenly, you remembered how he had shifted a little before you downstairs. Maybe it was to protect you or maybe, just maybe, he had been jealous. You laughed at the thought.

"What?"

"Were you... Jealous?"

He stuttered through his next unintelligible phrase then said in return, "Who wouldn't want to keep you to themselves?"

You flushed and he smiled.

"I'm glad you're giggling again."

He was teasing you, however there was an underlying note of sincerity lining his words.

He would keep protecting you and he would keep you smiling.

[shakespearesdrugdealer]

Calling JJK characters nicknames- A headcanon list

Warnings: Mostly fluff and a bit of crack?

This is how I think these babies would react when you use terms of endearment like babe, honey, or love with them; you know the vibe.

Part 2 with Yuji, Sukuna, Nanami, Maki and Yuta :)

Enjoy!

Gojo

Honestly, he just flipped a reverse Uno on you and started calling you names that got you flustered on a daily; you had to tell him to stop. “Why, love? You started this whole business,” he said, pulling you closer as you attempted to get into an argument with him. “Yeah, but now, you’re making it hard to pay attention to anything you say after you attach all these names to me,” you blurt out all too quickly because you really didn’t want to admit to the hold his name-calling was having on you.

“well, I like it a little too much now,” he smiled. "So it’s out of my hands now." You soon found yourself being the guinea pig of all these new, bizarre names after he used up the classic ones like ‘love’, ‘angel’ and what not.

Some of them genuinely confuse you. Are they even nicknames or are they insults? Because what the hell does ‘my little panda’ even mean??

He uses names that make fun of your height too and you got into a proper physical fight as you tried to punch him in the throat.

You’ll never tell either but these names only make you feel more special and you realize how he really, truly has your heart in his palms and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Megumi (okay this one turned into a tiny scenario imagine).

This boy did such a violent double take when he heard you call him babe.

It just happened casually when you guys were in the kitchen and trying to put a meal together before settling together for a movie.

You casually asked for the salt for the pasta that was cooking, “Hey babe could you pass me the salt please?” For a good second, he didn’t even register that you were talking to him and when he did, he couldn’t stop the red that was spreading to his cheeks. “S-sure,” he avoided looking at you as he slid the whole spice box to you, not able to think straight.

I guess you knew what you did because you guys watch the movie cuddled a little closer than you usually do and he kissed you a little too firmly before going to bed that night.

He didn’t want to show how badly it affected him but he almost audibly whimpered the second time you called tried and called him ‘my love’. “You okay?” you asked, smiling at his obvious embarrassed state. “Yeah,” he muttered. “You just keep throwing me off when you call me that.”

“Call you what?” you wanted to play and he wanted to run.

“That name,” he refuses to look at you and you found it to be the cutest thing.

“I’m gonna need to tell me what name you’re talking about baby.” You scoot closer to him, snaking your arms around his neck, adoring how his shoulders relaxed and his face flushed a bit more as if he didn’t know if you were his comfort or everything he should be afraid of.

“See…see, those ones,” he pointed out, finding a new interest in the patterns of the throw pillow next to him.

“Okay, say the name, and I’ll be on the same page as you,” you teased, almost feeling bad for how easy it was to get him to melt into a puddle of stammers and cuteness.

“Uhm, my love,” he muttered so quickly and silently, facing away from you, that it came out as gibberish. You let out a laugh, wanting to poke at the game a bit more.

“Oh my- okay,” you giggled, brushing his cheek with your palm to make him look at you. He smiled in defeat, knowing how much fun you were having with this. “Say it again, a little bit slower,” you said. “And this time, pretty boy,” you set your hands into his hair shifting onto his lap, “say it loud enough for me to hear.”

“Okayyy,” he said confused, flustered, and humored all at once. He wrapped his arms around your waist and settled his head into the hollow of your throat, tickling you.

“I think I like it a little too much, those names,” he confessed. And that was all it took for you to soften and hug his head tighter into your chest. “I like them too, love.”

Eventually, he got comfortable with them and he would still blush a bit when you tried new ones, and obviously, there were those that just didn’t work.

He would just raise his eyes brows and shake his head a bit, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment to let you know that one was a no-no.

You would make a mental note of those names and later just use them to annoy him when he was getting on your nerves because that was the kind of girlfriend you were and he was so deep in love with you oh my good lord in heaven.

(Lol this one’s much longer. Can you tell I have a special spot for Megumi or do I need to say more?)

Nobara

She never knew how fond she would be of calling each other cute names until you tried it one morning when she got out of bed all groggy, wearing her oversized t-shirt, looking like the human version of a koala bear.

A “Good morning, sunshine” from you is all it took to awake something in her that you couldn’t defeat because the next thing you knew, she was calling you babe in casual conversations during dinner and calling you darling over your phone calls.

She obviously noticed how it got you stammering over your replies or got you all doe-eyed in front of her when she said those names. And that just made her do it more.

She now has you saved as ‘love of my life’ on her phone and couldn’t be prouder to see your name flash on your phone with the cutest emojis next to it when you call her.

Also bullies you by the same names when you are annoying so you’re confused on whether you want to tackle her to the ground or kiss her senseless.

Inumaki (I love him so much wtf)

Okay, this soft boi probably was left more speechless than he is already limited to.

You just wanted to let him know that you are comfortable enough in your relationship now to call him such names. So, you ask, “So, uhm, can I call you babe or love, if that’s okay?”

I don’t know if you have ever heard him trying to convey excitement, shyness and nervousness at once, in one word; but he just keeps quiet, takes a good long look at you as you see his eyes soften and his eyebrows raise a bit as he quietly mutters, “Salmon.”

“It’s okay?”

“Salmon,” he clears his throat, trying to hide how deeper he has fallen in love with you just now.

He tries to reciprocate the nicknaming by leaving sticky notes on your dresser and at random spots on the refrigerator and bathroom mirror with the cutest messages like “Hope your mission goes well my love!” and “Let me know if Gojo is being annoying again, I’ll deal with it for you. Love you babe.”

Ended up making you cry after writing a letter to you to tell you how pretty you looked on a particular day and ended it with, "You are my angel."

He’s just glad you guys speak the same language even though he can’t say much.

A/N: Okayy, I’m probably gonna stop here for now cause the post is getting a little too long. Probably will make a part 2 for the other characters too <3

[your-nerd-is-showing]

I should have just made a damn fanfic of this Headcannon it's long enough! Lmao.

Enjoy

Satoru X Reader: Losing Virginity

Credit to artist on Twitter

~ Can you say cocky mother fucker?

~ Dating Satoru you have already done everything but have sex and damnit he is more than ready to have sex with you!

~ He made you go on birth control because he plans on being very sexually active with you.

~ Plus he HATES condoms.

~ The two of you have been dating for a while now and he has been bugging you to have sex all the time.

~ You finally give in and say yes.

~ You're pretty sure Satoru has told almost everyone that you finally said yes to having sex with him.

~ Tonight is going to be amazing so be prepared for a long night of wild sex.

~ Even though he hasn’t had sex you best believe he knows what he is doing.

~ Being ‘The Worlds Strongest Sorcerer' he has amazing stamina.

~ He is convinced he will be able to last for a long time and fuck you into oblivion. (But he doesn’t know just how tight and juicy your pussy really is)

~ He takes you out on an amazing date to a very fancy restaurant for dinner and a romantic walk through the Park.

~ You and Satoru go back to his place to ‘watch a movie'.

~ Satoru just picks something really random because honestly he doesn’t give a shit.

~ He lays down on the bed next to you.

~ Before the movie has even started he is slipping his hand up your dress grabbing at your ass and making out with you.

~ Fuck you can’t resist Satoru he is so gorgeous.

~ You would let him do just about anything to you.

~ That's one of the many reasons why he loves dating you, you aren’t one to move slow. (I mean who could say no to Satoru?) ((I would be in that mans bed within like 5 minutes))

~ He starts taking off your dress as you straddle him taking off his shirt.

~ You always get so turned on when you see Satoru shirtless.

~ That gorgeous God-like body.

~ A eight pack that you just wanna bury your face in and lick. (Shut up this is my headcannon and I would lick those abs!)

~ He bucks his hips against your lace panties driving you insane as you let out a loud moan.

~ He smirks and snaps his hips again as he is getting harder by the second.

~ He unhooks your bra burying his face in your boobs he licks and bites them all over marking you, making you whimper.

~ He knows every way to get you turned on.

~ It’s a blessing and a curse because you’re always a puddle in his hands.

~ He looks at you fire gleaming in his eyes as he grabs you pinning you to the bed, he growls at you nipping your neck.

~ Satoru leaves steamy kisses down between your breasts trailing his lips showering your stomach in kisses as he makes his way between your legs.

~ Slowly he rubs outside your panties massaging your clit with his thumb.

~ “F-fuck Sa-to-ru!” You moan out.

~ You’re completely under his control as he pushes his palm against your pussy making your hips buck uncontrollably.

~ “That’s a good girl, I love the way you respond when I touch you, you submit to me so willingly (Y/N).” He leans into your ear.

~ “I have you whipped baby girl and I love it.” He bites your neck as he slips his hand in your panties.

~ “God damn you are soaking wet (Y/N).” He pulls his hand out of your panties showing you his hand completely covered in your juices. (Like I said a fucking puddle)

~ He licks your juices off his hand.

~ “Oops.” You say not so innocently. “What can I say you turn me on so much Satoru.” (But who wouldn’t be that way like seriously!)

~ Satoru's hand travels back down into your panties.

~ Inserting two fingers making you moan out as the thrusts them in and out of you.

~ He kisses you one last time before trailing his lips down your torso again, making you shudder.

~ He nips and kisses your inner thighs while he continues to pump his fingers in and out of you.

~ Every little touch is leaving you breathless as he works up every part of you.

~ He wants to make your body beg for him.

~ He finally decides to take your panties off tossing them on the floor.

~ He pulls back marveling at how beautiful you are right now. (He always does this when he gets you completely naked he worships your body)

~ To him you are perfect in every way possible.

~ He loves to lightly touch your most sensitive parts making you squirm beneath him. (Like lightly run his fingers down your sides or gently grab at your butt, it drives you mad how just a simple touch turns you on so much)

~ He finally goes down on you encircling his mouth around your clit as he fingers you again.

~ Instantly you cum squirting into his mouth.

~ He keeps licking your clit getting every last drop from you.

~ “Satoruuuuuu!” You cry out in pleasure as you grind on his face, tugging on his soft white hair.

~ Your head rolls back into the mattress as he continues to finger you going deeper with every push.

~ He nips at your clit making you squirt again.

~ “F-fuck Sa-to-ruuuuu!” You cry out in pleasure.

~ He finally comes up with a huge smirk plastered to that gorgeous face.

~ “I think that is the wettest I have ever made you baby.” He says smugly before he kisses you deeply.

~ He bucks his hips pushing his bulge against your wetness.

~ Your hands move down tearing his pants and boxers down.

~ He gently rubs his tip at your slit teasing you. (This man could edge you on for hours without even realizing what he is doing to you (yet))

~ You moan out as he continues to tease you making your body tremble beneath him.

~ “You don’t get him quite yet baby girl.” He whispers into your ear slipping just the tip in.

~ “You’re so meannnnn!” You wine out as you smack his arm.

~ “Don’t worry love he will be in you soon enough, but first” He traces your lips with his thumb. “I want you to use that amazing mouth on him.”

~ He stands up and you get on your knees.

~ You lick the pre-cum off slowly sucking the tip as you look up at him. (That turns him on so much when you look him in the eye while sucking his dick)

~ You keep looking at him as you deep throat his entire length taking him by surprise. (He's not the only one giving it their all tonight)

~ You continue to lick and suck deep throating him every so often making him as hard as a rock.

~ “F-fuck (Y-Y/N-N).” He moans out as you go faster while you play with his balls.

~ You suck him for a while, he finally pulls you off.

~ “Baby girl I could have you suck him all night, but I want you so badly now.” He says eagerly as he throws you on the bed.

~ You wrap your legs around Satoru. “I’m ready for you to take me Satoru.” You whisper into his ear.

~ He has made sure over the past few months as the two of you have explored each other that you were ready for tonight because you knew Satoru wasn’t going to be gentle, but you want it that way.

~ He kisses you passionately as he slips in.

~ Moaning into your mouth as he fits inside you feeling the tightness of your pussy makes him shudder.

~ His kisses go from long and passionate to sloppy and needy as he snaps his hips into you.

~ He didn’t realize just how good you would feel on his cock.

~ He feels like he is losing himself as his kisses become more and more sloppy.

~ Satoru is completely lost in your pussy.

~ His thrusts are erratic and slow because he feels like he is going to cum already.

~ He finally catches himself and starts fucking you hard.

~ “F-fuck you’re so tight, baby you feel so good on him…. I almost lost myself in your amazing pussy (Y/N).”

~ “Sa-to-ru! Just like that oh-oh my God fuck that feels so goooooooooood!” You moan out as he pounds into you.

~ “Yeah? You like that baby?” He asks as he lifts your legs up in the air going even deeper inside you.

~ “Take him all this dick is all for you!” He shouts out as he rails you.

~ “F-fuck Sa-Satoruuuuu I'm-I'm cuuuuummmmiiiiiinnnnnggggggg!” You moan out as your pussy sucks his cock in squirting all over the two of you.

~ “I want you to ride him baby girl.” E says as he pulls out and lays down on the bed.

~ In a flash you’re on top of him rubbing your clit on his cock making him moan out.

~ “Ohhhhhh f-fuck (Y-Y/N-N) you naughty girl teasing me like this.” He says looking down at your soaking core as you squirt all over him.

~ “Baby please put him back in…. He’s getting cold.” Satoru begs you. “He needs to be inside you.”

~ You smirk at him. “Of course baby because you asked so nicely….. Just answer one question for me, okay?” You say as you buck your hips making your slit rub all over his cock.

~ “Yes I’ll do anything!” He moans out.

~ “That’s a good Satoru.” You lean into his neck. “Do I have you pussy whipped already my dear Satoru?” You ask him as you mount him.

~ “YESSSSSSS!” He moans out as you slam down on his cock making it echo.

~ “I love your pussy so much (Y/N)! I-I can’t get enough of her!” He wails out gripping your sides as he snaps his hips into you.

~ “F-fuck Sa-to-ruuuuuuuu!” You scream out as you bounce up and down on him.

~ Mr. Cocky is losing his cool as he pounds deeper and deeper into you, your tight pussy is just too much for him.

~ He's going to cum any minute now.

~ His deep thrusts are slowing down.

~ “Are you going to cum for me baby?” You say in a sultry voice as you run your finger down his chest making him shiver.

~ With one final snap of his hips he thrusts deep into you cumming.

~ Your pussy clenches around his throbbing cock as you release your final orgasm.

~ You collapse on his chest still connected to him your breathing heavy as you find his lips wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him in for a deep passionate kiss.

~ You lay there in stillness holding each other close.

~ Finally you catch your breath. “Satoru baby that was absolutely amazing!”

~ He rolls you over so he is on top of you.

~ He leans into your neck. “Yes it was my love.”

~ You fell his member become hard again as he bucks his hips.

~ “Are you ready for round two?” He asks smugly.

@mguqiis @ivorylyon @sassyeahhhh

[plsimsuchasimp]

cheating pt. 2

part 1 here

Ft: Suna Rintarou x !gn reader, a little bit of atsumu miya x !gn reader

Genre/warnings: hurt/comfort, brief mention of fighting, panic attack, angst to fluff

Wc: 2.6k

NOT PROOFREAD!

The morning after you broke up with Suna, you wake up with a sour taste in your mouth, hugging a pillow. Momentarily disoriented, you look around your room until you spot your phone, and it all comes crashing down.

Oh no. Your chest tightens when you see 41 missed calls from Suna and 118 unread text messages over the course of the night. You'd fallen asleep with your phone set to silent, crying into your pillow at the immense betrayal.

Slowly, you unlock your phone to see increasingly frantic messages from Suna, begging you to forgive him and take him back. Ten new voicemails. You shouldn't press it, shouldn't listen to his voice. But you do.

"Y/N," immediately, your heart cracks at the sound of his voice. He sounds so desperate, so frantic, tears clinging to the words. "I'm so, so, sorry. You have every right to be mad at me, every right to hate me. I hate myself too, and I'll never forgive myself for doing that. I-I just wanted you to know that I-" the recording becomes quieter, only the faint sniffles picked up on it. "I love you."

It ends there, and you freeze. He'd never told you he loved you before, skipping over it whenever you jokingly mentioned the future. You knew he was scared of commitment, but it still hurt whenever he ignored it. A particular memory from two weeks ago floods your mind, no matter how hard you try to push it away.

You were lying on Suna's bed, resting your head against his chest as he scrolled through the videos he wanted to upload to Worldstar. His arm was slung around you, his lips pulled up in a smirk, his green eyes flicking from the phone to you and back again. It was comfortable, a lazy Sunday with the sun just beginning to set behind his curtains. You nestled further into his chest, his heartbeat regular and reassuring. You let your eyes drift closed, basking in the warmth of his affection.

Almost too soft for him to hear, half hoping he wasn't listening, you whisper "I love you." He stiffens, and you know you messed up. His heart skips a beat, and he pretends like he didn't hear you. You swallow, embarrassed that he didn't say it back, but neither of you moves until Suna gets up, saying he has to use the restroom. He doesn't come back for a while, and when he does, he mutters something about it getting late (it was barely 6 pm) and how he'd forgotten that he had to do something today. Taking the cue, you took your stuff and left, silently cursing yourself for saying it before he was ready. Things had been awkward the next few days, with him responding less and less frequently and seeming more distant and cold.

Come to think of it, it was right before he started acting strange.

oh.

Pressing a shaking hand to your mouth, you squeezed your eyes shut. Was that why?

Before you could sink deeper into your thoughts, you heard a knock at the door of your bedroom. The door opens to reveal Atsumu, standing awkwardly in your door frame. Yelping, you bring the bedcovers up to cover yourself, forgetting that you’re still wearing your clothes from last night. “How did you get in here?!”

He blushes, eyes flickering around your room and refusing to land on you. “Yer mom told me where the spare key was.”

You sighed, and he came over and sat on your bed, looking at his feet placed on the floor. “Ya okay?” he asked, voice low. That wasn’t what you’d expected. It was rare for Atsumu to be serious, rare for his brow to be furrowed so severely.

“Well, that’s debatable,” you said, scoffing a little. He nodded, eyes still fixed on the floor.

“I saw Suna last night,” he blurted out.

“You did?” Your eyebrows lift, surprised at his uncharacteristic behavior.

“I punched him,” he admits, lifting his head. “I was just too angry at him for hurting ya.”

Then it was your turn to look at the floor, not responding to this statement. What were you supposed to say, anyway? You sit in awkward silence, waiting for Atsumu to gather his thoughts and speak again.

“He’s in love with ya, ya know,” he says quietly. “That’s why it doesn’t make sense.”

“Why would he cheat on me if he loves me?” you ask, lip quivering slightly. You noticed the tense of the word; is. Not was. He sighs in frustration, shoulders slumping.

“I don’t know.” Seemingly debating on whether to say something, he decided to anyways, “He just let me hit him.”

“What?”

“He just stood there when I punched him, didn’t even punch back or anything. He just looked so sad, ya know?”

“Sad?” you scoff. “He was the one who decided to do it.” He nodded, knowing you’re right.

“I don’t really know why I came here,” he admitted. “I just wanted to make sure you were doing okay. Aren’t ya missing class right now?”

“I’m not going today,” you mutter. He understood. Silently, he got up and left the room, and you heard the door shut short afterward, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

It wasn’t raining anymore, but the clouds still clung dark and heavy, low to the mountains and shrouding the distant buildings. Puddles shone on the ground, the leaves outside your window glistening with raindrops.

It hurt. It hurt so badly, the confusion and anger and sadness all combined. The truth was, you still loved Suna, and apparently, he loved you. Falling back onto your pillow, you felt like crying, but the tears wouldn’t come. Your eyes were dry, the pain finally internalized. The good memories of your time with Suna came then, flooding your mind and squeezing your heart.

The first time you two kissed, in a parking lot of a 7/11  at two in the morning. His lips tasted like soda, the sweet fizz almost intoxicating. It was a quick kiss, feeling him smile against your lips and seeing the smirk on his face when he pulled away.

Watching the stars together from the roof of a building on a moonless night, offering you his jacket when he noticed you were cold. You fell asleep in his arms that night, the cool winter air brushing your cheeks and inciting him to hold you just a little bit closer.

The playful insults exchanged, the banter slowly turning into backhanded compliments, and then sweet nothings whispered in your ear.

The warm, enveloping hugs, although somewhat rare- he would hold you, one arm on the small of your back and the other caressing the back of your neck.

The skeptical look on his face when you took him to the grocery store, fully intending to make a new dish you’d seen on TV with him. Not noticing the softness in his eyes as he watched you, your excitement contagious in his smile.

The teasing he endured because of you. The day you walked into the gym, bringing him a homemade bento, the boys had teased him relentlessly. He didn’t mind, because it made you happy.

All of that was gone now, and the miserable aching in your heart was a constant reminder of it. You let sleep take you away again, the pain in your expression being smoothed away by the gentle lull. When Suna slipped into your room using the same key Atsumu had failed to properly hide, he saw you curled up, hugging a pillow in your sleep, a small crease marking your forehead. He always said you looked angelic in your sleep.

“Suna…” you murmured, shifting slightly, and his eyes grew sad at how you grimaced slightly at his name.

He made his way to your desk chair, sitting down silently and grabbing a piece of paper from the desk along with a pencil, beginning to write.

When you awoke to the sound of a pencil scratching paper, it took you a second to register that there was someone else in your room. You screamed, clutching your pillow until you recognized Suna.

His eyes found yours, and the guilt and shame in them were almost overwhelming. You looked away, clenching your jaw. The pencil fell from his hand, seeming to fall in slow motion until it hit and bounced off of the floor, clattering once, twice, and then three times before rolling away from his foot.

“Get out,” you whisper.

“Can we just talk about this-” he rushes, standing up and impulsively moving closer to you.

“I said get out!” You yell, flinching away from his touch as if it’s some sort of deadly disease. His face falls, and he withdraws his hand, swallowing hard. “What is there to talk about? You cheated. It’s not a mistake. It’s a choice, and you chose to break my heart!” You look at him, anger and pain mixing in your eyes, and he finally gets it. You’re not coming back. He ruined it with an impulse decision, a reckless choice in the face of his fear of commitment and the overwhelming feelings that he didn’t know how to deal with.

The day you told him you loved him, he froze only because he didn’t know what to do. He’d gotten up, gone to the bathroom, and sunk down the door, back straight and head tilted towards his knees. This had never happened to him before- every time he’d been with a girl, he’d never felt like this. Was it love? He already knew he messed up by not saying it back, but his emotions were confusing, distracting, almost frightening. He’s taken his mind off of it by falling into a stranger’s arms that night, reassuring himself that he was still the same old Suna, the one who didn’t need anyone.

God, how he hated himself for that. Tears welled up in his eyes against his will, and he stared down at the floor.

“Why are you still here?” You spoke, back turned to him, “I thought I told you I didn’t want to talk to you.” Your words stung, you knew they did, but you didn’t really care. The paper in his hand fluttered to the floor, almost inaudibly brushing across the wood. His bottom lip quivered, and the tear that clung to his eyelash slipped silently down his face, making his green eyes appear even brighter than normal.

Thunder crashed outside your window, and Suna froze, his sharp intake of breath making you turn. He looked petrified- his entire body seemed to be shrinking into itself, his hands trembling and clenched, his eyes wide with unmistakable fear in them.

“Suna?” You got up from your place on the bed, curious as to what was happening, then remembered. Suna had a crippling fear of thunderstorms. “Suna. Suna, hey, look at me.” You waved a hand in front of his face, but he just started shaking harder, his breathing getting faster. Gripping him by the shoulders, you gently pushed him towards your bed and helped him sit down, your brow furrowing. “Can I touch you?” you asked gently, receiving the smallest of nods in return. You sat beside him and started rubbing his back, gently holding him closer to you. Thunder triggering a panic attack had only happened twice before, but you were familiar with how to help him through it. “I’m going to go close the curtains now.” Almost methodically talking him through your movements in an attempt to distract him from the thunder growing louder outside, you went to close the curtains and turned on your bedside lamp. “Tell me how I can help.”

He struggled to speak, his breath turning into short hyperventilations until you sat down next to him and started breathing loudly and evenly, hoping he would hear you and try to match his breathing. To your surprise, he turned to you and hugged you, burying his face in your chest and huddling close to your body. Stiff at first, you slowly wrapped your arms around him and rocked back and forth, whispering into his ear that it was almost over and he would get through it. You could feel his back shuddering, trying to maintain control of his breathing and failing. Out of instinct, you rested your cheek on his shoulder, staring at the picture of you two that still rested on your nightstand, and you felt his breathing gradually slow. Soon, he stopped shaking, but he still clung to you as if you were his life raft in a tumultuous storm.

It wasn’t until you felt wetness on your shirt that you pulled back, concerned, only to see tears dripping down Suna’s face. He instantly missed your warmth, your smell, the feeling of you holding him, but he knew it would be selfish of him to try to pull you back in.

You didn’t speak, eyes flickering from him down to the blanket underneath you. Your anger was gone now, and as hard as you tried to hate him, looking at the vulnerability displayed on his face melted the resolve you had.

“You look terrible,” you say, eyes wandering over his disheveled hair and puffy eyes.

“I didn’t sleep last night,” he responds, and you instantly feel awkward.

“I-I’m sorry,” you mumble, unsure of what to say. He just shrugs, gazing downwards.

“About what I said in the voicemail.” At these words, you freeze. “I meant it, and I’m so sorry for not saying it earlier.”

You turn away from him, eyes burning, as you feel a lump in your throat. “If you love me, why did you do it?”

His words die in his throat because that’s what he’s been wondering this whole time. If he loved you, why did he do it? “I-I did it because I was scared.”

“Scared?” you spit, pain lacing your words, “Scared? Do you know how terrified I was to tell you? I know that you’re scared of commitment, I know that it’s hard for you to express your feelings, but do you have any idea how many hours I spent wondering if you even liked me anymore? If you even cared at all?” Hot tears spill down your face, your lips quivering as you tip your head back and stare at the ceiling. Quieter, you say, “Do you know how many times I cried myself to sleep because of you? No, you don’t. But I still believed in us, I really thought it could work, and you threw it all away because you were scared?”

You shook your head, and he stared at you, hating that he made you feel like this. “I had no idea,” he rasps, voice husky from the breath caught in his throat. “When you told me you loved me, I realized I loved you too. I’d never felt like that before, and I was scared of my own feelings, so I wanted-” He stopped, unsure of how to continue. “I needed to distract myself.”

Each word stings, a knife stabbing into your back, as the tears fall harder and faster. You look up at him and see there are tears streaming down his face too, the shame too much for him to bear.

“I would do anything for you to come back.” His voice breaks, becoming breathier as his shoulders begin to shake again. “Please.”

In one swift movement, you pulled him close to you, and it was your turn to huddle into his chest as you sobbed. Just for a second, just for a moment, just to feel his touch again, but he wrapped his arms around you tightly and didn’t let you go. Clinging to each other, you shared the pain.

“If we can move past this,” you mumbled, face pressed against his shirt, breathing in his scent, “you can’t ever do something like that again.”

“No, no, of course not,” he assured you, voice thick with emotion, “I promise I’ll be so much better. I’ll try to give you everything you deserve.” 

He pulls away and looks at you, drinking in your face, before pressing a soft, hesitant kiss to your lips. When you reciprocate, he kisses you harder, with more passion, holding you as if he can’t let you go. “Thank you,” he mumbles against your lips, and you feel the pain and anger and worry seep out of him.

It was going to be okay. a/n: i’m not really sure about this one, but i hope you guys enjoyed! sorry for the major angst, lmao also tiny reminder my requests are open even tho i kinda suck at them

[jihyuncompass]

Good Boy

I wrote this at 1 AM in a rush of inspiration. If there’s any problems in this, that’s why. 

Marius x MC

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: NSFW, read only if 18+ 

“Oh my god.” She moaned. He opened his eyes to glance up at their face where she lay, enjoying the bright redness in their entire face. Her half lidded eyes hazy with pleasure. 

Focusing on her clit for a second more he sucked harder to try and get another moan out of her, he wanted to hear that sound again, he wanted to hear her sing for him. He pushed the two fingers already inside her deeper. Trying to seek out that sweet spot that always made her turn into a puddle above him. 

Releasing his mouth for his moment he smirked at her. “How’s that baby? How’s that feel?” He watched the way they tried to pull themself together enough to speak. 

“It feels so good, please don’t stop.” She whimpered. Marius grinned, returning back to having his lips pressed against her nub and pulling another moan from her throat. Each one was like music to his ears, he could listen to it for hours. He wanted her to feel good, he wanted her to say it.

His eyes closed he focused on what he was doing, moving the two fingers inside her to focus on her G-spot. Each stroke making her moan louder and louder, he could feel the way her clit grew swollen between his lips. How her wetness coated his chin, the taste was so sweet he could stay there forever. 

Her hands running through his hair sent a chill down his spine. Fingers tugging on strands of his hair as he inserted a third finger into her, the following clench of her walls around them sending warmth right down to the growing bulge Marius was struggling to ignore.

Still he continued further, that could wait a little longer. He wasn’t finished with what he was doing here. With three fingers inside her he continued his movements, his tongue working overtime to drag more noises from her. 

“M-Marius..” She said, voice getting cut off by another small cry. 

“Are you close jiejie?” He teased, using that nickname that he knew she loved. He didn’t even have to ask the question. The way her face was filled with nothing but pleasure, how her fingers gripped his hair, the way her thighs were starting to tighten around him gave him all the clues he needed. But he wanted to hear her say it, he wanted her to tell him how he was making her feel. 

Her voice was shaky as she spoke. “Y-yes, I’m so close, Ma-” She was cut off again by another moan as he sucked her harder. Her eyes fluttered closed as he moved his fingers faster and closed his eyes in concentration. Her voice raised in volume the closer she got. “Marius, Marius, Marius, Marius!-” Her voice crescendoed as her back arched, thighs nearly crushing his head as her walls throbbed and clenched around his fingers which never slowed its speed. Her entire body shook with pleasure as she cried out. 

He removed his lips from her clit to lick up all her juices as she came down from her orgasm, letting the sweet slick coat his tongue and lips. Once he’d gotten enough he lifted his head up to meet her gaze. Her chest heaving and face covered in sweat already. She looked gorgeous like this. He’d have to remember this face to paint at a later date. 

Slowly he pulled his fingers from inside her, she sighed as he did so. Raising his hand he spent a moment admiring the way his fingers shined with her. He made sure she watched as he sucked each finger clean, groaning with joy at getting another taste of her. 

She sat up straight and pulled him into a long kiss. Her tongue brushing against his lips, letting her get some of her own taste on her tongue. Lips working against each other her hand travelled down the planes of his bare chest, moving lower and lower, past the hem of his pants and straight to the nearly painful bulge there. Marius groaned as she palmed him. She wasn’t even directly touching him there yet, and he already felt like he was going to lose his mind. 

“Mmm Marius.” She whispered against his lips. “You’re so desperate for me aren’t you?” She teased. Maybe he would have teased her back, but the way her lips was brushing against his, and the way her hand was rubbing him he couldn’t even form a proper sentence. 

“Yes.” He whispered back. “Please baby. Please.” He begged, grinding against her hand. On a different day maybe he would have teased her, but today he couldn't even think about it. Trapping his lips in another kiss she quickly made work of undoing his belt, dragging his pants and boxers down to let the throbbing erection come free. No longer straining against the fabric. The cool air sent a jolt of pleasure through him. 

She moved along his jawline, peppering kisses as she did. Breathing hot and heavy against the shell of his ear she spoke in a low and sweet voice. “You’ve been such a good boy Marius. You’ve been so good.” 

He could have finished right there and then but he held himself back. Her words were sweet like honey and sugar that sent warmth in waves across his whole body. 

“I have.” Marius said weakly. “I’ve been good. Baby please.” She smiled against his ear as she wrapped her fingers around his shaft, hot and thick in her hand. Using her thumb she brushed over the tip where beads of precum had already gathered. Marius groaned and whined as she began to stroke him up and down. Purposely moving slowly and gently. 

“Lay on your back for me, let me reward you.” She told him, without hesitation he lifted himself up and rolled onto his back. Seconds later she flipped to be straddling him. Her hand returned to his cock, earning an instant moan from him. 

His mind was in shambles, all he could think and focus on was how good her hands made him feel, how he couldn't wait to be inside her. Forcing himself to keep his eyes open he watched her, he wanted to see her face, he wanted to enjoy every sight there was to see as she touched him like this. 

“Does that feel good baby? Do you want me to keep going?” She asked him.

“Please. Please keep going.” He said, more of a whimper than an answer. She smiled at him. The hand around him moving faster than before, another loud whine coming from him. He couldn’t help himself, he couldn’t do anything, his entire mind filled with her and her arm working him up and down. His mind was empty beyond just wanting her to continue. 

As one hand stroked him up and down she used her other hand to tease him further, using one hand to cup his balls and squeeze them just enough that Marius let out a small cry of pleasure. Letting go of him her free hand slid up his chest, tracing the faint lines of his abdomen, following them up to trace his nipples and then further up to trace the curve of his jaw, the softness of his lips, slightly swollen from when he’d gone down on her. His face was hot, more flushed than she’d ever seen it. The very slight brought a smile to her face. 

The way she was looking at him made his mind go blank again. She was making him feel so good he would have let her do anything. She could have asked if she could peg him and he would have said yes in an instant.  He loved watching her take charge, focusing on him like this. 

“You’re doing so good Marius.” She cooed. “I’ll let you choose, do you wanna finish in my mouth, or inside me?” 

“Inside you, please, I need to feel you. I need-” She ran a finger against Marius’s lips to quiet him. Removing her hand briefly from him to reposition herself. 

“It’s okay baby, you’ll get what you need.” She put one hand on his chest as she used the other one to run his cock across her folds, letting the wetness coat him too. The feeling was so good, but he knew it was only a small fraction of how he’d feel once he was inside. 

Once she felt he was ready for her she positioned her entrance right above him. “Are you ready?” She asked him, tracing small circles into his chest. He nodded furiously. He wanted this so badly he couldn’t even speak. 

She gasped as she lowered herself onto him, a similar sound coming from Marius too. Once he was inside her completely they both took a moment to adjust to the sensation. The sweet stretch of her walls and the intense throbbing of Marius’s cock inside her. His hands shook as he held her thighs, urging her to move. 

Once she’d adjusted she wasted no time in raising herself up just enough before coming back down. Earning a groan from the both of them. It took a moment but soon she found her pace, bouncing on his dick as he tried to thrust up into her. 

“Just like that, that’s right.” She said, “You’re doing so good Marius. Such a good boy.” He bit his lip to keep from moaning from her words alone. He felt like he could burst at any moment, his heart racing so violently in his chest. 

One of his hands quickly found her clit, rubbing in fast circles. She gasped, eyes going hazy again. His other hand gripped her thigh tightly as he moved. Helping her go up and down. 

He wasn’t going to last like this. Already he could feel the heat in his abdomen growing hotter and hotter. It was taking every ounce of his willpower not to finish. He squeezed his eyes shut. Trying to just focus on her. 

The warmth of her palm cupping his cheek made him open his eyes. She was leaning closer to him. “Baby?” 

Marius struggled out the words he forced himself to come up with. “It’s too good, jiejie I can’t.” He whined. 

She laughed warmly, although all he could focus on was the way she clenched around him. “Do you need to cum baby?” 

Biting his lip so hard he thought he might start bleeding he nodded. She brought him a kiss. Albeit a bit of a sloppy one. “It’s okay baby, cum for me. Cum inside me like the good boy you are.” 

That was all it took for him to go over the edge. White hot pleasure racked his body, every muscle in his body tightening as he felt himself finish inside her. She continued to rock against him as she found her own orgasm, finishing not even a minute after him. The clenching of her walls providing one last wave through him. 

She collapsed against his chest. Both breathing heavy and covered in sweat. Laying there Marius felt like he’d died and seen heaven, he remembered that term he’d read in a book once le petite mort or the little death. 

After a moment to catch their breaths she lifted herself off of him, letting Marius sit up in bed. His body felt worn out, but he leaned over to kiss her. Once, twice, three times. 

“I’ll clean you up.” He said, before forcing himself to stand on shaking knees. Making the short walk to the bathroom and the kitchen. Returning quickly with a damp towel and two drinks. 

He cleaned her up first, wiping away the white evidence of him from her body. He felt a rush of heat just seeing it, but he was too tired to even imagine going for another round. Once she was clean and cleaned himself up. Tossing the towel into the laundry basket and crawling back into bed next to her where she’d pulled the covers over herself. 

“Come here.” She said, holding her arms out to him. He found himself in his favorite place, wrapped up in her embrace. His arms pulled her closer. 

He pulled a piece of hair away from her eyes. “How was that?” He kept his voice just above a whisper. 

“It was so good.” She said, kissing him. “Did you like it?” He nodded in agreement and kissed her again and again. He could feel sleep pulling at him, but not just yet. 

“I did.” He said. “You make me feel so good. jiejie.” 

She smiled at him. “I want you to feel good.” She ran his thumb against his bottom lip. “Let’s get some sleep now okay? I think we’re both exhausted.” He nodded in agreement, holding her close in his arms and him close in hers. “Goodnight baby, my Marius.” 

He muttered out a goodnight, just as he fell asleep.

[taestefully-in-luv]

Always You | JJK (Drabble#7)

Summary: You come back from Japan.

Pairing: Always You!Jungkook x female reader

Genre:, fluff!!

Word count: 3.8k

Warnings: mentions of sex

Notes: Here is technically the first drabble I wrote but I am only now just posting hehe. it's just a lil something something. This isn’t the end of drabbles don’t worry! Remember requests for drabble ideas are open! Lets chat:)

Taglist: @seagulljk @fancycollectormoon @justinetingball

© taestefully-in-luv

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“I can’t believe it’s been a year since she left and you still get this nervous every time you see her.” Jimin playfully jabs Jungkook.

“Like, didn’t you just see her two months ago?”

Jungkook stands here, in the middle of the airport, holding a rose. He breathes in and out, his unsteady breaths making Jimin giggle.

“Two months is a long time ago dude.” Jungkook pouts, he brings the rose to his nose and takes a sniff, hoping the aroma will calm him.

“And she’s here for good now…and you know why I am so fucking nervous dude.” Jungkook keeps staring ahead, watching as crowds of people walk through the busy airport. His heart is slightly pounding as he watches in anticipation…you should be walking through at any moment.

“I know, I know.” Jimin smiles, “She’s going to love it.”

The last few months you were home before you left for Japan, you and Jungkook decided to get a place together. The few months you got to live together were pure bliss. Jungkook and you lived happily and comfortably together again, except this time sharing a room. You two did everything together, letting the newness of the relationship swallow you down in the most wonderful way. Cooking together, sleeping together, sometimes even bathing together. BFF bubble baths? Yeah, that. But naked. Just everything.

Jungkook had visited you in japan 3 or 4 times. But in a whole year only seeing you 3 or 4 times felt like nothing. He found himself feeling lonely quite often in your empty apartment but having the guys around really helped. Jungkook is beyond excited and also nervous to see you. He always feels this way, the distance that Japan put between the both of you really took a toll on him but he always stayed strong.

“I think I see her!” Jimin’s giddy voice makes it to Jungkook’s ears, “Let’s go!” Jimin grabs on to Jungkook’s arm and starts dragging him towards the crowd of people.

“Okay, okay.” Jungkook picks up his pace, his eyes scanning for you but he doesn’t see you. Why doesn’t he see you?

“Right there, right there!” Jimin begins pointing in some general direction. And then he sees you. He sees your bright green cardigan first and then he sees your smile next. Jungkook starts jogging towards you as his smile grows so fucking wide on his face, his teeth proudly displayed.

“y/n!” he calls out, now running towards you.

You see Jungkook making his way towards you, this boy is not slowing down. You start to laugh as you start walking faster and faster towards him too.

“Jungkook!” you yell at, not caring how loud you’re being. You are seeing your boyfriend for the first time in a couple months and you are so fucking excited. Especially because there is no more goodbyes after this.

Jungkook finally reaches you and scoops you up in his strong arms, he holds on to you so fucking tightly that you struggle to breathe. You’re laughing so loudly and hugging him back. He spins you around in a couple circles, his excitement is clear to any bystanders. Jimin finally catches up to you both and you catch his eye. You smile excitedly towards him and he slumps his shoulders in pout.

“I wanna hug her too Kook.” Jimin playfully frowns.

Jungkook keeps squeezing you, his head in the crook of your neck as he inhales you. He mumbles something into your hair and neither you nor Jimin understand what he said.

“My turn, my turn.” Jimin continues to whine. You can’t help but continue to giggle when Jungkook lifts his head from you and spins you around until he’s facing Jimin.

“No. All mine.” He says matter of fact and you hit his back.

“You have to share me, baby.”

“I most certainly do not.” Jungkook says in a stern voice and you start chuckling.

“Okay, okay. You can put me down now.”

Jungkook sets you down gently but he doesn’t loosen his grip around you. He continues to hold you, his eyes finally meeting yours. You look up at him and he feels himself transforming into a god damn puddle.

“Why do you look so beautiful, hm?” Jungkook leans in closer to you, “Why does my girl look so fucking beautiful?”

“Jungkook” you lean up until your lips barely touch his, “I missed you.” You whisper against his lips. Jungkook smiles and nods his head, he leans down to catch you in a sweet kiss.

Finally, he has you here. For good.

“Need I remind you, I am still here? And waiting for my hug and kiss too.” Jimin winks and you laugh into Jungkook’s kiss.

You finally pull away from Jungkook and he pouts dramatically, he does not want to let go of you ever again. You walk towards Jimin and embrace him fully, his arms go to wrap themselves around you with all his love. You guys sway your bodies back in forth in a tight hug, and you playfully kiss his cheek, making him burst out into giggles.

“Okay, back to me.” Jungkook softly whispers with doe eyes. “Back to me, back to me.” He repeats over and over, holding out his rose for you.

You finally notice the red flower and you start to turn a nice shade of pink as your blush deepens.

“For me?”

“No it’s for me.” Jimin deadpans, “Can you just take his flower already.”

You take a few steps until you’re in front of Jungkook and you reach out for the rose, your fingers brushing against his and even after all this time you feel butterflies fly in swarms in your stomach.

“This is so sweet, Jungkook.” You go in to hug him again and he gratefully embraces you back.

“Red roses symbolize love…” he says shyly, “So I thought it was appropriate.” He pulls back slightly, “I was going to give you a dozen…but I thought taking care of one is work enough already.” He chuckles, scratching the back of his neck.

“We couldn’t even take care of that Venus fly trap.” You remind him with a pointed smile, “So, smart move on your part.”

“Well, guys.” Jimin doesn’t mean to interrupt. “We should get going. Everyone’s probably wondering where we’re at.”

“What do you mean?” you tilt your head, “Where are we going?”

“Surprise.” Jungkook says with a grin. “Let’s go.”

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“Oh my god you guys are crushing me.” You are in the middle of a fucking group hug. Who’s idea was this? For sure Taehyung’s. He, Hobi and Jin are absolutely crushing you as they hug you tightly. Namjoon and Yoongi stand off to the side just waiting patiently for a turn, bless them.

“Because we—” Taehyung begins, “Missed. You.”

“So. Much.” Hobi finishes for him.

“SO MUCH!” Jin yells, “Visiting you once in Japan was not enough.” Jin begins to pull back, Hobi follows his lead but Taehyung continues to smoosh his cheek into your head, squeezing you so tightly it makes you laugh out loud.

“Okay, I believe it is my turn.” You hear Yoongi say calmly. “You can let go now Taehyung.”

“NEVER!” Taehyung giggles, “But fine.”

Yoongi goes in for a rather quick hug, but holds on to your arms as he speaks.

“The record shop was not the same with out you.” He somewhat whispers. “I just had to hear about Tae’s girl problems the whole time.” He teases.

“And Jin was right,” you hear Namjoon walk closer to you, bringing you in for a tight hug. “Visiting once in Japan was not enough.”

“Yeah, I haven’t seen you guys in what? 6 months?”

“And girl, that is too damn long.” You hear her voice cut through and you bubble over with excitement.

“TRINA!” you practically jump in her arms, she laughs that loud ass laugh you love so much and you can’t help but smile.

“And Holly too!” you rush to Holly’s arms, she hugs you back and you feel like everyone is here and you feel so whole.

“Happy?” you hear Jungkook’s voice from beside you. “We thought we would surprise you with a little welcome back party…”

“I’m so happy.” You admit, “Thank you.” You reach for Jungkook’s hand and interlock your fingers with his. “As much as I can’t wait to hang out here with everyone,” you bring your voice down to a whisper. “I also can’t wait until I am home alone with you.”

Jungkook turns a bit red before he’s smirking, squeezing your hand. He leads you to Jin’s backyard where everyone is starting to end up.

“We don’t have to wait until home before you can be alone with me.” Jungkook whispers back, you can hear his teasing tone and it goes straight to your lady bits.

“Be careful.” You warn, “I might take you up on that.”

“God, y/n. I am hoping you do.” He stops at the doorway and pulls you into his body, he grinds he hips into yours and you feel his half hard length.

“What are you thinking about that’s got you so worked up?” you tease, your hands running down his chest.

“You.”

“What about me?”

“Your lips have been on my mind since we got here.”

“Want to kiss me baby?” you press yourself into his chest, tipping your head up.

“So fucking badly.” But before Jungkook can lean down and capture your lips he hears someone’s throat being obnoxiously cleared.

“You guys are so fucking gross. Can’t even check if you’re alone.” Jimin rolls his eyes, he continues walking towards you two with a cup in his hand.

“Why is it always me that you guys always end up making out in front of?” He whines, and you chuckle. Not feeling too embarrassed since it’s just Jimin.

“Sorry, sorry.” You step away from Jungkook and put your hands on your hips. “Where’s my drink, hm?”

“Here, take this one. Not strong enough for me anyway.” Jimin hands you his cup and you roll your eyes with a grin.

“What about me?” Jungkook pouts, “I want a drink too.”

“You’re both fucking babies.” Jimin says with a playful smile, “I’ll make your drink, but you gotta keep me company.”

“Deal.” Jungkook nods his head, “You can go ahead and hang with everyone else baby.”

“Oh, thanks for the permission.” You salute towards him and he waves you off.

You head outside to find everyone else with their own drinks in their hands, chatting away. You find Trina and Holly and go take a seat next to them.

“I have missed you guys so much.” You sip on your drink, “Japan was so cool but nothing beats being home again.”

“We missed you too.” Holly puts a hand on your knee, “We’re so glad you’re back.” She says as she brings her hand back to her body.

“Yeah bitch, never leave us again!” Trina jumps into the conversation, “You should of seen Jungkook, honey. He was so miserable without you.”

And then you’re frowning. You know going abroad was a really tough decision. Especially because you had just gotten into a relationship and just 5 months in you went long distance. Jungkook struggled a lot in the beginning while you were thriving in Japan when you had first arrived. He talked a big game, saying you guys could handle it, saying going a few months at a time without seeing one another wouldn’t be such a big deal but it was…he grew depressed without you.

You nod your head once you get out of your thoughts, you take another sip of your drink and then you hear Taehyung speak up as he walks to you girls.

“He wasn’t that bad guys.” Taehyung assures you. “Maybe in the beginning… but after his first visit with y/n he lit up light a spot light and he got stronger. Plus he had us.” He gestures towards everyone.

You look up at Taehyung and feel immensely grateful…for his words and because he’s right, Jungkook had all of them to lean on.

“So when are you going to do it?” Jimin gives Jungkook a knowing smile, “Here? Some fancy date?” he continues pouring a “couple” shots of Vodka in his cup.

“Why the hell would I do it here? I planned a whole date, of course. I want everything to be fucking perfect.”

“When’s the date?”

“Tomorrow.”

Jimin watches as Jungkook wipes his assumingly sweaty palms on his jeans and he can’t help but softly smile towards his friend.

“It’s going to be fine, Jungkook.” Jimin’s tender voice does little to calm Jungkook though.

“What if she says—”

“She’s going to say yes.” Jimin sets the bottle of vodka down, he swirls his mixed drink with a spoon, giving it a look before shoving it into Jungkook’s hands.

“You need this one more than me.” He laughs, “Listen, just relax.”

“I can’t relax, I want tomorrow to be here already. But I am so nervous. What if things don’t go smoothly at the restaurant? What if—”

“What if it all goes wrong? Really?” Jimin raises a single brow. “But what if it all goes right?” he pats Jungkook’s shoulder. “Just do it when the moment feels right?”

“How will I know when that moment is?” Jungkook bows his head. A frown decorating his face.

“You’ll just know.”

You can’t believe you’re back home with all your friends. You’ve missed this. You don’t regret going abroad at all, you needed it, if you’re being honest. You needed to do something for you no matter what. You needed to go out into the world and experience something wild and new. And Japan was an absolutely perfect experience. Every time Jungkook would visit you two would have such a lovely time, but saying goodbye never got easier.

“What are you thinking about?” Jungkook snuggles you closer to his body, you’re sitting between his legs on the grass on a blanket.

“Oh nothing.” You sing. “Nothing.”

“y/n! Do you want chicken or beef?” You hear Jin ask over the light music filling the backyard.

“Chicken!” you yell back and sink lower to the ground, cuddling closer to Jungkook.

“I’m serious y/n…” Jungkook begins, “You don’t have to wait until we’re home to be alone with me.”

“Follow me inside the house then.” You turn your head to face him and you wink, “I’ll be in the bathroom.”

“The bathroom? Oh, we’re being classy tonight.”

~~~~~

Jungkook’s fingers barely touch you as he skids them down your bare back, you lightly moan at the contact.

“Missed touching you.” He says softly, he fingers now running up your back before they’re sliding back down again.

“Missed being touched by you.” The side of your face is pushed into your pillow as you stare at him. “I missed you so much.”

It’s the next morning, you two are lying naked in your shared bed, the sheets barely covering you. Jungkook continues stroking your back as you lazily close your eyes.

“I’m glad you found a job here.” Jungkook admits, “I don’t think I want to ever be apart from you again.”

“Was it that bad?” you whisper out.

“Baby…no matter what we can get through it but yeah, it sucked.” He chuckles, his fingers graze your skin lower and lower. He lifts the sheets back until your ass is in view, Jungkook kneads the flesh before bringing his hand back and giving you a little spank.

“So, be a good girl and never leave me again.” He goes back to massaging your cheeks and you groan.

“Never again.” You promise. You keep your eyes shut as you enjoy Jungkook’s touch. You roll over to your back, bringing the sheets to your face and you sniff them.

“It feels so good to be home…” you say, “To be with you. In our home. Together.”

Jungkook feels his heart flutter, like a butterfly is taking off and flying towards the big, blue sky.

“Are you happy?” Jungkook asks, “With everything? With…me?”

You crack open one eye to get a look at Jungkook…he’s lying on his side with one arm stretched out to stroke your soft skin and his other arm is holding up his head. He looks so soft and like he has a glow surrounding him.

“So unbelievably happy, my love.” You assure him, “With everything…with you.”

Jungkook eyes expand before they narrow at you and he smirks.

“What about me makes you happy?”

“What about you makes me…?” you begin to laugh lightly. “Can I say everything? Or do I I have to list specific things?”

“I want a list. In alphabetical order, please.” He jokes. “Least to most important.”

“They’re all important!” you close your eyes again. “But okay…A: ass…” you say and Jungkook spanks you again.

“I’m serious y/n.”

“Dude me too, you have such a nice ass.” You point out, “But fine, A: your attitude. Even when things get hard you try to stay positive and it really helps me to be honest…B: body, you are really hot. C: Coc—”

“Okay, I feel like I know where this list is going.” Jungkook cuts you off with a blush. He can’t help but chuckle.

“Really Jungkook, everything. You make me happy when you breathe. Just being here with you makes me happy. You make me laugh all the time, you make me think about life, you make me challenge myself, you push me to do things for me, you support me, you are always honest with me, you…” you take a breath, “You…love me and you don’t make me doubt it for a second.”

Jungkook looks taken aback for a moment, like your words are really surprising him. He continues to glide his hand down your back, feeling your skin beneath his fingertips. Jungkook never wants a moment like this to end. It’s perfect. You look so beautiful here, relaxing after a night out partying and welcome home sex. He thinks this is the most beautiful you’ve ever looked. But to be fair he thinks that a lot.

“Because I do love you.” He finally says, “So much.”

“Trust me, I know. And I love you just as much if not more.”

“That’s impossible.” He leans down to kiss the top of your head. “My love for you is endless, how can you top that?”

“I can live my life trying.”

This is a moment, a special moment. Does he need a fancy dinner date to create a moment like this? Or is this the moment that Jimin was talking about? The moment where he knows.

“y/n…do you want to spend the rest of your life with me?” his tone is soft, tender and shy. Your cheeks get painted a lovely shade of pink as you think of his question.

“Of course I do.”

“No… I mean it. Do you want to spend the rest of your life with me? Me and you forever? Me and you until we move on to the next life, and even then you have to promise to spend that one with me too…”

“Jungkook.” You giggle, “What are you going on about? We already said—”

“You’re it for me.” He admits, “You are without a doubt, the love of my life.” He blinks rapidly as if he were trying to rid himself of any oncoming tears.

“I mean it when I say you are the best thing that’s happened to me.” His lip slightly quivers and you reach up to caress his face.

“Baby,” you begin. “I love you.”

“Then…” Jungkook draws his hand that was stroking you to his body, he scratches the back of his neck and smiles shyly. “Will you spend the rest of your life with me?”

“Yes.”

“Then let’s make it official.” He says and you grow slightly confused. Jungkook stands from the bed and heads to the closet. You lay here wondering what the hell he is doing, is he putting on clothes? But he walks back out still naked, with something behind his back.

He comes to your side of the bed and gets down on both knees, he scoots closer to the bed until he’s face to face with you.

“Want to marry me?” he asks, reaching for your hand. His other hand holds a small box and your eyes grow twice their size. There’s no way he’s…

“Jungkook…” you breathe out, “Are you proposing?”

“Well, I have a ring. And I quite literally asked if you wanted to marry me. So yes?” he chuckles and you gasp.

“We don’t have to get married for a while. But being engaged and planning a future could be nice.” He suggests and you want to faint. You were not expecting this. Not so soon anyway. But he’s right, you don’t have to plan a wedding and get married right away. And he is without a doubt the love of your life as well.

“Jungkook.” You choke on his name, “Yes.” Jungkook sucks in a sharp breath…you said yes? His shocked expression slowly morphs into something much more soft. He takes your hand and he’s slipping the ring on your finger.

“Mine.” He says with a timid smile.

You stare down at your hand with the sparkly jewelry accompanying your finger.

“It’s so beautiful.” You say somewhat surprised.

“To be honest, Jimin really helped.” He admits with a laugh. “And by helped I mean he picked it out.”

“Figures.” You giggle and you reach for him, your hands on either sides of his cheeks as you bring him in for a kiss.

“You really want to marry me?” you raise a brow at him and he gives you his dopiest most in love bunny grin he can manage.

“I wouldn’t marry anyone else.”

“Good, me either.” You peck his lips again, “You want a whole life with me?”

“I want you in this life, the next life, the life after that…”

He plants kisses all over your face and you laugh.

“Want to marry you y/n. Want to adopt a pet with you…want to put a baby in you…want to grow old with you…” he says all between kisses.

“A-A baby?”

“One day. Multiple times.” He grins, kissing you again. “Don’t you want that?”

“Yes.” You say breathless. “One day.”

“I just really want you forever, you know?” Jungkook whispers. “Do you think you would like that?”

“Babe, I would love that.” You bring him in for another kiss, then you open your eyes and they travel to the ring on your hand. “And we just made that our plan.”

[onlyfreds]

Welcome to New York | MAHLB Collection

Title: Welcome to New York

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: One month later, it was Fred's turn to visit New York

It has been a month since you first came to London.

You and Fred had definitely kept in touch with each other, there wasn’t a day that passed where you didn’t have at least one call from your British boyfriend.

“I miss you.” You could practically see Fred pouting through his voice.

You giggled, “You practically say that everyday.”

“Because it’s true!” He said, causing you to laugh.

“Really?” You teased, “You miss so much that you would tell me everyday.”

“If I could tell you every minute, then I would.”

You couldn’t manage to suppress your smile, leaning your head against the headboard of your bed, “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” Fred confirmed, “But, I just have to suffer a few more days. My flight to New York is on Friday.”

You giggled, your heart already melting into a puddle of goo at the hands of Fred Weasley, “I see that you’ve been counting the days.”

“Darling, I’ve been counting down the days the minute you hopped on the plane back to London.” Fred admitted.

“I can’t wait to see you again.”

“Same here.”

“Well,” You drawled, “I wish that I could talk to you all day, but, I have to help my sister go shopping for stuff she’ll need when she moves into her dorm next week.”

“Okay.” Fred said, “I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

There was an empty feeling in the air once you hung up the phone. Tucking your phone in your pocket, you heaved a sigh. You couldn’t wait for Friday.

“When’s your boyfriend coming?” Emma, your sister, asked - ever since you told her, she never stopped teasing you and she was very excited to meet him.

You smiled, “He said that his flight is on Friday - why do you want to meet him so badly?”

“Because,” She drawled with a small smile, “I want to assess whether he’s good enough for you.”

“I can assure you - he is.”

“I want to decide that for myself.”

You laughed, fondly shaking your head at her, “Whatever you want.”

--

It was Wednesday morning - two days before you could be able to run into your boyfriend’s arms again.

You and Emma were seated by the kitchen table, eating your breakfast while a book rested beside your cereal bowl and Emma scrolled through her phone.

The doorbell suddenly rang, you were about to stand and see who it is but Emma beat you to it,

“I’ll go check who it is.”

You heard the door swing open as Emma asked, “Who are you?”

You couldn’t hear the answer of the person she was talking to, but it made her exclaim, “Oh my gosh! You’re him?”

Curiosity had finally gotten the best of you, getting up from the kitchen table - you made your way to the door and you couldn’t believe the sight in front of you.

Fred stood at the door, a huge grin adorning his handsome face and his hair messed up just like the day when you first met, “Hi Darling.”

You couldn’t say anything, but rather ran up to him and jump into his arms.

“I can’t believe it!” You exclaimed, breathing in his scent, “I thought you were coming on Friday.”

“I wanted to surprise you.” He grinned, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “And I was successful.”

You grinned, the blush on your cheeks making its entrance, “You surely are.”

“You must be Fred Weasley, huh?” Emma then asked in her best Sherlock Holmes voice.

You playfully rolled your eyes at her, “Can you please interrogate my boyfriend some other time?”

“Woah.” Fred said, raising his hands in mock surrender, “Interrogation? Am I being arrested for something I didn’t know I did?”

The question caused your sister to break character as the two of you burst out in laughter.

“She just wants to assess whether or not you are good enough for me.” You explained.

“Oh,” Fred said, dramatically breathing a sigh of relief, “My first day in New York and I thought they would already be deporting me.”

He then leaned forward and stage whispered to Emma, “But, between you and me, I don’t know how I managed to score your sister in the first place. She’s a goddess way out of my league.

Emma smiled, looking at you, “He’s perfect.”

You returned the smile, “I know.”

--

“So, how’re you liking the Big Apple so far?” You asked, getting your boyfriend a cup of coffee as he sat down on the couch.

“It’s amazing.” Fred smiled, “I made sure to book a hotel a little bit nearby, so that I can see you everyday.”

You giggled, handing him the cup while pressing a kiss to his cheek, “Looks like you’ve got it all planned out, huh.”

“I just missed you so much.” He cooed before leaning forward and locking your lips together.

The voice of your sister, caused you to pull apart,

“I’m still here - ya know.”

“Don’t you have a movie to see?” You asked, raising a brow at her silently telling her, can you ruin my moment later?

Emma chuckled, “Fine. I’m leaving.”

You and Fred waited until the door slammed shut then your boyfriend turned to you,

“Now, where were we?”

--

It had been two days since Fred first arrived, he told you that he was also staying in New York for a month - so, the two of you had a lot of time in your hands.

The two of you were currently curled up on the couch, a rom-com movie playing on the tv. Emma didn’t want to be around whenever the two of you would have dates at home - which was everyday, because of two things: one, so you could have your privacy and two, because the two of you were, as she put it, “sickeningly cute”.

A bowl of popcorn rested between the two of you, but it wasn’t enough to stop you from cuddling.

“What do you want to do tomorrow?” You asked, looking up at him, “Do you want to still see the four corners of my apartment or you want me to take you on a little sightseeing tour?”

‘Let’s go sightseeing. I showed you around London, so you can show me around New York. And we could also cut your sister some slack since she looks like she’s running out of excuses to stay out of the apartment.” Fred said.

“It settled then.” You smiled, “Any particular places you want to see?”

He thought about it for a moment before shaking his head, “I don’t care where you take me - as long as you're my tour guide.”

You giggled, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “As you wish.”

--

“You seemed a little overdressed for another movie date.” Emma pointed out, leaning against the counter as she took a sip of her latte.

“Well, my dearest sister,” You said, not being able to keep the smile off your face at the thought of your plans for the day, “don’t you worry your little head since you don’t have to think of an excuse to get out of the apartment. Honestly, you have the apartment to yourself! My boyfriend and I are going on a little adventure today.”

“Finally.” She breathed out, before realizing it, “I mean, that’s great!”

You laughed, pouring yourself some water, “Don’t try to hide the fact that you’re over the moon with this news.”

This caused her to give you a sheepish grin, “Can you blame me? The two of you literally can’t keep your hands off each other.”

“At least the more intimate things are done behind closed doors.” You started to tease her.

She covered her ears with her hands, “Ew, ew, ew, ew. Please stop. That’s too much information and I really don’t need, nor want, to know that.”

You started cracking up, her sister now joining her.

When the doorbell rang, signalling that Fred was there to pick you up, Emma gave you a teasing smile, “If I were you, I wouldn’t keep him waiting.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t.”

“Where is our destination today, sweetheart?” Fred asked, looping his arm around yours.

“Well,” You drawled, giving him a smile, “it’s a surprise - so, you’ll just have to wait and see.”

“Not even a hint?”

“Nope.”

The two of you climbed into your car, Fred sitting next to you in the passenger seat then you started to drive to your destination.

“Really no hints?”

“Freddie.”

“Okay. I’ll wait.”

The music coming from your playlist played in the background, seeing your boyfriend’s excitement, you couldn’t help but give in.

“Fine, I’ll give you a hint.”

Fred’s eyes lightened up like a toddler on Christmas morning, “Tell me please!”

You giggled at his antics, “Where we’re going to today - it’s actually not that much of a tourist attraction - but, I remember when you took me to the park where you and George discovered that bridge. I also wanted to take you to a sentimental place for me.”

“I would be honored to visit this place with you.” He said, pressing a kiss to your temple as he squeezed your hand.

You parked the car near a small, dark building that looked like it had been abandoned years ago.

Swiping your hand on the sign that was placed on the door, the words: Wordplay appeared.

“I know that it’s probably not as sentimental as your place.” You said, a wave of nostalgia washing over you, “But, this place means the world to me.”

Fred wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder, “Is it a bookstore?”

You nodded, “Yeah. This was the bookstore where I first discovered my love for reading. Whenever I would feel down, I would just head here and read. But, it closed a few years ago. It’s just, some of my happiest memories were here.”

The two of you stayed silent for a moment before you spoke up, “I know - it’s silly.”

“What?” Fred said, “What’re you talking about? It’s not silly. This place has a huge impact on your life - I understand. I mean, at first I thought you would find the bridge at the park a bit silly. But, you didn’t because you understand the sentiment of it. Now, I understand how much this bookstore means to you.”

You gave him a grateful smile, “Thank you, Freddie.”

--

After the bookstore, you went to the Empire State building and took a little visit to Times Square.

“You want to get some food before we head home?” You asked while you stopped at traffic.

Fred nodded, “Sure. What did you have in mind?”

A smile graced your lips as the idea popped up into your head, “I know the perfect place.”

“Oh yeah, let’s go then.” Fred said with a smile.

You navigated the car to one of your favorite restaurants, then led Fred inside.

“Hey Y/N!” One of the waiters greeted you, “I’ll have a table for you in just a minute.”

“Thanks Sam.” You said, giving him a small smile while your boyfriend quirked a brow at you.

You grinned at him sheepishly, “I’ve been quite often, so, they kinda all know who I am.”

Sam then appeared and led you two to a table, once you two had settled down - he handed you the menus before nodding towards Fred,

“New friend of yours?”

You shook your head, “He’s my boyfriend.”

Sam looked at you with wide eyes, “He’s the British hottie you wouldn’t shut up about?”

You silently cursed him at revealing the fact that you wouldn’t stop talking about Fred - honestly, you tried to not make it look like he was the only thing on your mind, but it was hard.

Your boyfriend couldn’t even bother to hide the smug and proud smile on his lips, “She calls me a ‘british hottie’?”

You hid your face behind the menu, pretending to read while Sam nodded, “Yeah. I swear, the minute she got off the plane - she came running here and talked my ear off.”

“Don’t you have work?” You said, giving him a look that said please shut up now before I kill you.

Sam just chuckled and proceeded to take your orders before disappearing to the kitchen.

The smile never seemed to leave Fred’s lips as he continued to look around, observing his surroundings.

You took a sip of water, “I am so sorry about that. That was quite embarrassing.”

“Embarrassing?” He asked, the smile not leaving his lips, “How is that embarrassing?”

You felt your cheeks turning redder than his hair, “Well, you just heard that I would almost always talk about you and I don’t want to come off as creepy or something.”

“Creepy?” He said, your innocence making him melt inside, “How can you say it's creepy? It’s actually adorable.”

“Adorable?” You laughed, “I talked all of my friends’ ears off about you and you find it adorable?”

He chuckled, “I do. I basically did the very same for you. You can ask each and every one of my siblings and let’s see if they don’t complain about how much I talk about you.”

--

“I’m bored.” Fred said, staring at the tv where a random series was playing.

“Me too. “ You sighed, laying your head on his shoulder.

The scene showed the couple going on a road trip to rekindle the fire that they once had.

“I have an idea.” You suddenly said, raising your head up.

“Please do tell.” Fred said, immediately scooping up the remote and pausing the show, “Before this corny show melts my brain into goo.”

“It’s kind of an impulsive decision and all - and it’s okay if you’re not onboard with the whole idea.” You said.

Fred whined, “Just tell me.”

“I was kinda thinking that we should go on a little road trip - like it would take around 1 or 2 weeks.” You suggested.

His eyes lit up, “That’d be great - when are we leaving?”

“How does tomorrow sound?”

--

“Are you sure that you’ll be okay here?” You asked your sister while packing your suitcase for your little road trip with Fred.

She playfully scoffed, leaning against the doorframe of your room, “I can take care of myself. I’m not a toddler anymore.”

You closed your suitcase and zippered it up before running a hand through her hair, “In my eyes, you’ll always be my baby sister.”

Emma swatted your hands away with a small smile on her face, “Fred is the one you should be coddling, not me.”

This caused you to laugh, “Truthfully speaking, my boyfriend is the one who coddles me - but, I’m not complaining.”

“You shouldn’t be.” A cheeky voice then said, revealing Fred standing by the bedroom door, “Because you told me that you find it adorable and you keep making grabby hands towards me.”

Dramatically gasping in the manner that Fred often would and said, “That is an exaggeration! I do not make grabby hands towards you.”

Her sister wore an amused smile, “Please continue.”

“Do not!”

Fred smiled, deciding to humor your sister, “Well, there are days when she doesn’t want to move at all. Not that I’m complaining, of course - I could cuddle with your sister all week long. But, when she’s needy - she’s like this cute little puppy dog who’s just begging for your attention, in a good way if I may add, and you just couldn’t resist her. I mean, no one could.”

“Stop.” You whined, giving a pout as an invisible brush ran a tint of red over your cheeks, “You’re embarrassing me.”

“Aaw.” Fred cooed, pressing a brief kiss on your pout, “You’re adorable.”

“Stop it.” You whined, causing him to chuckle

“You just look so adorable.” He smiled, kissing your forehead.

“Okay, please spare me now. I’ve had my share and my fun. Now, shoo!” Emma said.

“Eager for us to leave already?” You asked

“Yes please, so go!”

After telling your sister not to burn down the house as a bid of goodbye, the two of you hopped into your car and drove off to nowhere in particular.

Okay, not really “nowhere”, you were headed to see the Statue of Liberty before seeing Niagara Falls - but let’s get real, you're with Fred, so there would be a lot of detours along the way.

--

“Can we stop here?” Fred asked with a childish grin as the Statue of Liberty came into view.

“Okay.” You said, putting the car in park as you and your boyfriend came out.

You were too busy admiring the 93 meter statue that you didn’t notice Fred pop open the trunk of the car and pulled something out of it.

You then turned around to see Fred walking away from the car,

“Where are you going?”

He gave you a smile, “The park. I heard the view is amazing from there.”

Not knowing what he was on about, you just shrugged it off and followed him to the park.

Next thing you knew, a little checkered picnic blanket laid on the grass, along with all your favorite foods and your boyfriend holding out a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

You couldn’t help the smile that grew on your face, gently peeling the bouquet from Fred’s hands and giving a small sniff, “What’s all this for?”

“Can you be more specific?” He said, his own smile not wavering

“This.” You said, nodding towards the picnic.

Fred shrugged, “Just something I thought of yesterday. So far, our dates consisted of movie nights and sightseeing - and I love it. But, I personally think that a Queen like you deserves a picnic date while watching the sunset behind the Statue of Liberty.”

You smiled so much that your cheeks started to hurt, but you couldn’t care one bit, all you could care about was your loving boyfriend.

As the sun painted the sky red and orange with specks of gold, you leaned against Fred’s chest watching the colors dance in the sky.

“Thank you.” You quietly said as you looked up at him, as to not disrupt the peace.

He gave you a slightly puzzled look, “For what darling?”

“For giving me the best days of my life.”

--

You backed into the parking lot of your apartment, coming back from your little road trip to Niagara Falls.

“That was literally the best two weeks of my life.” Fred smiled, slinging an arm around your waist as he helped you carry your luggage up to your apartment.

“I couldn’t agree more.” You said, leaning your head against his shoulder, “I just can’t believe that you’ll be going back to London next week.”

Your boyfriend heaved a sigh, “I know. Sometimes, I wish that you didn’t have to live so far.”

As you stepped into the elevator, you stood on your tiptoes and pressed a small kiss to his cheek, causing him to crack a small smile.

“I know that the fact that we have to do international travel just so that we can see each other is a big hassle and we do get to call each other everyday and all - but, it’s not really like the real thing.” You said

“But, we just have to really wait until we get married and you can move in with me.” Fred immediately said.

You looked at him, “What?”

The blush crept up to his cheeks as he tried to explain, “Well, I don’t really mean to be too straightforward and all. But, I can’t deny that I don’t fantasize about getting married with you, living with you and having a family with you. I know that we’ve just been together for a month and all. And I understand that you would want to take things slow and-”

He was (happily) interrupted when you had enough of his (adorable) antics and pressed your lips to his, effectively shutting him up.

“That sounds like the perfect plan.” You said, giggling at the sight of a flustered and practically speechless Fred Weasley.

--

“In case you haven’t noticed Y/N, he’s been holding on to you like you're his remaining lifeline and it’s his last day on the land of the living.” Emma said, observing you and Fred making the most of your last hours together on the couch.

“It might as well be my last day on the land of the living.” Fred joked, pulling you as close to him as humanly possible.

Gently swatting his arm at his joke, “Shut up.”

The two of you had three hours before you had to head to the airport so that your boyfriend won’t be late to his flight.

So, the only reasonable way to spend those three hours was to stay as close to each other as human boundaries made possible - as Fred put it.

“I’ll let you have those three hours to yourselves.” Emma said, “I’m meeting up with a friend anyway.”

“So,” You said, laying your head onto Fred’s lap, “How’re we going to spend our last three hours together?”

Fred shrugged, “I don’t know. As long as I get to hold you close for three hours straight.”

“Wouldn’t you grow numb by then?”

“I don’t care if I get paralyzed - as long as we get to cuddle.”

“Even if you could get into a coma?”

“Are you kidding me, woman? A coma is the equivalent of kissing you for years.”

You jokingly rolled your eyes at him, “Such a hopeless romantic.”

“Hey!” He complained with a small smile, “Technically, I’m not a hopeless romantic if the girl I love basically loves me back.”

“Good point - but, that doesn’t hide the fact that you could be an idiot at times.”

“I could live with that. As long as I’m your idiot.”

“You better only be my idiot.”

--

Three hours seem to go by quicker than you anticipated - next thing you knew, the two of you were driving to the airport.

You were unusually quiet on the drive, so Fred knew something was bothering you - not to mention that he knew exactly what it was.

He gently placed a hand on your knee, rubbing his thumb across it in an attempt to soothe you.

“I’m fine.” You said, keeping on hand on the steering wheel as the other rested on top of Fred’s.

“I never said that you weren’t.” He quietly said, looking up at you.

“Well, with the way you’re looking at me - I thought that you would ask.” You joked, trying to diffuse the tension.

Fred chuckled, “Love, I’m not dying - I just happen to live 3,549 miles from you.”

This caused you to laugh, “You really did some research on that, huh?”

“Of course I did.” He said, pecking a kiss to your cheek, “because even if we were hundred of thousands of miles apart - I would still find my way to you.”

You giggled, “You’ve done better on the pick-up lines, Freddie.”

“Hey!” He complained, poking your waist, “Take that back.”

You tried to keep the wheel steady as you tried to swat his hand away, “Freddie! I’m driving!”

“But you could still call my pick-up lines cheesy.” Fred huffed, poking your waist.

You swatted his hand away again, “I did not say that they were all cheesy - but this one is. So, can you let this wait until we reach the airport unless you want us to crash into a tree.”

“Fine.” He pouted, leaning back into his seat.

You pulled up into the parking lot of the airport, once the car had stopped - you immediately got out before Fred could start tickling you again.

Hearing the footsteps following you, you started to run faster but Fred’s lankiness didn’t really fit to your advantage.

Your feet were lifted off the ground as Fred had managed to catch up to you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“You won’t be able to get away from me that easily, sweetheart.” He whispered, the hoarseness of his voice along with the accent caused shivers to travel down your spine.

You shrugged, “Well, I tried.”

“Now,” He said, poking your waist again, “Say that my pickup lines are not cheesy.”

You pretended to think about it, “What if I don’t want to?”

“Then.” Fred squeezed the ticklish spot by your waist, “I’ll make you.”

A mischievous glint appeared in your eyes as you shook your head, causing you to squeal as he squeezed your waist again.

“Okay! Okay!” You squealed, “Your pick up lines are not cheesy!”

Fred smiled, putting you down and planting a brief kiss on your lips, “That’s my girl.”

--

Even if the two of you walked as slowly as you could without stealing weird glances from the other people at the airport, the inevitable was still inevitable.

Fred’s flight number was being broadcasted off the speakers, advising the passengers to start boarding the plane.

Neither of you bothered to keep the tears at bay as Fred pulled you into one last hug.

“I’m going to miss you.” You admitted, practically sobbing into his hoodie.

Fred kissed your hairline, “Me too, sweetheart. But, I’ll call you alright? I’ll call you every. Single. day. “

“Okay.” You said, pressing one last kiss to his lips.

Fred tilted his suitcase and made his way to the line, not before giving you a wink, “By the way, Miss Americana, I left two sweaters in your closet - just in case you miss me.”

You giggled through your tears, flashing him a smile, “London Boy, you’re the best boyfriend ever.”

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Locker

Adrian x male reader

wc: 1,035

notes: First fic of this account, hope you like it! :]

Getting pushed into a locker by your teammates was not how you expected to confess to your crush.

You'd been shoved into a medium-sized locker, obviously big enough for two people to barely fit in. You tried not to breathe too hard, but Adrian was so close to you; he made it hard not to freak out. You gently sighed as you realized why they did this.

You told them a few weeks ago, "I like Adrian; it's just really hard to tell if it likes me." They managed to get you to confess this by picking apart your expressions when Adrian was in the room. As Emilia had said, "You're awful at hiding it, you look like you're going to melt into a puddle anytime Adrian says hi to you." Adebayo had said something similar, but you both brushed them off at the time. "It's not like he likes me back anyway, so what's the point? He probably doesn't like guys like that." You should have noticed the mischievous glint in the girl's eyes when you said that, but you managed to miss it, being completely oblivious to their plan.

Everyone on the team had started to tease you about your crush anytime they could for the next week, causing you to be practically drown in fluster. But you never thought they would take it as far as to shut you in a spare locker with Adrian inside.

Getting forced into the tiny locker made you disoriented for a few seconds, taking a small breath to gain you bearings again. That was when you noticed who was next to you. Well, next to you was an understatement. Adrian was standing thigh to thigh with you, only a small gap between your torsos and heads, enough to breathe. The second you realized where you were and who you were with, your breath catched.

You stared with wide eyes at the brunette in front of you with disbelief that your teammates would do this. Adrian stared back for a few seconds before happily waving at you as if your faces weren't mere inches from each other's. "Hi, why are we in this locker?" He let his hand drop to his side as he questioned you with a hopeful gaze. "Well…" You didn't exactly know how to answer that inquiry from him. The only way you could think to word it would give away your feelings for him. You couldn't just respond, "Oh, they just want me to confess my love for you, so they trapped us in here."

Once you paused, you could hear the voice of Chris yelling to you, "Just tell him, and we will let out!" You grumbled at Chris, letting Adrian hear that you needed to tell him something. You managed to get your arms to your chest and crossed them, trying to close yourself off from Adrian. "What do you need to tell me?" You knew the question was coming, but it still made you sigh when you heard it. "It's… nothing." You looked anywhere but at Adrian, opting to staring at the small gaps in the metal door that let little streams of light into the box. "Dude. It's obviously important if they shoved you in here with me. What is it?"

You were starting to get flustered with all this attention on you from your crush. "I don't think you really want to know." You muttered just loud enough for him to hear you. "Maybe I do. I mean, the faster you tell me, the faster we get out of here." He put a hand on your shoulder, which caused you to jump a little and your heart to unbearably speed up. You started to weigh the chances that Adrian would react badly as you tried to make a decision to tell him or not. You could just as easily use force to open the metal door and get out, but then again, when will you have another chance to ever tell him how you feel?

You took a breath to try to steady your hectic nerves. Never had you thought this was how it was going to go. You hadn't expected to confess to your long-time crush in a tiny metal locker while your teammates and friends waited on the other side, listening to everything you say. Adrian was looking at you with an unbearably vulnerable shine to his eyes while he tried to study your emotions, even if he was horrible at it. The more you think about it this seems to the most emotional you've ever seen him. You tried to shake the thought that that emotion would soon be disgusted or angry.

"I love you." You said it. You really said it. You couldn't handle seeing Adrian's face morph into disgust, so you tightly closed your eyes, bracing for whatever he was going to say. "You do?" That's something you weren’t expecting. Instead of his voice being filled with malice and anger towards your feelings, you heard his heart filling his vocal cords and landing on both his questioning words. When you looked up, you saw that Adrian had glassy eyes, tears welling up on the corners. "Don't cry." You untangled your arms to reach up and brush the small tears streaking down his face.

Giving him a small, hopeful smile, you mumbled, "I absolutely do love you, no doubt." A giant grin spread across his face after you said that, quickly moving forward to lock his lips with yours. The kiss was quick but well needed, with all the emotions hanging in the air. As he pulled away, he kept his forehead against yours. "Oh my god, I thought you didn't like guys. I never thought you loved me back- holy shit-" You cut off Adrian's ramblings with a small chuckle. "Wow, the Adrian Chase was nervous about feelings?" He smiled at him as he puffed an annoyed sigh at you.

Suddenly, the door opened, sending you falling to the ground with a thud. Adrian had landed on top of you, with all of the 11th Street Kids standing around the two of you. He looked around with a happy smile. "Hi!" "Adrian, you're crushing me -" "Oh sorry -" The room was filled with laughter, and that was the start of your relationship.

[itsbeaconhillsbaby]

the way I love you // tom holland x reader

a/n: hello my lovelies! it’s been a little while since I posted something, this piece has fully been kicking my butt but she’s finally here and I hope you like her even if she is a little rough around the edges. as always, love to know what you think. also, I will do an official post regarding rules but from here until I close them my * REQUESTS ARE OPEN * my 10th piece of writing (WHAT) is a requested piece that I'm so excited to share with you guys and the lovely human who requested it, so stay tuned for that but in the meantime, sending all the love, and I hope you're all staying safe out there, please enjoy! x 

word count: 2.1K warning: swearing, lil bit of angst if you squint summary: your best friend tom is helping you move in, but you have a secret and it’s been making things difficult. it’s time to fess up. 

The rain thumped against the windows, droplets eagerly chasing each other to the bottom. The wind whistled, branches reaching out as the trees shook. Soft wispy curtains were pulled tight to keep the cold, stormy weather locked outside. Yet the sounds of cars speeding through the flooded roads could still be heard from the storeys above. The room was almost bare, the orange glow of the streetlights casting warm shadows upon the wooden floorboards. A couple of unopened cardboard boxes were stacked up against one wall. One section of the room was lowly lit with battery-operated soft, twinkling fairy lights and flickering candles. The floor was decorated with a few cosy blankets and pillows. Half eaten cartons of sushi sat abandoned alongside a takeaway pizza box full of cheesy crusts. A laptop balanced precariously on one of the boxes, movie already playing. “Happy move-in day,” a voice whispers, just grazing past your ear. You lay on your front on the floor, wrapped up in an exceptionally fluffy blanket. Your best friend is sat semi cross-legged with his knees up, arms hooked around them, the pair of you only a breath apart. You turn your head lazily in his direction, unable to hide the grin from your face as he cocks his head, mimicking you with his own cheesy smile - noses almost touching. “Thanks for helping me out. Have I ever told you that you’re my favourite?” “Oh, not nearly enough.” He nudges your side, wiggling his eyebrows dramatically. You laugh, causing his face to soften at your expression before you focus your attention back to the small screen. Tom frowns slightly as you turn away, keeping his eyes on you as he drinks you in slowly. Your hair was almost completely dry from the rainstorm, and had begun curling at the ends and around your hairline, one piece had fallen across your face which he ached to tuck back into place behind your ear. You had a light flush across your cheeks, eyes shining bright as your face slackened, concentrating on the film. He let out a soft sigh before swallowing, dragging his eyes away from you and back to the movie. **** It hadn’t taken long for you and tom to gravitate closer to each other, a chill making its way through the apartment as you were yet to install a new heating system. You were tucked into his side, head resting gently against his shoulder, breaths synchronising. You shifted slightly, yet Tom kept a protective arm around you. A black screen took over the laptop as the credits started rolling. Tom let out a yawn, rubbing his eyes with one hand as he slowly sat up, bringing you with him. “I better go, it’s late and I have a bunch of meetings tomorrow. Plus you still have unpacking to do…” he teases, collecting some of the empty cartons. You nod, wrapping the blanket around your shoulders and gathering it around your waist as you hit pause on the laptop. Stretching your body out, you could already feel the twinges in your back from sitting on the hard floor. The sky had darkened considerably, storm worsening behind the curtains, rain lashing down hard. You glance across at tom, watching as he steps foot into the kitchen, tiding up the rubbish into a neat pile. You bite your lip slightly as you give him a once over. His hair was unruly, eager for a styling from Rachel as it attempted to curl against his forehead, and you could see where he’d been running his hands through it all day. You loved how relaxed he looked in your presence, allowing himself to be slightly unkempt and messy. You watched his mouth and eyebrows twitch animatedly as he cleaned up the kitchen, the sleeves of his oversized hoodie rolled up his forearms. Suddenly he looked up, eyes directly locking with yours and your felt your face flush. “Stop staring at me you div,” he teased, as his face breaking out into a grin, eyes creasing at the sides, still locked with yours. “Calm down movie star, you ain’t all that,” you laugh nervously, internally berating yourself for getting caught in a trance as you pick up the rest of the rubbish and join Tom in the kitchen, blanket slouched around your shoulders and trailing behind you. Truth was, something had changed during the last film Tom had been away filming for. Tiny butterflies would dance in your stomach whenever your phone pinged with a new message or silly photo he’d sent you. You brushed it off at first, thinking you were just missing his company. But by the time he got back, you felt nervous and giddy around him and everything was weird. It wasn’t until one day you found yourself waking up with a start as he began to infiltrate your dreams when you realised you were feeling very differently for your best friend than you’d ever felt before. “This place is nice, but I still don’t know why you turned us boys down though? Harrison said he asked before I came back and you said no?” he wondered aloud, miming an arrow through his heart as the pair of you make your way downstairs. You laugh at his antics but wrap the blanket that little bit tighter around yourself, finding the floor of your building suddenly extremely interesting. “Don’t tell me you’re sick of us lot already? We’ve been together too long for you to ditch us all now.” He gives you a little nudge in the arm with his elbow. You took a deep breath, shaking your hair out of your face. “I’ll still be round all the time. I literally live on the other side of the park,” you laugh as he pouts, “Tom, it’s not even 20 minutes away.” “Still doesn’t explain why you won’t move in with us?” You sigh, your frustration building. “Just leave it,” you snap, adding a quieter “please” after a beat. There’s a stifling silence as you both walk down the concrete staircase, you twist the mechanical lock on the front door and wait for the buzz as it clicks and opens up to the world outside.

Tom whistles at the torrential storm as he steps outside, trees were bending over, leaves billowing in the wind. The steps up to the building were gathering puddles of water and you could already see the road ahead was beginning to flood.

“Oh my god.”

The pair of you quickly throw the trash into the bin that was sitting at the bottom of some basement level steps.

“Listen, but I only ask because...it’s just, you’ve been a bit off since I came back from Atlanta. if it wasn’t for Harrison telling me he couldn’t make it today, you wouldn’t have even asked me to help you move in? What’s up with that?” he asks, standing behind you, shielding you from as much of the rain as he could.

“I just thought you’d be busy, y’know. What with being away for so long.”

“And? It’s not like that’s ever stopped you before. Seriously though, did I do something wrong? Did the boys? Because you can tell me.”

“Tom it’s nothing. Seriously, quit it.” Avoiding his stare, you shake your head and turn on your heel in an attempt to push the door back open but it stays firmly shut. You twist the handle multiple times as it jangles in response, remaining firmly locked. You freeze in immediate panic, feeling your pockets for your keys which were still sitting on your kitchen counter.

“Oh my god, no. No fucking way.”

“What? What is it?” He reaches a hand over your shoulder and gives the door a shove, “Is it stuck?”

“No tom, it’s locked! The wind must’ve closed it! I’ve left my apartment open and the keys are on the kitch – fuck! I’m such an idiot.”

“Hey it’s fine. Calm down. Hey, maybe if you lived with us we wouldn’t be having this problem…” he joked, pulling off his hoodie as thunder rumbled in the distance, the rain bouncing down onto the two of you.

“Now is really not the time Tom!” You exclaim, feeling your heart-rate spike, anxious about being locked out on your very first day living alone.

“Would you calm down, we’ll sort it. Your doors just unlocked, it’s not like you left it wide open.” 

“If you hadn’t been asking so many stupid questions, I wouldn’t have forgotten my keys in the first place!”

“Really?! You’re blaming me for caring about you? Alright listen, I just wanted to know what’s going on with you. I know you, and I know when something’s wrong! Why won't you just tell me?!”

“Oh my god, fine! You want to know so badly? It’s you, okay!” You shout, whirling around now standing chest to chest, you could feel your eyes burning with the tears you were fighting back, “You’re the reason I can’t move in with you guys! Because I hoped that this feeling would go away. If I avoided you it would go away and things would be normal and nothing would change. But that’s not the case!” You gulped in a breath, refusing to look into the deep brown eyes that were staring at you, so wide and confused, “That’s not the case, because every time I’m with you I feel like my heart is going to beat straight out of my chest. I get these stupid knots in my stomach whenever you so much as send me a fucking text. Sitting together in there side by side, alone together, casually watching a film and all I can think about is god, I wish he’d just kiss me! I don’t want to fall in love with you because this,” you gesture between the two of you, “what we are, it’ll all be gone and I’ll have ruined everything. And I can’t Tom. I can’t deal with that. So, there you go. I’m in love with you, and I hate myself for it. So, what? Are you happy now?! Does that clear everything up for you!”

Tom froze.

Your chest heaves, the tears that you let fall mixing in with the rain, leaving you sniffling. You push your soaking wet hair out of your face, roughly wiping your cheeks as you turn and hit the buzzer for the apartment block, banging your fist on the main door. 

“C’mon!”

Tom stood silently, still frozen outside your apartment entrance, the rain so heavy it was bouncing off of his clothes. His curls were flattened, droplets dripping from his hair, his nose, his eyelashes. his t-shirt was already drenched by the rain, fabric clinging to his frame. He blinks, once, twice then once more, his jaw unclenching.

He reaches forwards, fingertips lightly caressing your hand, his featherlight touch pulsating through your entire body.

You tear your hand away from him, a gasp letting loose, “Don’t.”

He perseveres, pulling you round, more forcefully this time until you are nose to nose again.

Your body shivers in the cold, wet air as you stare at the ground. Tom’s firm grip around your wrists.

“Look at me,” he says, his voice soft and gentle.

You squeeze your eyes shut, shaking your head as you exhale breathily.

He lets go of you, your hands curled into small fists at your sides, nails digging into your palms.

One hand lifts your chin to his level, his thumb softly collecting the mixture of tears and rain from beneath your eyes and brushing them away.

“I wish you’d just told me. It would’ve saved you all this hurt.”

His left hand comes up and tucks the soaking wet pieces of hair that has been whipping around your face in the wind gently behind your ear. Stroking the stray strands. 

Your teary, glistening eyes connect with his. They were alive with such care and concern. Before you knew it, that feeling was back in the pit of your stomach, pulling and twisting in knots as you stared into the eyes of the boy you loved. 

You blinked, eyelashes fluttering when all of a sudden, the hand that had brushed your tears away cradles the side of your head, bringing your faces together, the other hand lightly fluttering to your waist, pulling you in closer. 

The rain continued to fall, the two of you completely oblivious as your lips brush, foreheads pressed together. It’s soft and slow, almost uncertain at first before immediately intensifying, the two of you pushing your bodies against each other. You take a breath as he strokes your cheek and your lips with his thumb, pulling you back in for another gentle kiss with a hand to the back of your head, tangling in your soaking hair as he presses your faces closer together. 

The pair of you pull away, both your chests heaving as you exhale. 

“Why did you do that?” you ask, voice raspy. 

“Because. that’s the way I love you. Not just as a friend. And for years, I sat on it, too scared to ruin what we have.”  You shake your head, as a couple of bubbles of laughter spill from your lips. Tom’s face brightens up quickly, those little creases that you loved so much appearing at the outward corners of his eyes as he whispered, “C’mere. I got you.” 

He pulled you in, your arms immediately wrapping around his waist, his body cold under your hands. You could hear and feel his heartbeat, still in perfect time with your own. He tucked his chin so it was resting atop your head. His arm hadn’t moved, still cradling the back of your head, pressing you ever so carefully into his chest, the two of you just resting in each others embrace as the rain eased up slightly around you.

There was a beat, as you both relaxed into each other. 

“So, I'm glad we solved one problem, but you do know we’re still locked out, right?” Tom says as the pair of you burst out laughing. 

[lavandermin]

if all stars fell at once (3) | xiao

pairing | xiao/reader

word count | 3.8k

genre | fluff, light angst, developing relationship, overall domestic

warnings | eventual smut, nightmares

Dark and suffocating. Every corner had entities reaching to restrain you. You were panicked, running down unknown streets despite lead-heavy legs— despite not being able to scream. Like a thick syrup, the stress crept into your chest, filling your lungs as your eyes darted back and forth looking for an answer, a way out.

This warped reconstruction of memories and experiences with sinister manifestations was never ending. A second weighed on you like a century; trapped in the box of dreams conjured by your mind.

The Sea of Clouds was nothing more than a desolate wasteland. Buildings you'd known for years looked unsettling with details that were a little off— stairs that led to nowhere, the shadowy forms that lurked in the deepest corners of your peripheral vision… This was the inescapable circumstance of the environment your mind constructed. Like a labyrinth of the mind that left a sense of impending peril. Though there wasn’t a soul that could be found in any of the deepest recesses of the harbor, there was an ever-present feeling of being followed— watched.

Something was after you. Down deserted streets and abandoned alleyways the ambiguous figures followed you. By the ominous presence of a colorless sky above the harbor, you knew anything encountered here would not seek to be well-intentioned. And still knowing this was nothing but a nightmare, there was always something that filled you with paralyzing trepidation at finding out what fate awaited you if the evil entities consumed you.

Fear of the unknown.

It was always like this. Yet you could never stop the suffocating dread that enveloped your form and drove you forward as adrenaline fueled your heavy limbs.

With legs fighting to continue forward, you take a sharp turn to increase the distance between yourself and the malevolent figures inching closer.

‘I’m scared.’ But your thoughts echoed helplessly around you.

The entities dripped with malice, pouring out of cracks in the buildings and trudging through the stone paths. No longer holding a cohesive form, they began to merge and fight to walk over each other to reach the nightmare’s victim.

You tightly squeezed your eyes shut, body seized with recoiling anxiety. But nothing came. Instead, there was a gentle hand that placed itself on your shoulder.

‘I’m here,’ Xiao’s voice reassured. He pulled you towards him, delicately holding you in a protective embrace. There was an immediate shift in the air around you. ‘I won’t allow them to hurt you anymore.’

Behind him, you could begin to see the harbor chip away into ashen particles that glowed wispily. The dark entities seemed to melt away, seeping into the cracks and grooves of the cobblestone like a murky syrup.

Your body became light and airy in his hold, and you wanted nothing more than to stay in his safety for all eternity. Now more at ease, you slowly raised your clouded gaze to meet his golden irises, firm and reassuring.

‘May this nightmare release you from its hold.’

Tenderly, Xiao pressed his lips to your forehead and the crumbling mind-space around you was forgotten. It was as if the nightmare was unraveled and recondensed within the palm of his hand, and left you feeling like a wave of drowsiness settled in to fill it’s absence. Everything went blank, feeling like you succumbed to another slumber within your slumber.

Euphoric and warm. Finally, peace found you for a restful sleep.

—

Distant hums of mourning doves and the tranquil drips of raindrops playing melodies on puddle surfaces greeted Qingce Village as morning settled in. The sky was grey yet maintained bright as the sun still managed to break through much of the condensed clouds. The sluggish morning greeted you with a breath of ease.

With a stretch and a yawn, you peered one eye open. Across the room, you spotted Xiao seated against the wall, arms crossed over his chest as his head slowly nodded off to the side. He was dozing off, if not already asleep. Had he stayed the whole night? You clutched the warm blankets a little tighter around your cozied-up form, eyes fluttering shut to try and recall your dream.

...Nothing.

No matter how much you tried to recall anything, even the vague feeling of the dream, ultimately you were left empty-handed. Though it wouldn’t be the first time that you woke up being unable to recall a dream, this time felt deliberate. There was a distinct feeling lingering in the back of your mind you couldn’t quite describe. You could only imagine that it meant the nightmare was eaten as Xiao mentioned.

You glanced back over at the dozed off yaksha, his face peaceful and loose stands endearingly strewn about his face. When he had first mentioned dream eating a few nights ago, you got the feeling he was a little reluctant to do so. Despite his usual calm, aloof demeanor, there was some body language you learned to pick up on. Xiao is never one to lie to you, as he is curt and blunt in his own polite way, so you could only hope he wasn’t putting himself in danger with this.

You force the spiral of thoughts away before it festers any longer. No use getting in your head about it. It would only worry you sick if you kept deliberating. And much like Xiao is straightforward, perhaps you, too, should just ask him about it. You’d think about it.

With quiet movements so as to not disturb the sleeping adeptus, you waddled over draped in warm covers to put around him.

‘He looks really tuckered out,’ you noted, brows furrowing ever so slightly with momentary worry.

The moment you crouched down to brush a strand of hair out of his face, his hand quickly shot out to grab your wrist. His golden eyes opened frantically, narrowing momentarily at the sudden disturbance only to be met with your startled whimper and remorseful expression.

“I–I’m sorry to scare you awake!” you apologized hurriedly. Upon seeing it was only you and not an enemy, his expression returned to a more neutral state as he released his deafening grip on your wrist. “I thought you might be cold sitting on the floor so… I…”

Xiao wordlessly eyed the large blanket that practically swallowed your entire form and trailed behind you. It made you look so tiny in comparison.

He eyed the way your fingers absentmindedly massaged where he gripped with a little too much force. Concern settled in, and his gloved fingers gently reached out to check the tender flesh.

“Your wrist— did I injure you?” His eyes searched your face intently for any hint of pain or discomfort.

It only tingled, the prior pressure lingering and slowly subsiding. You shook your head, gingerly draping half of the blanket over him and huddling up next to him. He didn’t protest the gesture, the gentleness of your actions becoming something Xiao’s grown fond of.

You offered him a reassuring smile. “No, I’m okay. I startled you pretty badly… Were you having a bad dream?”

He hummed, pensive as he leaned his head back to thump softly against the wall. “Adepti don’t dream. When a mortal dream is consumed, it lingers in fragments that soon disappear not long after. I can only briefly be part of that dream as a means to get rid of it, so it’s as close to dreaming as I can experience.”

Perhaps dreams were akin to adeptal realms, and he left such inferences at that. His only goal was to rid you of the nightmares that resurfaced as of late.

“I see...” You contemplated, both perplexed and enthralled by this ability Xiao had proven to possess. And though you didn’t actually witness it, the inability to remember last night’s dream was proof enough that it worked. “So, does that mean you got rid of one of my nightmares?”

“Yes. It’s fragments are mostly gone.”

With a looming sense of guilt, you asked, “Are they scary? The nightmares, I mean.”

“No,” he responded without second thought. Considering his past— the likes of which you were still vastly unfamiliar with— any nightmares he had consumed were few and far in between. “Nightmares are conjured by the mortal mind as visual human fears. Often adepti will not be able to experience this except for myself through dreams I consume, but I’m not afraid of what I encounter. No matter what I see, I know it’s only an illusion. The feeling of the dream only lingers similar to the taste of food.”

You felt like a curious child; asking too many questions about something that piqued your interest. Still, Xiao entertained you all the same, answering your questions about dream eating with all the patience in the world. It made for a nice morning chat on such a drowsy day made to be spent huddled under warm covers.

The sparkling glint your eyes held as you hung on every word, or the way your soft, pink lips parted slightly with a silent gasp as he elaborated— it never tired him. It made his chest ache sweetly with that recurring feeling. Perhaps if his range of emotions were similar to yours, he would be smiling like he biggest love-struck fool right now.

“So, think about it, okay?” You finished with a beaming grin.

Oh. You had been talking. How long had he been distracted? He can’t even remember the last thing you said, too busy sorting out his mind. The adeptus could only blink confusedly at you as you stood up, hands on your hips lacking admonishment with the amused smile that quirked the edges of your lips up.

Rare was the moment you would catch the highly-attentive Conqueror of Demons off guard. Though his face remained neutral, you didn’t miss the momentary bewilderment in his eyes when he wasn’t sure how to respond. You took that as cue that his mind had momentarily drifted elsewhere.

“I said I wanted to repay you for helping me with the nightmare issue, but you seemed distracted. Did you fall asleep with your eyes open?” you jokingly teased as you waved your hand in front of his face.

Xiao averted his gaze, lightly scoffing, “Don’t be absurd. Adepti have no need for sleep. And payment isn’t necessary— I did this because I wanted to.”

There are many things you know about Xiao, and perhaps twice as many more things you had yet to learn about him. Your knowledge was already far surpassing what most mortals knew of him, but your advantage lay within the boundaries of a more personal relationship with an adeptus— a true rarity indeed. However, the subtle shade of scarlet twinging his ears as he hid his composed facade behind dark teal hair… there was no doubting it, much to his unvoiced chagrin.

Ah, you noted, so he’s embarrassed.

A relationship, unclearly defined by little gestures and subtlety in words that were mere whispers of deeper pining. There were complex feelings at hand, but the universe would show kindness and move for you both at the pace needed to meet each other halfway. Not rushed, but never stagnant. It was achingly slow and sweet to share moments of vulnerability among each other, here within walls that weren’t privy to prying eyes. And it was moments like this that fell into a rhythm— a wavelength— that seemed to pull an invisible string connecting you both together.

You didn’t tease him for the embarrassed pinks on his cheek, and for that he was grateful.

“Still, I want to do something for you.” You stopped him before he could protest, turning at the door frame of your washroom. “I’m doing this because I want to. It can be anything you want, as long as it makes you happy.”

With that, the door clicked shut and he was left with his lips parted in quiet bewilderment. Distant sounds of running water filled the deafening silence as he sat back with a deep sigh. Adepti are the ones relied on for favors and wishes. How strange— to have a mortal so readily offer to fulfil an adeptus’s curiosities with your limited capabilities. To bring him happiness… Something he didn’t see any benefit in, nor did he think he was capable of feeling happiness.

Xiao thought deeper into it, analyzing what exactly it was that filled him with a strange unease. Something that made him happy…

Happiness. He scoffed at himself at the mere thought. He was made to kill, to defend the land by any means necessary. His happiness… It was never a factor in his contract. It played no greater role in how swiftly he cut down blighted monsters. Happiness was not the weapon he relied on in the face of evil he vanquished. So, why was he giving himself a headache trying to figure out what made him feel happiness? An emotion he wasn’t very familiar with to begin with.

Here you were, showing— what? Mortal arrogance? No. His perceptiveness as an adepti was far too knowing, and perhaps the truth was what puzzled him more. What you showed him was genuine kindness, and perhaps a shred of naivete you clung onto.

He found himself warm with amusement when he thought about it— about how you treated him like you would any human. Where most would tremble at the sight of him or treat him with the reverent idolization that mortals do, you were instead treating him like one would a close friend. And maybe, if it were anyone else, he would see it as blatant disrespect. But if it’s you— since it’s you, he oddly sees no reason to raise a fuss about it despite himself.

It was a nice change of pace to feel at ease around you. A lighthearted reverie of mundane human life, and a moment of freedom from the heartache that burdened him as an adeptus.

Languidly, he scanned the room with unfocused amber eyes, your distant hums echoing in a muffled melody from beyond the other room. The glaze lilies from the other night had been moved to the desk by a window, the closed buds subtly glowing as they picked up on muffled hums of wordless songs and opened up shyly to your song.

Much like it’s difficult to find the right harmony favored by the delicate flower, Xiao wondered what made you bloom… and decided he would find happiness in figuring out your melody.

——

You blinked, mouth wordlessly opening and closing just the same. The words even made you fumble with your needle as you were stitching some intricate embroidery.

Finally gaining some composure, you cleared your throat but still ended up stuttering out, “W–Wait, I– Um– Could you…run that by me again?”

He had returned later that same day, when the moon was high in the sky and fireflies illuminated the still fields of Qingce with their soft glow. Seated patiently across from you, Xiao held your gaze firmly with arms folded across his chest.

“I’d like for you to enlighten me more about mortal emotions. If I want to get to know you better, I can’t avoid being a bit more knowledgeable about them.”

The way he held your gaze firmly and with undeniable resolve meant he truly deliberated this for a while, though you hadn’t expected him to actually come forward so quickly. Truth be told, you expected him to take on an adeptus stance and simply pay you no mind.

With a softer voice, he added, “Consider it the one thing you can do for me. I want to… understand you. Fully.”

“A–Ah, I see. Okay, so I did hear you right the first time.” You were already starting to put away your materials. Better to avoid any mistakes while your mind was taking a second to refocus. “Well, it’s… it’s a bit of a broad topic, and I’m no Sumeru professor. But, I’ll still give it my best.”

Dealing with a battle-hardened warrior in an area they were unsure of was a little intimidating. But, you’ve seen moments where Xiao has shown you a gentler side, one more tender and soft. It gave you hope that things would come naturally to him over time. More than anything, your heart was taking the heat of the nerves. There was just… so much and yet so little to emotions— taken for granted when they were embedded into you without much second thought. It was a little dizzying to figure out how to best help him comprehend things he hasn’t experienced much.

You shook your spiraling thoughts away before they over-complicated themselves and made you short-circuit. “So, uhm, are there any specific emotions you don’t fully comprehend?”

Xiao hummed, eyes closed and brows slightly scrunched as he racked his brain. In the end he came up empty. “I’m not sure. I’ll leave it up to you.”

With a slow nod, you pieced together possible ways to go about this. For the span of time you knew him, Xiao always expressed his puzzlement with how humans worked— not out of disdain, but rather voicing his disconnect with them. To hear him want to finally break the surface rather than choose his usual path of avoidance, was surprising to you in every way.

Still, humans are social creatures by nature and such interactions are what sparks the reactive emotions as a result. You were positive his curiosity didn’t warrant the desire to be put head first in a sea of emotional enigmas. He wasn’t a ‘people person’— something you knew all too well. This desire to learn was something Xiao allowed himself to entrust you with. You and you only.

“I have no desire to figure out how every mortal works,” he explained, hoping it would help narrow down your jumbled thoughts. His voice lowered just a fraction— volume just above a whisper meant for you alone to hear. “Understanding you alone is enough for me to work with. Don’t overthink it.”

There was an undeniable heat that twinged your cheeks. Xiao was looking to unravel your feelings for him without even knowing it. But there was a slight excitement you felt at the idea of the dense yaksha in front of you figuring out what the ties that wound you both together meant. There was plenty to explore.

“Alright, well,” you started, “What I think you need is just… experience. On a human level. Maybe then some things will click easier.”

He felt the warmth of your hand as you sidled over next to him, hand reassuringly placed over his gloved one. Xiao nodded slowly, a little apprehensive at the prospect of needing to adjust his perspective.

You cleared your throat, anxious to be prying more into his personal being. “So, what makes you happy, Xiao?”

There was a brief pause, the gears visibly turning in his head as his brows knit together. He was left staring blankly at you. “Could you… explain?”

“Oh, right… Sorry,” you apologized. “It’s whatever makes you feel… uhm, pleasant. Like a warm, sunny feeling in your entire being. Sometimes it makes you smile or laugh, but in the end always leaves you feeling satisfied for a fleeting moment and then everything doesn’t seem so bad— no matter how much you’ve endured. It makes things worth the effort.”

“I see,” he nodded slowly. “What makes you happy?”

Avoiding the question— though it’s not like you expected him to answer easily. Some examples would probably help him understand best and you reasoned this would be a very hands-on learning experience for him in the end, anyway.

“Me? Hm…” You pondered it a moment, absentmindedly fiddling with the adepti amulet he gifted you. “Sitting under the stars. It’s one of my favorite moments of peace under the calm of the dark sky… The world around us shifts every moment that passes, but it’s a comfort that the stars remain a constant when I look up for hope to get me through another day.”

There was a distant look in your eyes that didn’t go unnoticed by Xiao. However, something about the delicacy of the moment told him now wasn’t the moment to prod into the heaviness that weighed on your heart. There was a reason you were still here, much like him— your will to go on became your greatest strength. You visibly snapped out of your musings, a rosy hue high on your cheekbones.

“Sorry for… that— Where was I? Oh, right. It’s not too hard to find something that makes you happy if it’s something you like doing. Reading books, the people I love and care about, the colors of the sky as the sun sets— all of these make me happy, too.”

The subtle embarrassment that tensed your shoulders at first was subsiding, settling into comfortable conversation. Maybe it’s the attentive way Xiao sat with his face propped on his fist, expression relaxed as he took in every little detail you gave— it was hard to feel flustered for long.

He leaned back against the wall, his arms folding over his chest as he exhaled from the effort it took to think long and hard about what sparked some form of happiness in him.

“And if I were to say that what brings me happiness is you,” Xiao starts, his amber eyes glowing subtly as they focused on you, “what would be your response?”

There would be many ways you could respond, but the instant the words registered in your head you were suddenly at a loss for words.

“T–That would depend… on what you consider me,” you stuttered out, voice slowly growing meeker under his burning gaze. The moment of silence as he hummed in thought felt like it lasted an eternity, your heart pounding loudly in your ears.

“I consider you my person.”

Your plush lips were left parted in quiet awe, eyes glittering like the sky you so dearly loved as they visibly widened. Any words you were going to stumble over were cut off when soft lips pressed at your cheek. The tender revelation didn’t need words, as Xiao was a man of communicating best through actions. Both mortal and immortal sat in the stillness of the room with matching rosy cheeks adorning their features.

“You…” The heat in your face seemed to match the intensity of the ache in your chest. “Kissing me so freely… You want my heart to stop, don’t you.” But you were smiling as you buried your face into his shoulder to hide the increasing redness on your cheeks.

Xiao shrugged, “You do it all the time.”

...Screw it.

Any other lighthearted remark he was about to say was cut off by your lips silencing him in a rushed kiss. It was hasty and sweet, your eyes tightly shut as you chose to respond in actions like he did. Golden irises widened briefly before fluttering shut, letting the feeling lead.

It was warm— the feeling in his chest, the shy innocence reddening his face, the gloved hand that settled on top of yours as it tenderly cupped one of his cheeks. Here before him you bloomed so beautifully that it made his heart ache and his mind go blank momentarily. Yes, he was positively sure of it now.

You made him happy.

[snowdrops-bubblegum-inkwell]

hey there! can I request hcs for the tweels, Malleus, Cater and Rook with a suuuuuuper touch starved s/o? they’re anxious about giving affection cause they aren’t used to it, but they basically melt when getting it. tysm!

Hey anon did you mean me??? Because this is me XD also Floyd, Mal, Cater AND Rook in the same post? You’re spoiling me!

• Jade’s patient and quite the gentleman with you. He usually lets you step forward first, but he notices just how shy you are trying to give affection. Intially he thinks maybe you’re just getting used to it, but he picks you on how you react when he reaches out first and asks you about it. When you tell him, Jade tells you not to worry.

• From then on he reaches out to you more often and makes sure to be more physically affectionate with you. Being touch starved does carry some negative symptoms- Jade would make quite sure to research it so he knows this- and he wouldn’t want his beloved partner experiencing that after all. He’s not as touchy as his twin, but Jade is more refined when it comes to his approach.

• Generally Jade does this in subtle ways, both to prevent you from getting too overwhelmed and stop you from ending up too embarrassed in public. He’ll hold your hand, brush a bit of hair behind your ear, kiss your cheek, keep a hand on your waist as he walks around with you- classy things, but it still keeps you close. He saves things like hugs or proper kisses for when you’re alone.

• Despite being a gentleman, Jade’s also an absolutely massive tease so when he sees you blush or melt into his touch, you’re not getting away from that without your blush darkening by two shades. He says things like “Oya oya, if you wanted affection that badly you need only ask, my dear.” while caressing your cheek or just after a kiss. Always with a smirk on his face that’s practically engineered to fluster you more. This is a little brutal when in private, since there’s no image he has to worry about, but you won’t escape it fully even in public. He can’t help the fact that your flustered face is simply too cute to resist, after all.

• Floyd is literally your ideal man if you’re touch starved. He absolutely loves being affectionate with you, from hugs to kisses he’s all for it! You’re his dearest shrimpy, so if you tell him about this then he’s going to amp the affection up to eleven- if you’re comfortable of course. But Floyd is a very touchy boyfriend even normally, so this is perfect for him.

• He’s not particularly bothered by the fact that you’re nervous to give affection yourself. Honestly, in a way, it makes him really happy! Whenever you’re able to gain the confidence to be affectionate with him first, no matter what mood he was in before, Floyd brightens up immediately. He returns it right away, even if it’s just holding his hand. He’ll have a big grin on his face and swing your arms back and forth, if you hug him he’ll spin you around… basically he’s trying to show you there’s no need to be nervous!

• Floyd thinks it’s absolutely adorable how you basically melt into a puddle whenever he’s affectionate with you. He’ll tease you about it too, saying things like “aw, did shrimpy miss me?” if he just arrived and similar phrases. If he ever upsets you though, don’t worry, he’ll always make it up to you. I hope you like getting attacked with kisses, because that’s one of he ways he does so. Floyd is also very shameless, so this will happen in public. It’s not even intentional all the time, he’s just an affectionate eel who adores you, so he’ll end up flustered you for sure- even if by accident- and roll with it because you’re just precious.

• Floyd will also tease you just in order to make you blush, drifting a bit close to you before a kiss, some touches lingering a bit longer, surprising you every now and then. He likes watching your face go red, and then seeing you sink into his touch afterwards. He thinks that you‘re just the cutest human in the world, so he can’t resist the urge to tease you a bit.

• Malleus is also touch-starved, he gets you. Not that he exactly knows what that means, but once you explain it he very much understands- and plans to ask Lilia more about it later. People rarely ever approach him, so it’s honestly no wonder that he understands the feeling. Malleus doesn’t really know how to navigate this whole thing, but he does his best for both your sakes.

• It’ll be a slow process for you both, likely the two of your gradually warming up to one another more and more over time. But Malleus loves being close to you; he loves the feeling of your hand in his, of having you in his arms. Due to that, he does his best to reach out to you more. Malleus sticks to holding your hand at first, especially because it’s such an easy, casual gesture to start off with. He doesn’t mind that you tend to be nervous about giving affection, and just makes sure you know that he’s always happy to recieve any attention from you. You are genuinely Malleus’ entire world, so nothing is too much to ask of him- even this.

• The second that Lilia informs him that being touch starved can carry negative consequences, be gets more serious about being more openly affectionate- particularly in private. You’ll notice him holding you more, kissing the top of your head, etc. He won’t mention that Lilia warned him about the negative effect it can have on you if you ask- but it’s pretty clear that he’s stepping up to make sure you’re emotionally healthy.

• Finds the way that you melt when recieving physical affection very cute. He won’t say it out loud, but it genuinely melts his heart seeing you so happy to accept his love. As someone so used to having others be intimidated by him, seeing you lean into his touch or hold him a bit tighter makes Malleus’ heart flutter. He’s always glowing afterwards, and some say he even seems a bit ‘less scary’ after because it’s hard to be intimidated by somebody who looks so joyful.

• Cater’s got you covered! Well, he thinks he does at first at least. One of his main ways of showing affection is to take pictures of you, and while he holds you hand pretty much 24/7 it’s not enough to help with the whole touch starved thing. You or someone else will have to point out that, while sweet, pictures don’t really help when it’s physical affection that you’ve been lacking long enough to cause this.

• Once it is pointed out, though, Cater goes out of his way to be extra affectionate- just right on top of the issue. He’s got an arm around your shoulders, greets you with hugs, everything! He’ll also spend time time researching online how to grapple with being touch starved and what it means for you. He’s gotta pay extra attention and do this right!

• If he’s busy, it’s Split Card to the rescue. Cater isn’t afraid to use his clones if you’re okay with it, giving you a few to snuggle whenever he has to do something. It doesn’t matter how many, he’s happy to push his magic as far as it’ll go so that you have tons of love! When he gets back though, then he switches back to just him, so that the real Cater has some time with you. But, in short, you don’t have to worry about not getting enough attention from him. Cater finds a way.

• Thinks the way that you lean into his touch is adorable, and definitely sneaks a few pictures whenever he can. He also has to physically resist the urge to take an impromptu selfie whenever your face goes red when you’re the one giving affection. It’s the kind of thing he wants to carry with him forever, and in truth, one such moment is probably set as his phone lock screen. In general, Cater does his best to up the physical affection for your sake- but din’g be surprised when his phone’s memory is eaten whole by the mountain of photographs he takes of you. He can’t help it, it’s how he shows he cares more than anything else.

• Oh, you poor dear, how has such a lovely creature such as yourself not been showered in the love you deserve!? Rook is more than happy to provide you all the affection you need and then some. By nature, Rook is a very loving boyfriend in all aspects, so he’s a good match for someone who’s starving for affection. While he does like keeping his private life private, he’s not afraid to let everyone know he loves you and this only emboldens him.

• Rook sees you as the most beautiful person alive, so often Rook’s physical affection is mixed in with sweet poetry and compliments. He’s a bit more subtle in public, sticking a bit closer to words over actions, but it’s namely because Rook doesn’t like anybody but you into his private life and such ‘acts of love’ are more part of that to him. But don’t worry- he’s still looking out for you and makes sure that you’re getting plenty of love. Not only because he firmly believes that you deserve it- and that frankly it’s a crime people haven’t been more affectionate with you- but because he doesn’t want you facing the negative side effects of being touch starved.

• Kisses on your cheek or back of your hand, quick pecks on the lips, hugs, holding your hand- all ways that Rook likes to stay close to you. He saves passionate kisses, cuddles, etc for when it’s just the two of you. The second you’re both alone, expect Rook to hold on and not let go of you unless he absolutely must. His dearest raison d’être has been robbed of this for too long, so he’s making up for it tenfold.

• Don’t worry about being nervous to reach out to Rook. Honestly, he finds it very endearing, and when you do it’s happily paid back to you. He’ll be happy if you start to break out of that shell a bit too, of course, but there’s something about the blush on your face when you slowly interlace your fingers with his or press a gentle kiss to his cheek just warms his heart. It’s even cuter how you melt right into his touch when he comes to you first- You’re too cute for your own good!

[jobean12-blog]

Truth or Dare

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 1,169

Summary: A friendly game of truth or dare leads you to uncovering the real truth about Bucky and how big he really is...

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club​ drunk drabble clean up and the super fun prompt below from @buckys-henley​ I got this amazing ask about the team playing truth or dare and things getting fun so I thought it worked well with the prompt! Hope you guys like this and it makes you laugh! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤

Warnings: lots of teasing and banter, friendly fun, cursing, the guys being ridiculous, fluffy fun, flirting, light smut at the end (18+ only please)

“Oh, come on Tony, quit picking dare, we all know you’ll do just about anything!” Steve yells this across the room and Tony’s eyebrows shoot up, “so you better give me something good then. Up your game Rogers!” Everyone oooooh’s and aaaaah’s, now waiting for Steve to give him a good dare.

Sam leans close to whisper in Steve’s ear and his eyes go wide, his face scrunching up in disgust. “I don’t wanna see that Wilson! No way!” Sam just shakes his head and waves him off, sitting back on the couch and grabbing a drink. “Steve, do it!” you shout, smiling wide when he just stares at you. Bucky nudges you with his elbow, “you may be sorry you said that doll face.”

When you turn toward Bucky you know your face must already be pink from his sweet endearment because he kisses your cheek, smiling softly before looking back to Steve. “Alright Tony. I dare you to whip your dick out right now.” Tony doesn’t even flinch as he takes a chug of his drink and stands, unzipping his pants and letting them drop to the floor.

You, Nat and Wanda all screech and hide while Pepper’s face remains unamused and not at all surprised. “OH MY GOD Buck. Tell me when it’s over.” You’ve buried your face in his chest, his arm now snaked around your waist and holding you close. “I promise I will.” You stay hidden, giggling when you hear everyone’s groans and laughter.

“It’s safe now doll.” You peek an eye out and see that Tony is looking smug and buttoning his pants. “Impressive, right?” Everyone starts laughing again and Steve blurts out, “not bad, but I mean, you haven’t seen a super serum dick yet.” Bucky smacks his knee, cackling, “yet? What the hell Steve, no one asked to see yours!” You can feel your face heating at the thought of how big Bucky might be and you quickly grab your drink, downing half in one gulp. “Hey, slow down baby girl, you don’t wanna miss any of this fun.” You wipe your mouth and nod, trying to keep your eyes from wandering between his legs.

You can tell the group is getting rowdier as people down more drinks, the conversation raunchier and the friendly insults flying. “MY TURN!” Tony announces, rubbing his goatee. “This is a double truth or dare. And I don’t want to hear it, my house, my rules.” A collective groan resonates through the room, but no one fights him on it, knowing there’s no use.

“Alright you two, truth or dare.” Bucky locks eyes with Steve and it’s as if they are of one mind when they simultaneously say, “dare.” Tony fist pumps and taps his watch, the hologram of a ruler lighting up in front of his face. “You shouldn’t have opened your mouth Rogers. Let’s see ‘em boys and we can determine whose is bigger.” You audibly swallow, licking your lips and waiting to see what Bucky will do.

They both stand and walk to the center of the room, shrugging and undoing their jeans. “Are we comparing to each other or do you just wanna prove my point Tony?” Tony eyes roll so hard they almost get lost in the back of his head. “You already saw my dick so.” Steve smirks, “so we know you’re out of the contest already.”

Pepper nearly spits out her drink, Tony glancing down and giving her a look, “whatever Rogers, I got nothing to prove.” Bucky’s eyes shift to yours for a brief moment while he pulls down his jeans, your gaze traveling up his thick legs and landing on his perfect ass. He winks when he sees you staring and you quickly dip your head, searching for a new place to hide.

You want to look, so badly, but you’re afraid you’ll make it so obvious you want him. When you look at Nat you giggle as Clint covers her eyes, everyone else waiting with bated breath. “Ok, here,” Tony says handing Steve his watch, “you can measure yourselves because I’m not getting that close.” Steve pulls his boxers down first and you shield your eyes, separating your fingers just enough to see a blur but nothing else.

Steve shouts out a number that nearly makes you faint, and you can’t stop yourself from joining in on the hoots and hollers. He hands the watch to Bucky and you pull your bottom lip between your teeth, spreading your fingers farther apart to get a better look. At the last second you close them, grinding your jaw while you wait. You can hear him chuckle before he yells out a number only slightly larger than Steve’s. A few colorful curses leave Steve’s lips, and everyone erupts into laughter, Tony’s the loudest.

Now you really feel dizzy, your mind racing with the all the ways he could use all those inches. The couch dips and a cool hand pulls at your wrist, revealing your very red and heated face. “You ok there baby doll?” At first you don’t say anything and just stare at him while the noises around you fade away, “no way Buck. It’s so big.”

The words are out before you realize what you’ve said and Bucky’s lips brush the shell of your ear, “oh yes way,” he teases, his eyes darkening when he hears your gasp. “Is that a dare baby?” You manage a playful smirk, “and what if it is?”  He takes your hand and stands, walking slowly out of the room toward his bedroom. You hold tight to it, afraid if you let go, you’ll melt to a puddle on the floor.

In the next second, you’re in his room, your back to the door and his lips barely brushing yours. He closes the gap, and you moan into his mouth, trying to work open his jeans. You get them undone and reach down to rub your hand over his boxers. “Fuck,” you rasp out, feeling the wetness collect between your thighs. “Oh my god, Bucky.”

You feel him smile against your lips, his cock already hard beneath your hand, “I was telling the truth.” Letting his jeans hit the floor you kneel and slowly peel off his boxers, unable to control your lewd moan when his cock springs free. You reach out and pump your hand over his substantial length, squeezing your thighs together in eagerness.

Bucky’s fingers slip under your chin and he lifts you back up, kissing you soundly before taking you in his arms and wrapping your legs around his waist. Carrying you to the bed he lays you down and pulls off his shirt, discarding it on the floor. His body covers yours and when you feel his cock press along your inner thigh you hum in satisfaction, letting your legs fall open. He trails warm kisses down your neck, nipping your earlobe before he whispers, “ladies first,” and slips his metal hand under your leggings.  

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[shozaii]

title: the free! boys reacting to you holding their faces. (headcanons)

genre: fluff.

masterlist.

extra notes: a few months into dating, and their s/o finally gathers up the courage to hold the boys’ faces. how exactly would they react? i’ve also added some songs which would possibly go great with the boys! enjoy~~~

first of all, makoto.exe has stopped working.

you were probably on the couch, in the most comfortable cuddling position. and you can’t help but look into his beautiful, emerald green eyes, now glowing brightly under the ceiling light of the living room. it somehow is so effective - you drown in them the more you gaze into them. even the eyes look like they’re smiling. how was that even possible?

so involuntarily, your hand reaches for his face, your palm resting in between his cheek and jawline. 

makoto go SHOOK !!

“e-eh?!” he gasps at the sudden contact of your skin against his. realizing it was only you, he softened, now nuzzling his cheek against your palm. “you took me out of my daze...! would you like anything, angel?”

you brought your face up, his point of view now completely matching yours (cue pov by ariana grande oOPS)

 “you’re too cute.”

“y/n-chan, i might explode from blushing too much— but i must say, you’re cuter.”

he can get really smooth when it comes to praising you and such, i can tell. makoto has the blood of being husband material, and i will stand corrected.

tons of blushing, lots of kisses too. expect that coming your way \OwO/

no thoughts, head go brr

literally, this man just went brr when he felt this new feel of contact on his face. his eyes open wide, like this 👁👁

this probably happened after the two of you took a relaxing dip in the bathtub (because he found out that you were vv tired from all the workload you had waiting for you), and the both of you laid in bed, with you hugging him, and his arm wrapped around your figure. it’s almost his favorite position, but he wouldn’t admit it.

“are you feeling better now....?” he asked you with the usual soft tone in his voice.

slowly, you reached your hand up to his face. “absolutely.” (hmmm, cue art deco by lana del rey)

cue the brr !! what is this new form of contact? was he dreaming? this was you, right? hello...??

“haru! haru, love, are you doing okay? why do you look...flushed?”

“who, me? not at all.” and to think that he would say all of this in the most calm and collected manner, without stammering. when in reality he is slowly turning red, and his heart is violently beating, completely being in love with you.

“actually......i like this. can you do it more....often?”

when i first saw rin, the only thing i can think of when he is with his s/o is that he is a genius. in. making you. fluster. he doesn’t even have to try so hard to make you melt into a puddle. with a literal grin, your heart could skip a beat or two.

shark boy do be looking good tho, need i say more?😌

so i’d like to believe that in order to make rin malfunction, just give him affection. give him headpats. peck him on the lips before he goes out for training. enough to make the boy blush all the way, till his friends notice.

then there’s this face holding. you’ve never exactly held his face before, and you wanted to, so badly. (she by harry styles. wink wonk)

it was probably because he kept teasing you that one particular day. 

gou supports this 1000000000%

before his swimming practice, he needs his pep talks from his baby, because why not ;))))

and he’s a lil worried this time ‘cause he wants to make you happy, so he’s moving around a lot more, his breaths shorter, his hands getting colder.

“hey, hey rin. look at me.” and slowly, you place your palm on his cheek, bringing his face to look at you

at this point he’s already red. like red red. “eh? huh? i’m....wha-...?”

“win or lose, you’ll always be the best to me,” you smiled. your hands were warm at that moment, which was why he did not flinch away. the difference in body temperature was huge anyway. cue him sinking into your touch, while he covers his face with his towel. “you got me good this time.”

“now i’m only stating the truth, rin-kun~,” you cooed, sticking your tongue out.

you are his serotonin booster. 10000/10 would want you to hold his face again. please.

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(a/n): i only wrote three for today!! i promiseeee you i could’ve written more, but hey, let’s start it off pretty simple for now, shall we?? i hope you do enjoy reading this! take care and ily all! kissy🥺💕💕

[fairyoftbz]

Étoilé | m. kevin

🏵 pairing: bf!Kevin x fem!reader 🏵 genre: fluff, suggestive  🏵 word count: 2.5k 🏵 tw: suggestive themes, a very badly written make-out session in the water 🏵 synopsis: you thought that you’d celebrate your relationship anniversary like every other couple, but Kevin had another plan in mind. 🏵 requested: yes! thank u!! 🏵 a/n: i apologise if it’s cringe or in a rush, i’m still not used to writing this type of thing! i hope it’s any good...

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Today was a special day for you and Kevin. Celebrating your third year together, happiness hadn't left you since you met this young, talented man. You were over the moon (no pun intended) when you first started dating this little ray of sunshine, and you don’t know where you would be or what you would do if he had never appeared in your life. He brought so much positivity in your life that you could only thank him for making you a better person and the happiest girl on earth.

And today was the day to celebrate those beautiful years of common life. Kevin and you had made sure that you were clear of any type of schedule or appointments to make the most of this beautiful day. In addition to that, the weather seemed to be on your side considering the temperature skyrocketing as the hours passed, not a single cloud on the horizon ready to come and ruin your day, none of that. It looked like even the stars were ready to celebrate your anniversary by offering you the warmth necessary. 

You had talked about your plans a few days prior, and you were the one to come up with a beautiful idea. Why not going back to the places that were essential throughout your three years of common life? 

Kevin instantly agreed with the idea, suggesting places that brought back beautiful memories. You managed to narrow down the places you wanted to visit again to three.

The first place was the coffee shop where you worked as a student with his sister, the one who made this relationship possible by introducing you to him one night during an aperitif at the shop. You remembered how attractive you found him, being a spluttering mess the entire night spent getting to know each other better. 

The next spot was the abandoned field a few streets away from your apartment building. As for your second date, he had prepared a picnic and you spent the entire day there, flirting like two teenagers. You played around and joked for a while, Kevin suddenly asking you to kiss him. Wanting to play around and tease him, you only kissed his cheek and scurried away, leaving an offended Kevin behind. After running out of breath while trying to flee from your date chasing you, you fell back on the picnic tablecloth and timidly pecked his lips before pulling away, your boyfriend becoming flustered by your actions, a bit disappointed that it didn’t last any longer. 

And the third place was at the beach, where you spent the entire day together, enjoying the ocean and the sun as much as you could. Kevin, being the hopeless romantic that he is, asked you to be his girlfriend as the sun was setting, making the scene unforgettable. You still remembered it, even three years later, gladly telling the story to anyone with a huge smile on your face.

You were so sure to have become the protagonist of a fiction that you had to pinch yourself after he had asked you out, just to make sure that you weren’t hallucinating.

And today, you felt all giddy to back to the same place you went to for your second date. just like the first time, he prepared a nice picnic and messaged you to meet him up at the same spot as a few years prior. 

Kevin looked handsome when you arrived, and you were excited to spend the day together. Everything surrounding you was gorgeous, you took a lot of pictures from the scenery and your boyfriend, having fun and flirting like the first time until the sun decided to leave. However, instead of acting cute, Kevin was more teasing, sometimes borderline explicit, just to see the bashful look on your face.

“Stooop, not this loud,” you playfully nudged him in the ribs and he cockily raised his eyebrow, breaking into a laugh. 

He swiftly tackled you to the ground and hovered above you, nearing his face to yours while whispering sweet nothings into your ears. You grabbed his face and gently grabbed it away from you to press your lips against his, slowly making out with him. 

“So I am not allowed to whisper things to you, but you can kiss me like that?” he said while pulling away, making you giggle as you looked to the side. “You know that there are families around, with children, trying to have a good time together. So try to keep your needs to the bedroom, baby,” he teased, and you rolled your eyes with a huff, knowing that he felt the same as you did.

His teasing grin confirmed what you thought, the light in his eyes changing into something quite different, hotter, needier. With only one look, you understood the other and immediately packed everything, putting away things in a rush, Kevin on your heels as you dashed to the car park of the supermarket nearby. When you were in the car, giggling like a schoolgirl as the exhilaration rushed through your veins, your boyfriend’s hand resting on your thigh as it innocently trailed higher the closer you got from your apartment, breath itching in your throat each time he teased you even more. 

Yet, as you were about to take the small street to reach your building, Kevin decided differently by driving right past it, speeding away after taking a sudden turn. Your eyes watched the street sign and you smiled as he started following a route to a well-known spot: the beach. 

In the thrill of getting out of the car, you took the untidily folded tablecloth and bolted to the beach, laying it on the sand before happily sitting down between Kevin’s legs. His arms immediately surrounded your waist and his mouth trailed open-mouthed kisses on the skin of your neck, making you shudder at the sensation. Kevin smirked as you were easily affected by his touch, laid hold of your waist to press you further against him.

You smiled and gave a half-suppressed laugh as you pressed your cheek on his shoulder, getting lost in the sensation as you struggled to suppress the moans that were already threatening to spill at the abandoned field.  Your boyfriend stopped for a while and you sighed in relief, feeling your heartbeat slowly calming down as he stopped his ardent attack on your neck.

“I have an idea,” Kevin declared, now huskily whispering in your ear. “Yeah?” you replied as his hand gently caressed your thighs up and down. “Do you follow me?” you slightly frowned at his words, turning your body around as you watched him get up. He took off his baseball cap and dropped it on the tablecloth, grabbing the back of his V-neck sweater and took it off before unbuttoning the first few buttons of his shirt. 

“You wanna go in the water?” You stated, observed getting into work, earning a smirk from the man standing in front of you. “Isn’t it a good idea?” Smirking, he threw his shirt at you while biting his lower lip, rolling your eyes at his comment. “The last in the water will do the dishes until September!” he yelled as he was about to take off his jeans, only to watch you spring on your feet and removed your dress, getting ahead of him as you wore fewer items of clothing than him.

He froze for a quick second as he saw the sheer, sexy white lingerie you hid under the fabric of your dress, his distracted eyes allowing you to take the lead and run towards the ocean at full speed. The water was cold but the burning sensation travelling your body didn’t prevent you from entering the ocean. It managed to cool you down instantly as you got water to your stomach, gazing at a defeated Kevin that arrived a few seconds after you.

“That is so unfair,” he said while entering the water, dragging you by the waist in deeper water as you laughed. 

With your hands resting on his shoulders, he glanced at you with a smirk tugging on his lips, wrapping your legs around his waist. Hair framed your face in the most gorgeous way, Kevin observing you with admiring eyes, a gentle smile appearing on his face. 

“You are gorgeous Y/N. You never told me you were wearing this set though,” he mumbled, without being affected by the small waves, looking at you with a sudden sparkle of lust illuminating his eyes. “Oh. My mistake. I should have undressed in front of everyone at the field to show you,” you murmured with a mocking smile, only to have Kevin roughly grabbing the back of your head to pull you against his mouth, messily kissing your lips as he hungrily held you tight against him.

The hotness of your bodies grinning against the other was almost enough to warm up the entire ocean, his touches lingered in your mind as his hands travelled lower to grab your ass. You hated to admit it, but Kevin only needed to kiss you with all his might to make you melt in a small puddle of love. It was delicious, you couldn’t even deny it, his hands kneading the flesh of your butt cheeks always achieved to make you feel some type of way. Just feeling him against you felt like heaven, pressed chests heaving together as you were about to lose yourself to him. 

“Don’t play with me, baby,” he mumbled against your lips before kissing you again with more eagerness this time. You grabbed the shorter hair at the back of his head and tugged on it, Kevin emitting a groan against your lips.

Pulling away, he slowly yet roughly grabbed your lower lip between his teeth, tugging and playing with it as his hands were busy playing with the wet lace underwater, pursing your lips to stifle a whimper. 

Lust and arousal filled your eyes as you stared at Kevin, barely keeping them open at the intensity of the emotions you were feeling. He let go of a hand on your ass to come and gently cup your throat, tongue slowly entering your mouth and easily dominating yours as you felt a rush of heat bolting south, a small moan escaping your mouth.

“I’ll never get over how easily you get turned on with just with my hand around your throat,” he chuckled, and you groaned, slightly annoyed at how cocky he sounded. 

Kevin acted all smug and playful, but you also knew he was slowly losing his mind at how much he loved and cared for you. The only thing that he wanted to do right now was showing you all the love he had for you, but he also knew that words and actions weren’t going to be enough to even reach how much he loved you.

You wanted to talk back, but he was quick to silence you by trailing his hand to your cheek to cradle it while his mouth went the opposite direction, leaving prominent hickeys on the smaller ones that he gave you on the beach and at the field. Your eyes rolled at the back of your head and your stomach did somersaults at the overwhelming sensation. 

“I think that’s enough foreplay. Don’t you think?” you said, and his mouth stretched into a smirk, dying the following second as he kept on taking the right path to send you to cloud nine.  “Someone’s quite eager tonight, hm? Let me take care of you, love,” he whispered and disappeared in between your breasts.

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Chests rising and falling against the other, Kevin gave you a quick kiss on the lips and another one on your jaw before walking closer to the shore hand in hand, feeling the exhaustion washing over you. With an arm crossing over your breasts just in case, you picked up the discarded bra on the sand that your boyfriend threw a few moments prior, holding it away from you as it was wet and sandy.

You both quickly paced to your tablecloth, drying yourselves as best as you could as you got dressed again, relieved when you noticed that no one had stolen anything during your little lovemaking session. The adrenaline rushed through your veins as you pulled your dress over your body again, shivering as you felt the lace wet some parts of your dress. Quickly discarding the panties off your legs for some comfort, you glanced at your boyfriend who was rebuttoning his shirt as if nothing happened.

“Naughty girl,” he smirked as he detailed your actions, handing you his V-neck sweater. “I’m not that cold,” you stated but took it anyway, Kevin breaking in a fit of laughter. “Your nipples say otherwise, darling, or it's the thrill of getting freaky in the ocean maybe?” your eyes widened at his boldness, a shocked, playful look painting your face before putting his sweater on. “You perv,” you giggled, and he shook his head, grabbing the panties you were holding and tucked them in his jeans back pocket.

Turning back to the ocean, you looked at the dark blue water, the starry sky and the moon illuminating the small waves and the foam crashing on the sand before vanishing back in the salty water. You sighed and softly smiled, two arms wrapping around your shoulders in a much gentler way than a few moments prior.

“What are you thinking about, Y/N?” Kevin whispered in your ear and you lifted a hand to rest it on one of his forearms, enjoying your boyfriend’s hold and warmth surrounding you. The teasing atmosphere had disappeared, getting replaced by something deeper, softer. “Look at the sky, it looks gorgeous,�� you whispered as if speaking louder would break the moment. Kevin kissed your cheek, lips lingering on your skin and you smiled, gently turning your head to peck his lips. Everything was slower, gentler, and softer as if your actions in the water were just a great memory. “It is indeed gorgeous, there’s nothing compared to you admiring it,” he whispered, and you smiled, a delicate warmth engulfing your heart in a hug at his cheesy words.

Boy, this man was a flirt, but you adored it. It made you feel like you were still in the chasing part without the doubt of not being this type, and you could stay in this state forever.

“I love you,” you whispered, and Kevin placed himself in front of you, lifting your head with his finger under your chin, admiring your face as pure love adorned his pupils.  “I love you too Y/N, to the moon and back. I love you even more than all the stars in the sky tonight. Happy anniversary, love,” he whispered before taking your hand, lifting it to his lips to press a gentle kiss on top.

You shivered at the contact and Kevin drew you closer to him, lips connecting with your forehead before you started to walk back to his car. 

He was the best thing that had ever happened to you.

[ppersonna]

tempestuous - kth | m

tem·pes·tu·ous - adjective - characterized by strong and turbulent or conflicting emotion

↳ summary- There’s no one who riles you up more than Kim Taehyung, your best friend’s brother.  He knows exactly how to make you fly off the handle.

↳ rating- explicit / 18+

↳ word count- 6.8k

↳ pairing- taehyung x reader

↳ genre- smut, minor angst i guess in the form of fighting, this is one big pile of smut, there’s some fluff too

↳ warnings- yikes where to begin.  angry sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don’t be like dis), slapping, spanking, pain kink, dom/sub elements, facefucking, really rough sex, finger sucking, derogatory names, uhhh name calling, hate sex, tae is fuckin nasty yall im thriving

↳ a/n- I HAD TO REUPLOAD bc tumblr sucks lol well folks. here we are.  i was given a prompt by @ladyartemesia​ so i blame her.  as for tae, he really came for me this week and completely wrecked me, love that for me. i really popped off here and it’s only edited by me so i’m SORRY if there’s a lot of mistakes.  fun fact i actually wrote almost 10k of another version of this but it frustrated me so badly i scrapped it lmao  🤡 HERE WE GO! Enjoy!  feel free to send in your requests and i promise to try and get it done for you! 

Kim Taehyung could only be described in a few words.

Infuriating, bothersome, vexing.

Gorgeous, breathtaking, suave.

Absolutely, inherently maddening.

And you hate how much you absolutely melt underneath his gaze, the way your heart leaps into your throat with a single word.  Your body, the ultimate betrayer, opens up to him as your brain screams to abort, reverse, go back to start and do not pass go.

Kim Taehyung is not just the bane of your existence, no.  He’s the little brother of your best friend, Kim Namjoon.   Joonie had been in your life since you were in first grade and he in second.  Taehyung was your age, but you hit it off with the older boy and haven’t separated since.  Your mothers joked that you would get married one day and continue on the Kim line.  Until they found out that Namjoon was 1) bisexual and 2) hopelessly in love with, ironically, a man named Kim Seokjin.   He reasoned to his parents that they would at least carry on the Kim name.  

Where Namjoon was sweet, caring, and deeply compassionate towards you, Taehyung was his alter.  Taehyung was brash, cocky and relished in watching you squirm, whether it be out of fury or the god forsaken sexual tension.  All growing up, he was the one to pull your pigtails, trip you into puddles of mud, and tease you in front of your friends. Namjoon, ever the faithful companion, was always there to pick up the pieces of what Taehyung broke.

It’s been that way with Taehyung ever since. A constant tug of war with each other, both unwilling to give a single inch to the opponent.  

Your relationship with Namjoon remained steadfast as ever.  Namjoon eventually moved in with his now-husband, Seokjin, who easily settled into your life as an additional partner in crime.  You spent most of your days and nights settled into the couch, snuggled somehow in between or next to one of the two men you cherished most.  You had the two best friends you could ask for and a happy life, blissfully Taehyung-free.

Until it wasn’t.

A loud knock wakes you from an unexpected nap on Namjoon’s couch.  Your eyes crack open against the glare of the sunlight streaming through the windows.  It takes a moment to gather your surroundings.  You recognize that you’re in Namjoon and Seokjin’s apartment, and judging by the silence, you’re definitely alone there.  As you reach for your phone, the screen lights up the time.  5:34 pm.  Well, shit. You remember eating brunch and drinking mimosas at noon with your best friends and then lying on the couch to watch Netflix.  How had you fallen asleep for five hours?  How did you not wake? What the fuck did Jin put in his mimosas?

The knock is insistent again, louder this time.

“Joon! Jin! it’s me! Open up!”

The voice sounds familiar in your sleep-addled mind, but not quite enough to pinpoint it.   You push your limp body off the couch and wince at the feeling of sore muscles.  Couch sleeping isn’t all it’s cracked up to be once you’re past the age of 25.

“Sorry, Namjoon isn’t here-,” You open the door to explain to the guest and you’re cut off.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

You rub at your sleepy eyes and allow your vision to focus, only to feel your blood stand still in your veins.

Kim Taehyung.  Of fucking course.

“What do you mean, why am I here? I’m always here,” you tut as you fold your arms to your chest.  “What are you doing here?”

He rolls his eyes and holds up his hands, two suitcases clutched in each.  Who the fuck carries 4 suitcases up three flights of stairs? Kim annoying ass Taehyung does, apparently.

“I’m moving in.”  He pushes past you and into the living room.  

Your mouth gapes open.  Namjoon certainly didn’t tell you this.  Taehyung looks back at chuckles at your reaction.

“I’m guessing your best friend didn’t tell you the happy news?”

You shut your mouth, quickly jumping back into composure.  “No, he failed to mention that,” you sniff.  “I thought you lived with your girlfriend in Gangnam?  What was her name? Rose or whatever?”

Tae stiffens, just slightly for a moment, before he plasters back on the bravado.  “Obviously not anymore.  We broke up, she kept the apartment.  Got tired of moping at my mom’s house and I told Namjoon I wanted to come back to the city.”

You feel a slight tug at your stomach, guilt, perhaps?  You clear your throat.  “Oh, I’m sorry.”

He laughs as he sits on the couch, instantly throwing his feet onto the coffee table, like a heathen.  “No, you’re not.”  

“What do you mean, no I’m not? God, sorry for being polite!”

This, you reason, is why you can’t sustain longer than 5 minutes of civilized conversation with your best friend’s younger brother.  He’s impossible.

He just smirks, and you know he loves the rise he gets out of you.

“Because I know you, and I know you don’t give a fuck about my love life.”

Au contraire. If only he knew just how much you gave a fuck.

“That doesn’t mean I can’t be nice to you!” you nearly stamp your foot in frustration but hold yourself back. That would be too good of ammo for him to use against you.

“Okay, fine,” he acquiesces. “Whatever helps you feel you’re a good person.”

You’re seeing red and you know you want to continue screaming at him but you will not stoop to his level.

“Christ, I haven’t seen you in months and you’re still an asshole,” you say as you grab your keys and shoes. “And also, Jin will kill you if he sees your feet on his coffee table.”

You whip yourself around and open the door to leave and hear him call over your shoulder.

“Good to see you too, doll! Love the hairstyle, by the way.”

You close the door with a growl leaving your throat.  The absolute audacity of that man.

You stomp towards the elevator to take yourself to the ground level, when you catch your reflection in the shiny metal. Your hair is in what you can only lovingly call a complete hornet’s nest. It’s ratted and sticking out in places and you feel your cheeks burn.  Your first reintroduction with Taehyung is with a fight AND with you looking like a fool.

This would not do. No, sir.

“Kim Namjoon!” you shriek into your cell phone.  You’re awkwardly pressing it against your ear with your shoulder as you walk out of the convenience store under your apartment building with 3 bottles of soju and a six-pack of beer. You needed to drown your shame and sorrow, and fast.

“Hello, love of my life and moon of my stars,” your best friend replies and you can hear Seokjin chuckle in the background.

“No!” You chide, already cracking a beer open as you storm into your apartment building. “Don’t you Khal Drogo me, mister! Why the fuck didn’t you tell me your fucking asshole brother was moving in with you?!”

Namjoon is silent and you can tell he’s wincing on the other end of the phone. “Oops?” He offers.

“Yeah, big oops! A heads up would have been nice! Like, ‘hey best friend, your worst enemy of all time is moving in today. Maybe you shouldn’t fall asleep on my couch and wake up looking like Frankenstein’s ugly wife. Oh, and also my handsome boyfriend and I will just happen to not be there when he arrives’.”

By this time, you can tell Namjoon has put you on speakerphone because you can hear their rich laughter loud and clear. Rude bitches.

You stab your key code into your door and lock yourself in, chugging as much of the beer as you could handle.

“At least, even in her rants she thinks I’m handsome,” Jin gloats.

“I’m sorry babe,” Namjoon sighs as he finally calms down. “I didn’t know he would be there today. I just found out about it last night.”

You nibbled at your bottom lip, the annoying pit in your stomach feeling simultaneously guilty that he went through a breakup, unbridled joy that something brought him down a peg, and just a dash of excitement that he’s single now.

You let out a breath. “It’s okay, Joon.  It just surprised me to see him.”

Jin butts in, “And because you have a big, fat, unresolved crush on him.”

“Jin!” You admonish. The couple laughs again and you roll your eyes, asking yourself why you put up with the two. “I do not!”

They both hum a non-committal answer, implying they don’t believe you in the slightest.

“Whatever.  What are you guys doing, anyway?”

“We just got home from shopping.  God, Jin looked so good in these jeans he tried on.  I was actually just about to suck his coc-,”

“Kim Namjoon, do not finish that sentence! I do not wish to hear it!” You try to remain firm, but dissolve into giggles with the pair.

You could never stay mad at Namjoon long, even if his brother was the devil incarnate.

“Darling,” Jin calls through the phone.  “I still expect to see you at our place tonight for our sleepover.”

Christ, you had forgotten all about your scheduled sleepover night.  It was tradition and one of your favorite parts of your friendship with the couple.  Jin, a literal chef, prepared a five star meal along with dessert for you while you binge watched Netflix and talked incessantly.

But you also usually slept in their spare bedroom.  The exact one that Taehyung would be occupying.

“Fuck, while he’s there?”

“Oh suck it up,” Jin chides, like he’s your mother. “He’s probably not even going to leave his room.  You’re not getting out of this.  I’m making strawberry cheesecake.”

Your mouth waters at the idea of Jin’s famous cheesecake.  

“Fine, but I get to lick the bowl and not Namjoon.  Those are my terms.”

Namjoon squawked in defiance as Jin laughed.  “I agree to your terms.  Be at our place by 8.”

As you hung up the phone, you checked the time.  6:40.  God, he hadn’t left you with much time to get ready, did he?

And you definitely needed to get ready.  There was no way you were entering a room where Kim Taehyung exists looking like booboo the fool, not again.

Your fingers press the 6 digit passcode to Namjoon and Seokjin’s apartment, arms heavy laden with your bag of toiletries and pajamas, and a bag full of wine.

“Honey, I’m home!” You announce as you toe off your shoes and slide into the combined kitchen and living room.

You receive no reply, but greeted with the amused face of none other than the object of your filthiest dreams, Taehyung.

“Pet names already?  We’re moving pretty fast, wouldn’t you say?” He asks you as he lounges at the kitchen table.  He watches you open the fridge to set the wine, as comfortable in their home as you are in yours.

“Fuck off,” you grumble. “Where’s your brother?”

Tae seemed absolutely tickled by your disgruntlement.  “I think they mentioned something about taking a shower.  That was 20 minutes ago, though.”

“Great,” you sigh. “Those fucking horn dogs act as if they’re still newlyweds.  We’ll be waiting awhile.”  

You tug off your sweater, leaving you to remain in a fitted tank top and yoga pants.  You tried to maintain a comfortable look as you dressed for the evening, while keeping in mind which leggings hugged your ass and showed off your toned thighs, and a tank top that dipped low to your cleavage.  Okay, so maybe you had ulterior motives. You wanted to make up for your dreadful appearance earlier and make him squirm, payback for the years of him doing it to you.

You watch him as he lets his eyes roam your body, eying you like he wants to ravage you completely. You feel victorious… and also turned on. Fuck, you played yourself.

You flop onto the couch in a huff and Tae snorts before joining you.

“What’s so funny?” You eye him suspiciously.

“Nothing,” his smile feigns innocence. “I’m not allowed to laugh?”

You sniff in annoyance, not eager to fall for his tricks. “You’re allowed to do whatever you want, your highness.”  Sarcasm drips from your voice and Tae finds it even more humorous.

“I see you’re still a sassy bitch.”

You gasp, audibly startled by his language and rise from the couch, fists clenched.

“I see you’re still a conceited dick!”

He rises to meet you where you stand, eyes boring into your own with his stupid sexy grin on his face.  “I see you’re still not one to back down from a fight.”

You step closer, close enough to feel his breath on your face.  Idly, you note it smells like peppermint and you move closer on reflex.

“Yeah? I see you’re still not one to avoid starting a fight in the first place!” you huff.

“Oh, I started it?”  

“Yeah, you started it! You called me a bitch!”

You can’t believe this is happening.  You feel as if you’re 6 again and fighting with him over a toy.

“A sassy bitch, actually,” he corrects, taking another step forward, bodies touching.

“Fuck you!”

“Only if you say please,” he quips before he closes the distance and presses his lips to yours in a scorching hot kiss.

There’s not even a moment of hesitation on your end, immediately pulling him even closer and wrapping your arms around his neck and allowing his tongue entrance to your mouth.  Your body reacts to his instantly, as if it’s wired to respond to him and him only. Your mind was blank of anything except Tae, only Tae please, and you acted purely on instinct alone.  And instinct was pulling him closer and begging, more, anything he could give.

The sound of laughter coming from the hallway pulls you apart, neither of you wanting to get caught by Namjoon or Jin.  You stare at him, his lips are cherry red and slightly swollen and the image burns into your retinas.  He has such pretty lips after you’ve kissed him.

“Oh hey! What’s going on here?” Namjoon asks as he notices the intense eye-battle you’re engaged in with his younger brother.

It shakes you out of the spell, eye contact broken and hypnosis halted.  

“Just, errrr,” you falter to find the right words to explain the situation.

“Just getting reacquainted.”  Tae sounds completely unaffected, as if the passionate kiss you shared with him seconds ago was but a distant memory.  Asshole.

“I’m surprised you two haven’t thrown anything at each other yet,” Jin laughs. “Or thrown yourselves at each other.”

Both you and Taehyung whip to look directly at Jin.

“Her!?” Tae is incredulous. “Gross.”

You’ll never admit out loud that his words wound you.

“You’re an asshole, Taehyung,” you punctuate your words by turning away from him and towards Namjoon, who appears amused as ever.

“Ah, I love when my best friend and my little brother are screaming at each other.  Feels like old times.  Can one of you cry now to complete the moment?”

Taehyung grumbles under his breath, something you can’t catch, and stalks off to his room.  The slam of his door reverberates in the apartment and Jin jumps and turns to yell down the hall at his brother-in-law.

“Yah! Don’t break my apartment! I still owe money on this!”

Despite Taehyung’s appearance every so often in the kitchen or living room, the rest of the night goes on with no annoying disturbances.

Jin spoils you and his husband with expensive food, and the best cheesecake you’ve ever eaten in your life.  Plus, you’re given the bowl to lick clean despite a desperately adorable pout from Namjoon you were sure would persuade Jin.

You’re settled on the couch, snuggling in the middle of the couple as an action movie flickers across the big screen tv.  Truthfully, you haven’t paid attention to a single thing happening, your thoughts entirely too absorbed in Taehyung and that deliciously infuriating kiss.  

Why did he do it?  You couldn’t comprehend his reasoning.  Perhaps he was doing it to piss you off.  He’s never angered you with that level of intimacy before, but you didn’t put it past him.

You’re surprised when the credits of the movie start rolling and Jin and Namjoon fake loud yawns.

“Oh man, I’m beat,” Namjoon lies.

Jin is quick to join. “Me too, I think I’ll pass out the moment I hit the pillow.”

You roll your eyes at the men. “Will you two please go fuck already, I know that’s what you’re going to do.”

Namjoon blanches, but Jin laughs and kisses your cheek. “Ah, my smart, beautiful and chaotic child,” he coos. He leans in to your ear, voice low to keep his husband from listening. “I don’t think I’m the only one in this house who’s going to get pounded into a mattress.”  

He pulls back and winks at you, deftly ignores Namjoon’s confusion and sadness of being left out, and drags him to their bedroom with a loud ‘goodnight’.

You’re left to stew in your own emotions, which is never a good thing.  Was the tension that obvious? You always assumed it had been one-sided, but the kiss befuddled you more than you’d like to admit.

It finally snapped in your mind, all the dots connecting. That’s why he did it.  

He kissed you so you’d stew and simmer and eventually erupt, like you’re doing now.  Taehyung knows you too well for your comfort.

You grab your bag of clothes and storm towards the bathroom to change, promising yourself to forget about the kiss and not give Taehyung what he wants.

Except you’re not very good at promises, especially to yourself.

You can’t say you’re excited to sleep on the couch again.  While it’s a nice couch, it’s definitely not a bed and your back will pay the price tomorrow.  You supposed it was better than the floor, but not by much.

After dressing in your pajamas, a purposefully picked out combination of tiny shorts and a sports bra in case Taehyung happens upon you, you return to your bed for the night in the living room.

Namjoon graciously left blankets and a pillow out for you, and you’re complaining internally about Taehyung the whole time you make yourself a spot to sleep.  If it wasn’t for stupid Taehyung and his stupid existence, you’d be sleeping like a baby on the guest bed that you loved.  But no, they relegated you to the couch like an animal.

Sleep was not in the cards tonight, it seems.  You toss and turn and try to press at the cushions to move a lump around and get comfortable, but it’s all for naught.  You’re wide awake and very, very uncomfortable.  You didn’t understand how you fell asleep on this very couch earlier in the day.  Maybe the mimosas you had at brunch with the couple had been helpful.

A thought crosses your mind. Alcohol.  Maybe a nice glass of wine would help tuck you into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.  A nightcap. Of course.  You were angry at yourself for not thinking of it hours ago.  

You slipped out of your disagreeable bed and into the kitchen, trying not to make a sound.  Jin’s beloved kitchen was also an echo chamber of noise, even the slightest sound bouncing off its walls and amplifying it through the whole house.  You still remember the way you jumped five feet in the air when Jin accidentally broke a plate.  It sounded like a bomb explosion.

You bite your lip as you carefully pry the cabinet of wine glasses open, careful to not even allow a squeak of a hinge.  You silently beg to stay silent and not wake anyone in the house.  You didn’t want to be caught drinking wine at 2 am in the dark, that’s difficult to explain without looking like an alcoholic.

With glass in hand, you tiptoe the fridge to pull out the bottle of merlot, thinking the heavy red wine would be the best to get you sleepy and quick.  

You tug the cork from the bottle and pour a healthy amount into the stemware with a smile.  Liquid sleep.  And you had done it without making a single sound. Perfection. The smell of the alcohol permeates through your nose as you lift the glass, placing it to your lips to take a sip.

“Wine at this hour?” the unexpected voice of Taehyung echos through the kitchen, making you yelp and jolting you hard enough that you drop the hard-earned glass of wine to the tile floor, red wine splashing as the sound of glass shattering is reverberating off the walls.

“Fuck!” You screech at the intruder.  Taehyung doubles over, laughing as if he’s seen nothing funnier than what just transpired.  “You asshole!”

You listen past Taehyung’s incessant laughter to ensure the owners of the apartment hadn’t awoken during the ruckus. You definitely did not want to face a tired and agitated Jin to tell him you shattered one of his Tiffany crystal goblets.

Beyond Tae, the house is silent and you’re thanking whatever god is listening for keeping your best friends asleep.

The wine is everywhere, spilling into the cracks of the tile and splattered on the walls.  The crystal stemware is too; it shattered with such force that you see flecks of the shrapnel in all four corners of the room.

Tae wipes a tear from his face and you square a tempestuous look at him.  

“Fucking help me!  You made me drop it!”

Through snorts, he replies. “I didn’t make you do anything.  You did that on your own.”  Although he is arguing with you, he’s gingerly stepping into the kitchen and kneeling to pick up shards of glass.

“I wouldn’t have dropped it if you had come into the room like a fucking normal person,” you grit.

He collects the glass, the delighted grin on his face now permanent.  He’s relishing in your annoyance, you know he is, and it burns you from the inside out.

“It’s not my fault you didn’t hear me.”

“You could have turned on the light! Why were you in the dark like a freak?”  You’re grasping at straws, anything to pin this all on him.  It would quell the fire in your belly to push it all onto him, make you feel as if you’ve won.

Taehyung levels a look at you.  “And you weren’t also in the dark? Pouring a gallon of wine for yourself?”

Your cheeks flare red. Fuck, he definitely caught you there.  You’re playing verbal poker with him and the hand you’re dealt falls flat compared to his royal flush.  He grins, knowing he has you.

“Fuck you,” you snark, you go to insult when you’re backed into a corner.

“Ah, doll,” he winks.  “We talked about that.  Be careful what you wish for.”

The fire inside you is roaring to an inferno now, flames licking to your core. It’s a complicated mixture of anger and sexual energy. It’s infuriating that he’s able to make you feel every single emotion to the extreme. You hate that arguing with him turns you on, like it’s some perverse foreplay.  

You moisten your lips with your tongue as you process his words, and Tae’s eyes hungrily track the appendage as it glides over your lips.

“Fuck. You.” You emphasize perfunctorily.

All thoughts of wiping up the mess are forgotten as Tae drags both you and himself off the floor and steers you to the living room, lips feverish against your own.  He pushes you into the couch and tugs his shirt off, before replacing his lips to yours.  

“Fuck, you’re so fucking hot when you’re a bitch,” he groans as he snaps the strap of your sports bra. “Seeing you get all worked up makes me so hard.”

He’s not wrong. You can see through his mesh basketball shorts that he’s sporting an impressive package, rock hard in its clothed prison.

“Yeah?” You bite at his lip.

“Hell yeah.”  His hands work to the elastic band under your bust and tugs the offending material off, tits springing free as he throws it to the floor.  

“Holy shit,” Taehyung breathes as he gets a good look at your chest.

You shake them gently, grinning as he watches them jiggle.  “You like what you see?”

He smirks and pinches a nipple, wiping the coy smile off your face and turning it into a moan.  “I like when you’re mouthy, but don’t push it.”  

He lowers his head to the nipple he’s still pinching in his fingers, licking at it and replacing his fingers with his mouth.  He’s moaning around the nipple, and you’re gasping for more.  His hot mouth sucks at you, teeth nibbling and pulling it until you’re whimpering in delicious pain.

“Fuck!” He cries as he pops away from your nipple.  “You’re so fucking hot.”

Your body warms at his words, arousal pooling between your legs.  You’re sure that your thighs are drenched in your essence.

He slurps your neglected breast into his mouth, ensuring your nipples are equally abused.  His tongue is skilled but his mouth is messy, saliva dripping all around your tit and it’s the hottest fucking sight you’ve ever seen.

He’s pulling away again and pinching both nipples with his hands simultaneously. “And you’re so fucking annoying.”

You’re pleading for more or to stop, you’re not sure.  He continues.

“Mm, I’m gonna fuck you until you’re a good little bitch for me. Listening to every fucking thing I say.”

He releases your nipples, and you finally find the ability to focus again, staring directly at him.

“Oh, you think you’re that good?” you sass as you attempt to catch your breath.  “Put your money where your mouth is.”

Tae grips your chin roughly, face inches away from yours with a sadistic grin. “You’re going to regret those words, baby.”

Instantly, he’s standing up and tugging his shorts down to let his cock spring free.  Your brain misfires as you visually measure his cock and your mouth goes dry. He’s thick and long. The bulbous head is dripping pre-cum, begging you to slurp it up.

“How about I put my money where your mouth is,” he suggests as he grabs a fistful of your hair.  

He teasingly rubs his cock on your lips and cheeks, makes you whimper with need. Your tongue is sticking out, desperate for him to lay it on you.

“Already so fucking greedy,” he grunts and in one motion, directs his dick into your open mouth. “I’ll fuck your throat, yeah? Greedy bitches love getting face fucked.”  He is still for a beat more, eyes searching yours for consent and you nod with his cock still in your mouth. He winks, then begins a rapid pace, his cock fucking into your mouth and throat.

You’re sure you look like a goddamn mess with saliva dripping from your mouth as Taehyung punishes your throat with his thrusts.  You gag and moan around him, and he tightens his grip in your hair as you see stars.

It’s indescribable. Never have you felt such pleasure from sucking cock, but Tae commands your entire body, willing you to drip with anticipation.

“My little fuck toy, god you feel so fucking good,” he hisses. “You’re gonna swallow my cum, baby.”  

His hips are stuttering, he’s close, and you’re sucking him harder, cheeks pulling in harder to vacuum him in. The pressure makes him groan out loud.

“So good, so fucking good. Get ready for your prize, baby,” his voice cuts off in a gasp, as his cock twitches violently. His legs shake and he doesn’t hold back the moans of his orgasm, gasping as he feels rope after rope spill down your hot throat.

Your big doll eyes are twinkling up at him, lips still wrapped around his cock. Taehyung is sure it’s the hottest thing he’ll ever see in his lifetime.  You on your knees, subservient to him and thriving for it.

“Mmm, I like it when your mouth is full like this,” he slowly pulls out of your mouth, albeit reluctantly. “Can’t talk back to me when you’re sucking my cock like a whore.”

You smile and stick out your tongue, pleased to show him you happily accepted his cum.

“Good fucking girl,” he coos as he grips your chin again. “Did you like my cum?”

You nod, brain fried from the heat of the room.

“Use your words,” he grits and grips your jaw harder. It’s enough to shock you into compliance.

“Y-yes! Fuck, I love your cum, Tae.”  Your words are breathy and raspy, throat raw from his barrage.

“I knew you would, filthy slut.  Sit on the couch.” He orders and you’re quick to scurry and sit on the makeshift bed you made.

His hands are tugging down your shorts quickly. No teasing or seduction here, not now. You lift your hips, and he throws them aside. Your legs close on reflex, making him growl.

“Do not hide yourself from me.” His tone is dark and you can’t help but shiver as you open yourself up to him. You want to talk back, want to fight and bite at him, but you’re quickly losing the ability to even speak, and you’re aching for him.

“Where’s my mouthy little bitch? You’re awfully quiet. Did I finally break you?” He teases, pressing your legs upward, knees to your ears. It’s pornographic how on display you are for him, soaking wet cunt front and center.

“The great Taehyung thinks he can break me with his cock,” you mewl, mustering all the false confidence you can. You’re lying through your fucking teeth and you both know it, but you continue. “You’ll have to do more than that.”

Your pussy is quaking with need now, desperate for a single touch. His hands maintain purchase on the backs of your thighs, holding them up.

“There she is,” he bites at the flesh of your leg closest to him which makes you jerk in his hold. “Gonna fuck the brat right out of you.”

He removes a hand from your thigh and you’re quick to pick up the slack, holding the thigh in place to maintain his open show of your pussy.

“Try me,” you murmur, and you’re instantly regretting your words as a harsh slap descends and lands square on your cunt.

You nearly scream, pain flooding your wanton pussy, before turning into delicious pleasure that stings and tingles right at your clit. It sizzles, and warmth blooms where his hand was.

“That’s for not believing me.”  His eyes are feral and you want to bottle this memory forever.  

Another slap has your legs trembling, eyes rolling back as the burn turns to a low heat.  You’re dripping your wetness down onto the couch and Jin will kill you, but you don’t care.

“That was for calling me a dick,” he smirks.

Smack.

Tears spring in your eyes as the slap brings more pleasure than pain, desperately close to your edge.

“Look at you, you could cum just from this, couldn’t you?”

“F-fuck! Yes, please, I need more, please!” Your cunt is clenching around nothing, desperate for friction and leaking out of you like a faucet. Taehyung marvels at you, legs spread so far, with a cunt weeping with arousal for more. He can’t wait to dive in there, but he’s not finished with you yet.

“More? I don’t know if you deserve more, baby, you’ve been awfully mean to me,” he tsks, breathing hot air on your clit, making you whine.

“P-please! I’m sorry!” You’re sure you will black out with how desperately you need him. You need him more than you need oxygen.

“Beg.”

You’re quick to submit. Thoughts of fighting back are long gone, you’re his wanton little slut now.

“Please, please! Pleaseeeee, make me cum! I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” He asks with an arch of his eyebrow.

You’re nodding wildly, gazing at him with desperate, watery eyes.

“Anything, I need you so f-fucking bad it hurts!”

By the time the words leave your lips, he’s thrusting two fingers into your cunt viciously, fingering you ferociously. He arches them, rubbing against your spongy g-spot and making you scream. He knows you’re close, knows you only need one little push off the edge. He plays your body like a skilled practitioner.

“Cum on my fingers, baby. Let me see my greedy little bitch milk my fingers.”

Your body and mind react accordingly, deep down you know your body is owned completely by him, all his.  Your orgasm explodes and you think you actually scream, your vision is black and your hearing goes silent for a moment as you cum harder than you have in your life.  You’re squeezing his fingers with your pussy so tight and Taehyung is gently licking all the juices from his hand with his fingers still inside you.

It takes time to descend from the separate plane of existence Taehyung sent you too, but you come back and watch as he laps at the liquid of your cunt and on his hand like it’s a vital necessity. His fingers remain in your walls, and he refuses to break eye contact with you. You’re positive you could cum again from the sight.

“My little cockslut tastes so good, just how I like,” he tells you tenderly. “Like cherries, so sweet.  My little cherry.”

Your cunt is aching and warming back to life as he pulls his fingers out of you. The loss is immense and you’re whimpering for more.

“Ah, ah,” he hushes you. “No whining. You’ll take what I give you.  Suck my fingers clean. Taste yourself.”

He presses his fingers into your mouth, earning him a sigh, the taste of you filling your mouth. You swirl your tongue around his fingers and suckle each one to ensure your tongue laves the entire surface.

“Fuck,” he whispers and it’s his first crack in his steel reserve. “Needy.”

He pulls his fingers from your mouth and presses against you to kiss. It’s gentle, sweet, and nothing compared to the man assailing your pussy with slaps moments ago. It thrills you just the same and you return in kind, threading your hands in his wavy hair.

He pulls away and presses his forehead against yours, a moment of gentleness you actively welcome.

“This little cunt ready for me?” He whispers and you’re whimpering your reply.

“Please, fuck me. I need you to fuck me until I can’t walk.”

He grins and presses a kiss to your lips again, sweet and chaste, before he pulls away and slides down to attach those same sinful lips to your pussy.

It’s so unexpected you flinch and manage a cry as his tongue slurps up more of your delicious essence and his mouth moves to suckle on your clit. You’re not sure where the fuck he learned these tricks, but you know now you will never let him go.

“Taehyung!” You cry at the sensation. “Fuck!”

After receiving the reaction he was desperate for, he slips his tongue into your walls deep and gathers as much of you as he can, before he’s pulling back and swallowing you down.

“I couldn’t resist. Your cunt was made for me to devour.”

He doesn’t allow for a response as he throws your legs over his shoulders and lines himself up at your core.

“Condom?” He asks you, and you level a quick look at him.

“I don’t live here! I don’t have any!”  You’re savage, terrified he’ll pull his cock away when all you want and can think about is the way he’ll feel pounding into you.

“Don’t be rude, baby,” he reminds you with a swat to your ass. “I’m clean, promise. You?”

You nod quickly, reveling in the spank’s tingle. “Same. I have an IUD too,” you sigh. Thank god for medical birth control implants.

“Good. You’re the only pussy I’m gonna fuck from now on,” he promises. You know you must talk about this later, when you’re thinking rationally and not with your aching pussy.  

Your heart stutters and leaps into your throat but all is forgotten as he plunges into your tight heat.

“Ohhhhh shit, ahhh,” he gasps. “Baby, you’re so fucking tight and wet.”  He’s on the verge of whining, becoming just as needy and greedy as you.  He wastes no time in setting a pace.

His cock fills you completely, his angle allowing him to go as deep as he can, pressing the beginning of your cervix.  This is surely what heaven feels like.  It feels like the completeness you feel with Taehyung fully sheathed inside you.

It comes alive with flames and explosions as he fucks you, hips pistoning to plunge in and out of you with tenacity.  He fucks you like he laces every single thrust with more, more than just sex. He fucks you with purpose.

You’re moaning like a pornstar now, high pitch wails and gasps and breathy moans are all you can manage. “Taehyung, yes! Feel so g-g-good!”

“That’s right baby, scream my fucking name. Make sure all the neighbors know who fucking ruined you,” he nearly spits, cock thrusting into your core at an impossible speed. “I want you to tell all of Korea who owns you. Who owns this tiny little cunt?”

The wind leaves you, and you’re gasping for air, gaping mouth open as you try to reply. It takes him fucking into you harder a few times before you feel it rush back into you.

“You, Taehyung!  You!  Fuck, I love your cock!”

His thumb rubs at your engorged clit, allowing it the friction it seeks.  He bends forward and wraps his other hand around your throat, squeezing.  

Losing air combined with the friction on your clit has you keening, so close to the edge. You try to babble his name but nothing comes out.

“Look at my pretty little slut taking my cock so well,” he praises.  “You have the greediest pussy, don’t you? You need my cock daily, baby. Need to put my mouthy bitch in her place, remind her who’s in charge.”

He slows his pace but his thrusts are punishing, fucking into you as hard as he can. Your orgasm is climbing so impossibly high.

“F-fuck!” You gasp as he releases his grip on your neck. “Gonna cum! Please let me cum!”  

“Yeah baby, cum for me.  Cream your greedy pussy all over my cock.”

The world stops spinning as you hit the height of your climax and plunge down.  Your vision goes black and your body is quivering and convulsing nearly as hard as your cunt is. Taehyung hisses at your walls sucking him in, as if you’re begging for his cum, begging for more.

“Fuck, good girl, baby, holy shit,” he’s breathless and so close.

You’re overstimulated, boneless, but he wrought two of the best orgasms you’ve ever felt in your life and you’ll be damned if you leave him high and dry.  You bite your lip as you move with him, hips pounding against each other. His face is scrunched up and you know he’s close when he’s stuttering on his words.  You take over for him.

“Please cum in me baby, please.  Fill me up. I’m yours, baby, mark my little cunt as yours.”  You don’t know where it’s coming from, but you keep it going. It feels as natural as fucking him does. “Please, Taehyung!”

At the sound of his name leaving you in a whine, he spirals down his own completion. He feels his cock pulse as he empties his load into you, your walls still reverently beckoning for him. He’s calling out your name, grasping at your tits as he finishes and you’re smiling from ear to ear. Your pussy is warm with his seed and you’re positive it’s the way you want to feel every single night.

“Holy fuck,” Taehyung rasps as he pulls his cock out of you. He thrills as he watches his cum follow, slipping out your folds and down your thigh. “I definitely marked you.”

You hum in reply, finally allowing yourself to soak in the haze of orgasmic bliss. Tae presses his head to yours again, kissing you sweetly.

“Come sleep in my bed?” He asks. He means more behind it. He wants to ask you to sleep in his bed every night, stay with him every day, be the one he grows old with. He knows there’s still more to talk about, wounds of the past to heal, but now you’re with him, and he knows he’ll work through anything.

You nod, and kiss him again, understanding his hidden meaning laced in his words.

A sly smile spreads across his face. “Last one to bed has to take the blame for the wineglass,” he teases. Your head spins as if you’ve got whiplash.  He can switch from dominating to sensitive to the little shit he is so quick.

“Hey! No fucking fair! You fucked my ability to run out of me!”

“Shouldn’t have been such a sassy bitch,” he winks before he tears away towards his room.

“Taehyung, you’re an asshole!” You call as you limp your way behind him.

From behind Joon and Jin’s door, a critical voice bellows, “YAH! I’ll kill you if you got your jizz on my couch! And what is this I heard about my glass!!? HEY!  Those are TIFFANY. CRYSTAL. THE DISRESPECT!”

You slip into Taehyung’s bed and wrap yourself around him, the two of you gasping with mischievous giggles.

Kim Taehyung will always be the one who knows how to drive you wild. He’ll always aggravate and infuriate you, send you reeling.

But now you didn’t think you minded it at all.

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