#tall blond handsome crush

[prettynhot]

if yall saw my teacher irl you’d think he’s a celeb, this man is 6’2 with a slim build,dirty blonde AND handsome while graudating from the most prestigious uni in our country. and he was literally an actor while he was in uni😭 HES SO UUGHHHHHHH

[olddogsofappalachia]

entering an era

[tsxkkis]

# tsukishima kei - drunk in love!

a/n = is this a comeback of mine of sorts? yes (although i don't want it to be, since it's not my best work). i haven't written anything in so long, and i really love the idea of a stoic, serious character acting clingy and completely different when drunk (reminds me of shin from a sign of affection, who's my fav boy ever), that's why tsukki might be kind of out of character here. also, i didn't proofread this because it ended up being longer than i expected.

summary = an intoxicated tsukishima is a clingy tsukishima. and also, he might say a bit too much for his own liking.

warnings = out of character tsukki (bcs he's drunk), mentions of alcohol

drunk tsukishima was surely a sight to see.

to see a man, usually so serious and stoic, in a state like that was almost uncanny. his cheeks flushed pink, a stupid smile plastered to his face as he giggled quietly over what yamaguchi just said.

after your entire friend group went their own ways either starting university or pursuing a career in volleyball, it became a common practice for the few of you to just meet up and discuss the latest life achievements with a drink in hand. everyone eagerly awaited that particular moment of the week, some (meaning yachi, of course) would even set weekly countdowns to try and surpass their excitement.

tsukishima kei, out of the entire group, was usually the more reasonable one, opting only for a drink or two. But after a particularly hard exam at uni, which he passed with flying colors, his friends decided in unison that this evening would be different.

the room was filled with laughter, tsukishima's tall body laying on the couch, his head pressed against yamaguchi's chest. alcohol made him somewhat clingy; extremely clingy, if you were to compare him to his usual demeanor. a low hum left his lips, his hand coming up to take his glasses off.

'i'm gonna regret this tomorrow.' he mumbled, being met with a wave of laughter in response. your eyes focused on his face for a minute, scanning it thoroughly. continued mumbling something, the tips of his ears bright red, face probably burning after all the alcohol he digested. but your mind was focused on something completely different.

he looks really handsome without glasses.

'y/n. i think he might have to stay here for the night.' yamaguchi's voice echoing through the room brought you back to life, your eyes quickly darting away from the blonde's face to focus on her friend. the freckled boy had an awkward look on his face, a usual for him, as he stood up, heading for his coat with yachi following right after.

they mentioned previously that both of them will have to leave earlier this time, but you only remembered that now; a warm understanding smile gracing your face as you said your goodbyes, the three of you giggling at tsukishima mumbling how he's going to 'beat you all up tomorrow for making him so drunk.'

as the door closed behind them, a sigh left your lips. the apologetic look on yamaguchi's face wasn't there for no reason; he, as well as the rest of your friends, were all well aware of the massive crush you had on him. ever since freshman year, it's been something you promised yourself you will hide from him forever.

tsukishima stretched his arms, a yawn leaving his lips as the late night hours finally caught up to him. you didn't notice when your neutral look turned to a bright smile. there was something incredibly comforting in this specific sight, tsukishima's soft features looking completely different from his usual appearance.

you crouched down next to the couch, trying to decide whether you should leave him to sleep here or try to get him to your bed and take the couch yourself. you almost didn't notice tsukishima's eyes glued to your face, a curious look to them as he scanned your features, something incredibly similar to what you've done just a while ago. he looked deep in thought, the pinkish color fading from his cheeks with time.

'has anyone told you you have a really interesting face?' he stated, his lips curved up in a proud smile as if he'd given you the greatest compliment of all time. 'you know, it's like a kaleidoscope. no matter how long you stare at it, you still can't take your eyes off of it.'

you laughed, the tips of your ears burning red, regardless of how stupid his 'compliment' was. sober tsukishima would never say something like this, but then again, that was the whole point. the sole reason why the blonde didn't drink much was that it brought out a different side of him.

an embarrassing one at that.

'alright, kei. let's get you to bed.'

you used all the strength you had to get him off the couch, a satisfied smile on your face when he got up on his own, almost tumbling over in the process. a giggle escaped your lips at the sight; knowing just how much you were going to laugh at him for it tomorrow, and every day after that.

you motioned for him to sit down on the bed, swiftly moving towards the wardrobe to him some fresh bedding.

'ohhhh,' a prolonged hum left tsukishima's lips as you started changing the sheets, his curious eyes following your frame around the room. he had his glasses back on, so now he could actually see what was happening. 'are we sleeping together?'

you almost choked on your own saliva.

your eyes met his for a brief second, just as you were finishing with the bed. you gently pushed him to lay down, taking his glasses off in the process so he won't break them when sleeping.

'i'll be sleeping on the couch tonight, so no.'

you looked over to the boy only to see... a frown?

it was almost as if you were looking at a completely different person. you were once more amazed with just how much a few drinks can change someone's behavior entirely.

tsukishima reached for your hand, pulling you down to lay with him. his touch send a wave of shivers down your body, as his tall frame scooted closer to you.

'stay here.' he murmured quietly. in that very moment, you forgot he wasn't sober; you wanted this situation to actually become reality. so, with a tad bit of hesitation, you obliged.

soon sleepiness got the best of you, your eyes slowly fluttering shut as you fell asleep, the blonde laying right beside you, his arm wrapped around your body as he murmured something under his breath. you didn't catch half of what he said, but there were three distinct words that you managed to understand.

'i love you.'

as tsukishima woke up the next day, a headache accompanying him from the moment he opened his eyes, the side of the bed was already empty. he slowly got up, arms reaching for his glasses laying on the small coffee table by the bed.

he slowly but surely tumbled into the kitchen, surprised when he saw a cup of tea standing in front of him already. his eyes shot up to be met with your figure, standing by the kitchen counter and making breakfast.

you smiled at the boy, looking at him for a spare second before focusing back on chopping the vegetables.

'this should help you with your headache.' you said, putting the last of chopped tomatoes into the bowl before giving the salad a nice mix, as silence took over the room.

'i said something stupid yesterday, didn't i?' his words echoed through the kitchen, disrupting the silence between you.

'now that you mention it' you said, putting down a bowl of food and a fork in front of him, sitting down on the chair right beside him. 'you did compare my face to a kaleidoscope, pouted like a kid when i told you i'm sleeping on the couch and were mumbling some incoherent words right before you fell asleep.'

tsukishima slightly covered his face, trying to hide his visible embarrassment at the mention of his drunken actions.

'well, at least i didnt confess to you when drunk.'

you looked at him for a long minute, your eyes indicating that something of this sort did happen yesterday. tsukishima's face was now flushed pink, more embarrassed than ever.

'oh.'

the room went completely silent, the two of you focusing on your food as you tried to think of any way to shift the conversation, get rid of the massive amounts of awkwardness.

tsukishima stood up, quickly getting your attention as your eyes shot up to meet his, a look on his face which you couldn't quite decipher.

'sorry for yesterday.' he sighed, hand moving up to adjust his glasses. he had a somewhat troubled look on his face, one that was apparent no matter how much he tried to hide it behind his cold demeanor.

he opened his lips for a few seconds, hesitant about his next words.

'i had somewhat of a different idea for my confession, but i guess that's it.'

you froze on the spot, mouth slightly agape, eyes searching for any indicators of tsukishima's words being a joke. despite trying really hard, she found nothing; only a nervous silence on the blonde's end, waiting for you to say something, anything.

'you... like me?'

he could only nod in response, distressed when seeing the huge grin growing on your face. he had no idea what to expect when you took a few steps towards him, but it definitely wasn't a kiss on the cheek, leaving his cheeks a deep shade of red.

'it's good to know that my feelings are mutual.'

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[clonecaptains]

On Tap

a jake 'hangman' seresin x shy!reader fic

warnings: none! unless you count jake being shirtless as one; she/her pronouns used; no use of y/n

word count: 1.7k

summary: you work for your family friend penny at the hard deck one summer and meet this handsome pilot....

a/n: i haven't written ?? something in over a year so thanks to glen powell for this i guess? and for yall encouraging me to write!! thank you for reading!

You don’t even remember how it started. And looking back you think maybe divine intervention must have led you here.

Your Aunt Penny – who isn’t even really your aunt, it’s what you’ve called her your whole life – invites you to work with her for the summer at the bar she owns. The Hard Deck.

Divine intervention or just your aunt thinking about you for a summer job has you quick to say yes. That’s how you find yourself working in a busy bar full of handsome men in uniform.

Penny, has you working odd jobs, filling in wherever you’re needed. Even if you never expected yourself to take a job like this – it was the freedom you wanted. To be somewhere else. Away from home.

What you didn’t know was that you’d find your new home here. And it wasn’t at Penny’s – you did live with her for a good while. But no, your new home would be a person. A tall dirty blond pilot with a flashy grin and strong arms that squeezed you tight.

You’d seen him around at the bar of course. He was hard to miss. There was something about him though that caught your eye more than any of the other pilots who frequented the joint.

Hangman they called him.

You asked Penny once what his real name was after he’d asked her for a couple beers. You tried to ask as casually as you could and if she suspected your crush on him, she didn’t say anything to tease. She did, however, tell you his name.

Jake Seresin.

You smiled a soft smile to yourself watching him take the beers back to his buddy. You liked the name. You liked him. You hadn’t spoken two words to him, but you had a crush.

Working with your aunt was already a fun kind of chaos, but you became downright eager to get to work for the chance you might see him.

When he was there? Your heart was in your throat as soon as he walked in. He’d take his sunglasses off and neatly hook them in the v of his shirt. The charisma that oozed from him sent electricity into your heart. The highest peak of a thrill was when he got close to the bar to make his order. You could hear his voice and you tried to be casual while he waited for Penny to hand him his drink.

It wasn’t long before Penny caught on. You were bummed on the nights he didn’t come in. And she saw how you lit up when he walked through the door no matter how much you tried to hide it.

That’s when she began to meddle. Only a little of course. But she saw something that you hadn’t. She’d seen Jake’s quick glances in your direction. She was surprised he didn’t say anything at first. He was usually quick on the draw to talk to a cutie.

She’d get to the bottom of it.

The first chance arose when he came in one night. You couldn’t help but smile a little when he came in. He was alone tonight but he didn’t seem to mind. He liked the atmosphere. The bar would be full of pilots soon and locals, and that energy was something he loved.

He headed straight for the bar, and you could feel your heart pounding harder and harder with each step he made. Suddenly the glass in your hand really, really needed to be dried off. You saw him quickly put his sunglasses on his shirt, and you made eye contact with him right has he did his little toothpick trick in his mouth. You know your eyes must have widened when his smile did.

Yeah, this glass really needs to be dry. This one in particular.

His Texas accent came out heavy when he asked Penny for a drink. She poured it but then handed it to you.

“Give this to Jake, will you? I gotta get this.” And before you could blink, his drink was thrust in your hand, and she was answering her phone. You didn’t have time to think that this was an obvious set up because the panic had set in that you had to hand this to him.

Jake was standing on the other side of the bar, waiting. His smile was growing. If you didn’t know any better, he was enjoying the flustered look on your face.

“Hi,” he said stretching out his hand to reach for his drink.

“Hi,” you answered back, breaking into a shy smile. You met him halfway to put the drink in his hand. His fingers touched yours in the exchange and you felt warmth grow on your skin.

“Jake,” he said as he grabbed the glass in his other hand and reached for you with his right.

You gave your name and took his hand. When your palms clasped, he squeezed and gave you a little wink.

“I’ve seen you in here lately,” he continued, “nice to meet you.” Another wink.

You meekly pulled your hand from his, and he took his first sip of beer. His eyes on you the whole time. You think all the moisture in your mouth must have evaporated from the heat of his gaze.

He wandered over to the dartboard and started to play. You stood frozen where you stood, and a little nudge from Penny broke you out of your stupor.

“Everything ok?” You asked and started to dry a different glass this time, one that actually needed it.

She nodded with a slight knowing smile. She could see the look on your face. You knew she could, but you tried to hide it.

She actually did get a phone call. Normally she wouldn’t answer while working, but it gave her the perfect opportunity to nudge you towards that handsome pilot.

She’d get another chance to nudge that next afternoon.

The two of you were in the bar when she grabbed a notebook of things she was working on. You were wiping down a table, and she called your name.

“Let’s go outside for a bit,” she motioned out back. You shrugged and followed her outside.

The sky was golden. And you squinted a little as your eyes adjusted. Penny sat down, notebook in hand and began to write. Write what you didn’t know or care. Because when you saw the crowd of pilots on the beach your attention was drawn there.

You spotted Jake immediately. Most of the pilots had taken their shirts off, and you managed to catch him as he was pulling off his black tee. You panicked when his glance turned your way. The sunglasses on his face didn’t hide where he looked – at you.

You felt a bolt of lightning, and you almost dropped the drink you had in hand.

“Sit,” Penny smiled and gave you a knowing pat on the back.

You did sit, and you watched them play football on the beach. Your eyes trained on Jake. It gave you a thrill knowing that he knew you were watching. You knew he was a showoff, but you liked to think he did really want you out there.

They weren’t close enough for you to tell exactly what was going on, and you couldn’t make out what they were saying. You could hear the occasional tweet from the whistle and the general chaos of yelling when someone scored.

At one point, you saw Maverick wave at Penny, and you smiled. You loved seeing their little interactions.

When the sun started to set, the game was coming to an end. The pilots dispersed; laughter rang out as the pockets of them split. But not Jake. He was headed right for the bar. His tee shirt in his hand, and you could see the sheen of sweat on his skin from where you sat. He got closer and you felt panic again.

You made up some excuse to go inside to Penny. And for the life of you – you don’t know why you did.

Not straying too far inside, you lingered by the door. You heard Jake walk up the steps and greet Penny.

“Where’d she go?” His voice muffled but you could still hear.

“Inside,” Penny nodded in the direction of the bar. “You better go in there and ask her out. Or I’ll set you up on a date with her myself.” Your heart jumped. There was a lump in your throat you couldn't swallow.

“But put your shirt on Jake, you’ll scare the girl to death.” You could hear the smile in her voice, and you didn’t stick by the door to hear what he said in return.

You headed for the bar, something safe to hide behind. Even though you wanted him to ask you out, it scared you to death. He made your knees weak, despite the thrill he gave you every time you saw him.

The back door creaked, and you felt sick and excited all at once. You glanced in that direction in time to see him pull his shirt on. It stuck to him, and he pinched some of the fabric in his fingers to pull it off his skin.

The blood pounding in your ears was loud, and it only grew as he got closer.

You were the only two people in the bar. You knew of course by now he was in there for you, and there wasn’t a single doubt in your mind now.

“Hi,” he said with the biggest grin you’d seen on him yet. He tacked on your name after his greeting, and you could’ve sworn that was the hottest thing that’s ever happened to you.

“Hi Jake,” you replied back, testing out his name on your lips. “Can I get you something?” You asked him with a smile, you wanted to see what he’d say back.

He leaned on the counter. He was close. You could smell the saltwater and sand on him.

“I don’t think it’s on tap,” he clicked his tongue.

“Oh?” you laughed softly, you know what he’s getting at. But you don’t dare stop him. You’ve been dying for him to flirt with you more, even if you weren’t sure what to do with his attention. “Try me?”

“Don’t suppose I could order a date with you? To go?”

“As luck would have it,” your face is warm, and you are beyond flustered but you find your words somehow. “We do have that, but only for you.”

“Is it available tonight?"

The smile on your face hurt your cheeks, and it matched his grin. Like before, he reached for you. Only this time you didn’t let go.

[cowboybeepboop]

Forbidden

"Yeah," you murmur, your voice shaky.

“Think you can stay quiet?” He questions

Pairing: Tyler Owens

Genre: smut

Word count: 3876

Summary: Tyler is your older brother's best friend making him entirely off limits, even still you’ve been crushing on him since the day you met. Without knowing the feeling was mutual. Then one thing leads to another and you find yourself almost getting caught with him in your tent.

a/n: This time there’s no cumming inside her w/o a condom 😔🙏 hope you all enjoy! Let me know if you have any requests 😝

The air was heavy as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an orange hue over the campground. You could feel the electricity in the atmosphere, the smell of pine thick in your nostrils. You had always seen Tyler as off-limits, your older brother's best friend, but that never stopped your feelings for him from forming.

As the group of friends gathered around the campfire, You found yourself drawn to Tyler's side. He was a famous tornado chaser, known for his fearless spirit, and tonight, he was alive with excitement while telling his stories of his adventures . His tall, muscular frame towered over you, his blond hair illuminated by the flickering flames, and his green-blue eyes sparkled with a mix of adventure and something else—a look that made your pulse quicken.

One by one, their friends drifted off to their tents, drawn by the soothing rumble of the distant thunder. You knew you should join them, but you found yourself rooted to the spot, unable to tear your eyes away from Tyler. He seemed to sense your unspoken desire, his gaze holding yours with an intensity that made your breath catch.Tyler knew he should head to his tent too but found himself unable to look away from you. Your presence draws him in like a magnet, and the way you stared up at him with an intensity made his heart beat faster. “You’re still here,” he observes, his voice low and soft in the quiet night.

”So are you…” you trail off your eyes raking over his handsome face as you inch closer to his warm body with a shiver. He smirks playfully as you move closer to him, the chill in the air making you crave his warmth. He reaches out and wraps an arm around you pulling you closer to his body. “Can’t sleep?” He asks, his voice a rumble in his chest as you cuddle closer to him.

The closeness between you was electric, and it sent a thrill through his body that he couldn’t ignore. You shake your head in response, pressing it against his chest as you watch the fire in front of you. “It makes me nervous, the idea of sleeping alone out here..” you mumble against his body. “I'll be cold in my tent too,” you sigh softly. He chuckles softly as you nuzzle against him.

Your words make his heart flutter as he tightens his arm around you, pulling you even closer. “You don’t have to sleep alone, you know,” He says quietly, his voice a low murmur against your hair. The thought of you being nervous, cold, and alone in your tent sent a wave of proactiveness through him. “You can stay with me, in my tent.. If you want.”

Your eyes widen at the suggestion “Ty.. I don’t think Boone would be too keen on that.” You bite your lip gazing up at him, your hand falls to his thigh.

He smiles at your words, his gaze meeting yours as you look up at him. He knows Boone, his best friend, wouldn’t approve of his suggestion, but he can’t bring himself to care in the slightest.

“Boone is asleep in his tent,” He says, his voice still a low murmur. “He won’t know you’re with me.” Your hand on his thigh leaves a burning through the fabric for his jeans, and it sends a jolt of desire through him.

“Tyler,” you try to keep a voice of reason but his warm body draws you in. Pulling away from him you stand up with a stretch, he frowns as you move away from him, “Let’s stay in my tent then, I have a couple warm blankets,” you offer him your hand with a sweet smile.

“Alright, princess,” he teases, taking your hand and getting up. His frown melts into a cheeky smile at the thought of being in your tent, surrounded by you and the scent of your perfume. “Lead the way.”

He couldn’t help but find it endearing how you were trying to be the voice of reason. It only makes him more drawn to you, wanting to push your boundaries just a bit.

You pull him along to your tent, quietly unzipping it and taking a step inside. You slip your shoes off looking up at him, motioning for him to come inside as you sit down on the air mattress.

He follows you inside, ducking his head as he comes in. He zips up the tent, chuckling as you wrap yourself in a blanket. The closeness of the space makes his heart beat faster. He sits down beside you, the air mattress shifting slightly under our combined weight.

“Cozy” he remarks, glancing around the tent before his gaze settles back on you with a smirk.

You smile sweetly, finding yourself back at his side, wrapping an arm around his waist. Your tongue flicks out to wet your bottom lip. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”

He smiles as you return to his side, his own arm wrapping around your waist pulling you closer.

“Probably not,” he admits, his eyes fixed on your lips, his desire for you growing stronger by the second. “But I don’t care. I want you here. I want you with me.” His lips rest on top of your head as he presses a small but comforting kiss in your hair.

"You smell good…” you mumble as you bury your face in his strong chest. You press yourself closer into his body, feeling yourself more and more drawn to his strong and warm muscular body.

He feels a rush of protectiveness and tenderness at your words, he pulls you closer as he rests his chin on your head.

“You feel good,” he murmurs, his voice low and husky. He feels the heat radiating off of you, the way your body presses against his making him ache for more. “You smell good too, Like vanilla and something sweet,” his fingers run through your hair ”it drives me insane.” He takes a deep breath savoring your scent.

“Tyler,” your voice is soft and needy as you move your hands across his body. Slipping them under his shirt desperate to feel closer to him, your fingers tracing his muscles as you move on top of his lap.

He feels a shiver down his spine at your touch, a soft groan leaving his parted lips as you trace the defined muscles of his chest and stomach.

“Princess,” he growls, his voice a mix of desire and warning as you settle on his lap. His grip on your waist tightening before he moves his hands up and down your sides. ”What are you doing?” He asks, even though he knows where this is going.

“I want to be closer to you,” you press your chest against his, burying your face into his neck. Your lips brush against his skin, closing your eyes as you continue running your cold hands over his bare chest. Desire courses through his body as your fingers tease his skin, his breath catching in his throat.

“You’re already pretty close,” he teases, his voice a low whisper. With your face buried in his neck, your lips brushing against his skin, he can’t help the way his hips move up in response to your touch.

”How much closer do you want to be, Princess?” His voice is full of desire and possessiveness.

You gulp softly as you pull back, moving your arms to his neck as you push against him, forcing his back onto the mattress below you. “As close as possible..” your voice is soft, nearly a whisper, as a blush paints your cheeks.

He grunts softly as his body hits the mattress with a thump. He looks up at you with a look of surprise at your boldness, his hands gripping your thighs as he pulls you against his hips.

“As close as possible, huh?” He repeats, his voice seductive, “Is that really what you want, princess?” He flips the pair of you over, guiding your legs to wrap around his hips.

Your head falls against the pillow, he hovers above you as you look up at him with need. He watches your face, the sight of you underneath him, sends a surge of lust through him.

He leans down, pressing his body against yours, his lips inches away from your own. “You’re so damn beautiful, you know that?” He murmurs against your neck, his voice a gruff rumble. “It’s taking all my willpower to not kiss you senseless right now.”

His lips connect with your neck as he kisses up to your jaw, making his way to your cheek toward your lips before he hovers above them. “Tyler, I want you to fuck me.” You arch your body up into his connecting your lips.

Our lips collide in a passionate kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth as he slides a hand up your thigh. He feels a jolt of desire run through him as you arch into him, your words and the way you say them make him lose control.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear those words from you, princess,” he murmurs against your lips. “You don’t know how much I’ve wanted you… How badly I’ve been wanting to make you mine.”

With that, he crushes his lips to yours in a desperate kiss, his hands grip your hips as he presses you against him. You moan into his mouth as you grind your hips against his, your hands moving to his hair, deepening the kiss.

He groans, his hands grasping your hips tighter as his crash into yours. “You’re going to be the death of me,” his lips move to your neck, sucking and biting the sensitive flesh.

His body was on fire, every nerve ending alive with need for you. His self control slipping away as he kisses your skin. His hands roaming over your body, tracing every curve and contour.

“Mm Ty…” you moan his name, your hands moving to his jeans. Your fingers fumble with the button and zipper. “I need you, please,” your voice full of desire as you move your body on his.

Hearing his name on your lips makes him even harder, the way you were desperately trying to get his jeans undone makes him more impatient. He helps you with his jeans, his body leaning into yours as he pushes the fabric down his hips, kicking them off.

“You have no idea how bad I need you right now,” he rasps, his hands slipping underneath your shirt, tracing the skin of your stomach “But… I want to take this slow.” He grinds his hips against yours. He slips your shirt over your head, throwing it to the side of the tent, groaning at the sight of your bare chest.

He pins your hands against the bed, moving his lips from your neck to your collarbone, then down your chest. Your thighs squeeze around his sides as you wiggle underneath him. You moan as he sucks dark hickeys into your chest, he moves his hand to grasp both of your wrists, freeing the other to unhook your bra.

“Let me touch you,” you whine, your body arching into his with desperation. “Please, Ty…” your moans drive him wild, his body responding to each movement you make.

He lets go of your wrists, letting you explore his body as you please. “Touch me, touch me however you want, princess” his voice thick with desire as he pulls your bra off of you, freeing your perky breasts, your nipples hardening with the chill of the air.

Your hands shake as you trace the lines of his muscular chest, feeling the heat of his body under your palms. Tyler’s eyes darken with lust as he watches you explore him, his chest rising and falling with every shallow breath he takes. He captures your wrists again, bringing them to his mouth to kiss and nibble at your knuckles before placing them back on his shoulders.

“But first, let me taste you,” he whispers, his voice full of promise. He kisses down your body, his tongue leaving a wet trail from your neck to your navel. You gasp as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of your shorts, pulling them and your panties down in one swift movement. The cool air meets your exposed skin, making you shiver. He kisses the inside of your thighs, his breath hot against your sensitive flesh. You can feel the dampness between your legs and your heart races in anticipation.

Tyler's tongue slides along your slit, teasing your clit gently before delving deeper. You moan loudly, your hands tangling in his hair as he pleasures you. His touch is both tender and insistent, making you arch off the mattress as waves of pleasure roll through your body. He sucks and licks at your tender flesh, building the intensity until you're panting with need.

His thumbs brush against your nipples, rolling them gently between his fingers as he continues to feast on you. The sensation is overwhelming, and you tighten your grip on his shoulders, urging him closer as you whimper his name. The world around you fades away, leaving only the sound of your breathing and the feel of his mouth on your most intimate parts.

You know you're close, so close, and you can't hold back anymore. You whisper his name again, begging him not to stop as the first tremors of an earth-shattering orgasm begin to build deep within you.

Your nails dig into Tyler's shoulders as the intensity of his kisses grows, his tongue dancing around your clit with a mastery that leaves you panting for more. Each stroke is precise, each lick deliberate, building the crescendo of pleasure within you. "Oh, Tyler," you moan, your voice tight with need as your body tightens, poised on the edge of release.

And then, with a final flick of his tongue, you're there, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave. Your back arches off the mattress, and you cry out his name as your muscles spasm around his mouth. He doesn't stop, though, continuing to taste you as your body trembles and quivers with the aftershocks of pleasure.

He licks up every drop of your arousal, savoring your sweetness as you come down from your high. His eyes meet yours, dark with desire, as he pulls away, leaving you breathless and craving more.

Suddenly, the sound of zipping fabric and shuffling footsteps outside the tent snaps you both out of the momentary bliss. You tense, your eyes going wide with fear at the realization that someone might see you. "Shh," you whisper urgently, tugging at the hem of Tyler's shirt to cover your bare chest as you pull the blanket over both of you. Your heart hammers in your chest as the footsteps draw closer, the blood rushing in your ears.

"Someone's coming," you mouth to him, your voice barely audible over the thunder in the distance. Tyler's body goes rigid above yours, his eyes darting to the tent entrance before he nods, pressing his mouth to your neck in a silent promise to stay still. You push him off the mattress into the gap between it and the side of the tent, throwing another blanket over him as you close your eyes pretending to be asleep.

The zipper of your tent unzips slowly, and a sliver of cool night air slips inside, sending a shiver down your spine. The flap opens just enough for someone to peer in, and for a terrifying moment, you're convinced you're about to be caught in the most compromising of situations. But the person seems to think better of it, muttering something about needing the bathroom before retreating into the night, the sound of their footsteps fading away.

You let out a sigh of relief, your body relaxing into the mattress as Tyler chuckles softly, finding his way back against your skin. "I think we should keep this our little secret," he whispers, his voice laced with a hint of mischief as he kisses your neck gently. You nod, your cheeks flaming with a mix of embarrassment and excitement.

"Yeah," you murmur, your voice shaky.

“Think you can stay quiet?” He questions as he moves you on top of him, wanting you to ride him.

With a shaky nod, you straddle Tyler, feeling his hardness beneath you. You lean down, capturing his mouth in a fierce kiss to muffle any potential noise as you align his shaft with your entrance. You gasp as you lower yourself onto him, feeling him fill you completely. His hands come to rest on your hips, guiding you as you begin to move slowly, the friction sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your body.

Each time you move, his grip tightens, his eyes never leaving yours. You bite your lip to stifle a moan, the thrill of possibly being caught making your movements more urgent. Tyler's breathing is harsh in your ear, his own hips rising to meet yours as you find a rhythm that has you both panting with desire. You whisper his name as you rock against him, feeling your climax building once more.

He whispers back, his voice strained, "You're so fucking tight, baby." The tension in the tent is palpable from the passion brewing within it. Each thrust is a silent declaration of want and need, and as you move together, it's as if the entire world has faded away, leaving only the two of you tangled in the sticky heat of your secret tryst.

Suddenly, Tyler's grip on your hips tightens, and with a grunt, he flips our bodies over, taking control. You gasp in surprise as he slams into you, his need apparent in every powerful thrust. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, muffling his own moans as he claims you with an urgency that sends your heart racing.

His teeth graze your skin, leaving a trail of tender kisses along your collarbone as he drives deeper and deeper inside you. The sound of the rain pattering against the tent only adds to the intensity of the moment, the soft wetness mimicking the slickness between your legs. Each time he hits your spot, you bite back a scream, your nails digging into his back as you hold onto the edge of sanity.

His body moves over yours like a storm, powerful and unyielding, and all you can do is cling to him, lost in the tumult of passion and adrenaline that courses through your veins. His every movement is a silent command, one that your body responds to instinctively, arching to meet him as he brings you closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy.

Despite the danger of being discovered, the thrill of the secret only makes the moment more intense, the forbidden nature of your union a drug that intoxicates you both. Your breaths come in ragged gasps, your eyes locked onto his as he fucks you with a primal need that mirrors the tempest outside. The world around you is a blur of sensation, and you know you'll never forget the feel of him, the taste of him, the sound of his love making you his in the middle of the stormy night.

With a groan of need, Tyler pulls out from you, his eyes dark with desire as he watches your body quiver beneath him. He reaches for your discarded panties, he wraps the fabric around his cock as he fucks his hand, cumming into the fabric. "You're so beautiful… I want you to cum for me," he murmurs, his voice thick with lust. He shifts, coming back to you he begins to pump his fingers in and out of you.

Your hips move with his, seeking more, more of the pleasure he's giving you. The sound of the rain outside crescendos with your cries, mixing with the rustle of the blanket and the slick sounds of your bodies moving together. The pressure builds once again, the storm inside the tent mirroring the one outside.

Tyler's thumb circles your clit as he continues to fill you with his fingers, and you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. You bite your lip, trying to stay quiet, but the effort is futile as you let out a muffled scream, your orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave. He groans in satisfaction, watching your face contort with pleasure before he pulls his hand away, bringing the panties to his mouth to taste your essence.

The erotic sight sends a shiver down your spine, making your core clench around his hand. "Again, princess," he whispers, a wicked smile playing on his lips as he lowers his mouth to your breasts, his fingers still working their magic inside you. Your body responds eagerly, your legs trembling as the beginnings of another climax coil within you.

After you cum once again, Tyler gently pulls his fingers out of you, licking them clean with a satisfied smile. He then lays down beside you, pulling your naked body to his own. You shiver in the cool air, but the warmth of his skin quickly soothes you. His arm wraps around your waist, and he pulls you into his embrace, your back pressed against his chest as he nuzzles your neck.

The rain outside has turned into a gentle patter, and the occasional rumble of thunder reminds you of the intensity of the passion that just unfolded between you. His heart beats against your back, a steady rhythm that matches the soft panting of your breath. You feel his cock, still hard against your thigh, and the desire to feel him inside you again is almost unbearable.

But for now, you both lie still, catching your breath and savoring the closeness of your bodies. His hand rests on your stomach, the heat of his palm seeping into your skin as his breathing slowly evens out. The scent of sex fills the tent, mixing with the faint scent of rain and pine, creating an intoxicating aroma that feels uniquely yours.

You can feel his heart beating in sync with yours, and in that moment, you know that no matter the consequences, you'd do it all over again. Your hand reaches back to intertwine with his, a silent declaration of the connection that's been forged in the heat of the night.

Together, you listen to the calming sounds of the storm outside, while the storm inside your hearts continues to rage with an intensity that neither of you could have ever anticipated.

[gureumz]

liar, sweetheart

rating: explicit

member: sunghoon

premise: your best friend, benj, is a twin but he's the complete opposite of his brother. his brother, sunghoon, is all kinds of sleazy, or so you've heard. knowing about your big fat crush on your best friend, this sorry excuse of a twin brother agrees to put in a good word, in exchange for a good fuck, of course.

notes: fem!reader, dom!sunghoon, sort of rivals-to-lovers, unprotected sex, slight breeding, dacryphilia, dirty talk, degradation, praise, clothed sex, accidental voyeurism, sunghoon is two people here lmao, lmk if i missed anything!

a/n: fifth entry for my 1k follower special! we're in the endgame now, people. one last after this and my 1k event is ending. how did that happen :') anyways, i really got back into my writing groove for this one so i hope you all enjoy!

"what do you think of sunghoon?"

your ears perk up as you turn your head to give your best friend a look.

oh, benj. sweet, sweet benjamin park.

awkward but in a cute, boyish sort of way, tall almost to the point of gangly, but handsome in the way supermodels were.

benj is a figure skater, a very good one at that. he's at the level where if he did well enough, he'd be international news tomorrow. you've seen him skate and to you, it was nothing short of mesmerizing.

oh, you. clueless, utterly clueless you.

honestly, it was all so predictable.

a situation right out of booktok's latest favorite friends-to-lovers novel by some up-and-coming author. the comfortable silence, the memorized starbucks orders, the pining, oh, the pining. booktok lives for the pining.

sitting here in benj's room as he casually games, fingers lazily moving over his ps5 controller, you realize just how utterly shortsighted you were.

of course you'd fall in love with your best friend. it's law. it's fate. a canon event, as the kids say.

but, you're getting out of topic here. right now, benj is asking you about his twin brother.

"what do you mean?" you ask, swiveling around in the office chair by benj's desk. benj is perched on his bed, leaned up against his headboard as he plays.

"like...what do you think of him...?" benj repeats, as if in an attempt to rephrase his question but ultimately failing.

your forehead creases even more.

"you have to be more specific than that," you chuckle.

benj pauses the game, setting the controller down. he shifts on his side so he can get a better look at you.

"do you like him?" benj deadpans, raising an eyebrow.

you nearly choke on your own saliva.

sunghoon. benj's twin brother.

the younger twin, as benj always reminded. your thoughts drift to the other park brother, complete in all his dark clothes and equally dark hair.

while benj afforded himself the preference of dying his hair an icy blonde, sunghoon kept his own hair jet black. benj wore sweaters and cardigans and loose-fitting shirts, but sunghoon wore button-ups, with the first three buttons popped open, paired with jeans ripped to the heavens.

benj is the shining star in this family, a star figure skater, an overachiever. sunghoon battles his way around ice hockey, dabbles in dance, keeps his triumphs to himself.

benj is the sun, while sunghoon is the moon. yin and yang.

you get the picture.

oh, and sunghoon is a complete asshole. benj is not.

"he's okay," you finally answer. benj looks at you like he's waiting for more.

"that's it?" benj asks after a second.

you roll your eyes. "i don't know what you want me to say. i barely talk to him since i spend most of my time with you."

benj cocks his head to the side, as if curious.

"weird," he says. "he asks about you all the time."

this piques your interest.

"he does?"

benj shrugs, returning his attention to the tv. he picks the forgotten controller back up, resuming his game.

"yeah. asks if and when you'll be coming over," benj explains. he shoots you a quick side glance.

"you're not hooking up behind my back, are you?"

you physically recoil at benj's words, the idea initially repulsive to you.

"absolutely not," you practically spit out. "he's not my type."

benj bursts out laughing, his eyes forming cute crescents as he does so.

"you basically just called me ugly with that," benj points out, eyes unmoving from the tv screen.

you stutter for a second. "that's not what i meant. it's just—well we're not close, at least not like how we are and—"

you sigh, cutting yourself off. you've embarrassed yourself enough, you think.

benj shakes his head, one side of his mouth turning up in a half-smile.

"okay, no need to explain, ______. i was just asking," benj says. "but the way you're so defensive about it is raising a few questions, not gonna lie."

you rub exasperatedly at your temples.

"i am not sleeping with your brother."

---

"hey."

you nearly jump a foot back in surprise. looking up, you're met with the stern gaze of sunghoon, black hair falling over his eyes. he's wearing one of those compression shirts, ridiculously tight against his toned upper body.

you turn away before it gets weird.

"oh, sorry, is benj home?" you ask, peeking momentarily past sunghoon.

"he's at training," sunghoon informs. "didn't he tell you?"

you glance at your watch. "he said he'd be done by now."

sunghoon raises an eyebrow. "well, he's not."

your mouth falls open, your mind momentarily going blank. you shift your expression to one of stony resolve.

"you know what, i'll just come back. sorry to bother you," you say, already turning away.

"i didn't tell you to leave, did i?"

you turn back, giving sunghoon a look. you stare hard, noticing just how much he resembles benj. but some things differ, naturally.

an extra beauty mark. the slightly sharper upturn of his nose. the seemingly eternal frown on his face.

"you can come in," sunghoon says with a sigh, stepping aside. you duck your head as you cross the threshold.

"and don't be so uptight next time," he adds. you can practically hear the smirk as he says this.

you glare daggers at sunghoon and he's still smiling as he closes the door behind him. he crosses his arms and studies you.

he leans back against the door and you straighten yourself up as much as you could.

"what's your problem, sunghoon?" you ask, planting your hands on your hips.

"what's yours?" sunghoon replies. you feel a twinge of annoyance spark in your chest.

"nothing," you emphasize. "and that's exactly it. i don't have a problem but if you don't stop acting like that, i might just have one soon enough."

"acting like what?" sunghoon questions, tilting his head to the side.

you swallow. you rack your brain for something to say, and don't be mistaken, you have a lot, but it's like your train of thought has halted altogether.

"like...that," you say, gesticulating vaguely with your hands.

sunghoon laughs, a hand coming up to run through his hair. you watch him, observe as his muscles shift beneath that stupidly tight, stupidly attractive shirt.

...what?

"are you this jumpy with my brother?" sunghoon asks, shoving his hands in the pockets of his grey sweatpants.

"i don't follow," you say, taking a step back. being close to sunghoon seems suffocating now, as if the air is stuffy with something you can't quite put your finger on.

"of course, you don't," sunghoon mutters under his breath.

it takes everything in you not to punch him square in the jaw.

"you like benj, don't you?" it's more of a statement rather than a question and it's so unexpected to you, you nearly stumble back in surprise.

"what?" is all you can say.

sunghoon snorts as if your confusion is oh-so-amusing.

"no need to deny it, _______," sunghoon reassures. "everyone with one working eye can see it."

you decide to stay silent. maybe if you don't react, sunghoon would drop the subject.

sunghoon seems satisfied with himself as he grins, nodding to himself, probably mentally patting himself on the back for his 'detective work'. he brushes past you and you get a whiff of his perfume and what you can assume is his body wash.

fresh. powdery. clean.

you wait a second before you hear his bedroom door close.

you let out a breath you weren't aware you were holding.

your phone vibrates with a notification and you're relieved to see it's a message from benj.

'are you at my place yet? i'll be home in a few. sunghoon will let you in. sorry, love u!'

you smile to yourself as you lock your phone.

---

you couldn't stop thinking about it.

were you really that obvious? or is it just some twin telepathy that's why sunghoon could tell? could benj tell?

you sit up, careful not to jostle anything in your immediate vicinity. you peer up at benj's sleeping figure from where you're situated on his spare mattress, positioned on the floor right next to his bed.

he seems to be deep in slumber, shoulders rising and falling steadily. you swallow, realizing how parched your throat has gotten. you get up on your feet, treading carefully around benj's room to get to the door.

you exit, walking down the hallway of the parks' penthouse apartment, trying to make as minimal sound as you can. you round the corner to where you know the kitchen is and you immediately stop in your tracks.

"shit—" you curse, startled by the figure standing by the kitchen island.

your eyes adjust to the dim lighting and you realize you've come face to face with sunghoon.

"hi, _______," sunghoon greets. "fancy seeing you here."

you huff, approaching the refrigerator. "ha ha. you scared the shit out of me."

you hear sunghoon laugh quietly from behind you.

you take the ice-cold pitcher out of the fridge, setting it on the counter before walking over to the cupboards where the parks keep their glasses.

you can feel sunghoon watching you, aware of the burning attention. you can feel your neck prickle with it.

you pull the cupboard door open and it's only now that you realize you can barely see. afraid to just reach in and possibly knock over and break something, you pause, willing your vision to adjust even more to the low lighting.

"hey, can you turn on the—"

your words are cut off when you feel warmth press up against your back. you flinch, watching with wide eyes as sunghoon's arm braces itself against the countertop in front of you. he reaches over you, his breath tickling the top of your head.

you shiver involuntarily.

you turn to face him, pressing yourself fully against the granite behind you. sunghoon pulls a glass down from the cupboard, handing it to you. his arm is still planted firmly to your side, half caging you in.

"here," sunghoon says.

you can just make out his face in the low light, his scent invading your senses once more. you take the glass from him and he steps away, freeing you.

you wordlessly return to the center of the kitchen, pouring yourself the water you desperately need. and boy, do you need it.

you gulp down mouthfuls of it, unsure why your legs are suddenly weak, your knees threatening to give out.

"hey," sunghoon calls out. you pause, turning to where he's still standing by the cupboards.

he has the same easy stance he had earlier in the day. leaned back, arms crossed. even in the dark, you can feel him staring.

"what?" it comes out a little more harshly than you'd like and you wince.

"do you hate me or something?" sunghoon asks brusquely.

once again, you find yourself rendered speechless by sunghoon.

"no," you answer simply, setting your glass down.

"then why don't you hang out with me like you do with benj?" sunghoon asks, approaching you.

"because benj is my best friend, you're not," you respond. sunghoon stops right in front of you and you have to crane your neck to meet where you think his eyes are.

"your best friend that you're in love with," sunghoon says, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"that's not true," you deny.

sunghoon snickers. "sure, keep lying to yourself, sweetheart."

you inhale at the term of endearment.

"you know, i never understood why you got closer to him but you stopped spending time with me altogether," sunghoon muses. "the three of us grew up together, remember?"

you do.

the afternoons spent in the local playground. you and benj sat on the swings while sunghoon pushed. you and sunghoon on the seesaw while benj attempted to balance in the middle (much to their mother's horror). the twins hiding while you played seeker.

a smile tugs at your lips at the memory. and then it falters just as quick.

"you were the one who stopped hanging out with us," you say, a little accusatory in the way you did. "you had newer ice hockey friends and when middle school rolled around, you decided those girls were worth your time more than us."

'more than me,' is what you wanted to say. but you swallow it down.

sunghoon stays silent at this. after what you estimate is a minute, he sighs.

"sorry," is all he says.

you shake your head. "it's okay, we all drift apart from our childhood friends at one point."

sunghoon steps even closer. you can feel him now. a strange crackle of electricity tickles your fingertips.

"that's not the case with you and benj," sunghoon observes.

it's your turn to say nothing.

"i can help you," sunghoon suggests. your head snaps up as you try to process sunghoon's words.

you can see him now, illuminated by the faint hallway lights behind you. sunghoon's looking at you, expression unreadable.

"help me?" you parrot back. sunghoon nods.

"i can help you get with benj, if that's what you want. plant the seeds, so to speak," sunghoon explains. "he is my twin brother, after all."

you consider this for a moment. there's no denying the giddy feeling you get in benj's presence. the comfort it gives you when you spend the whole day together. the butterflies in your stomach when he beams at you, all bright and shining.

this should be an offer you can't refuse.

"i just have one thing to ask of you," sunghoon cuts through your thoughts.

"what?" you ask.

sunghoon pauses, turning away as if gathering his own words.

"do you ever feel that there's this weird...thing between us?" sunghoon asks.

your whole body seems to stiffen. your hands turn cold, clammy.

"like tension," sunghoon elaborates. "something you can't really explain."

"no," you answer a little too quickly.

sunghoon chuckles. "there you go again, lying."

you avoid sunghoon's gaze, staring hard at a spot behind him where his shadow dances against the cabinets.

"if you agree to...try this thing with me just this once, i'll help you get together with benj," sunghoon concludes, bending lower so he's in your line of sight.

unable to avoid him any longer, you look into sunghoon's eyes. he's much clearer now, your eyes well-adjusted to the dark. he's looking at you, expression soft, unlike the other times you've come face-to-face with him.

"so, you're offering to be my wingman, but only if i let you fuck me?" you string your words out carefully. "is that it?"

sunghoon sighs, shrugging. "basically, yeah. sounds fucking weird but you can always say no."

"it is weird," you confirm. you cross your arms as you narrow your eyes at sunghoon.

"can't we just skip the part where we fuck and go straight to the part where you help me?"

sunghoon grins down at you, dipping even lower so you're eye level with him.

"it's as if you don't know me at all, _______," sunghoon says lowly. "that hardly seems fair, sweetheart."

you grit your teeth.

"besides, do you want to skip the part where we fuck?" sunghoon presses on the last word, holding your gaze as he said it. you feel a warmth spread all over your body.

you take a deep breath, steadying yourself. your mind is at war with itself, warning you that this is a bad idea. if you get together with benj after, what then? take the secret that you fucked his brother to your grave?

"just this once, and when we're done, you'll help me, correct?" you say, raising a brow at sunghoon.

sunghoon nods. "exactly."

you pause. you want it. what 'it' is, you're not so sure.

you reach your hand out.

"deal."

sunghoon grasps your hand in his, squeezing firmly. his fingers envelop yours easily, your palm almost cartoonishly smaller than his.

and he's warm. so warm.

your eyes meet his and it's like something snaps.

you feel sunghoon grasp at your waist and your own arms come flying up to wrap around sunghoon's neck. he kisses you fervently, harshly, desperately. you respond with the same enthusiasm, pulling him closer to you.

sunghoon pushes you against the fridge, the contents rattling within. you gasp as the cold metal presses through your thin pajamas, but sunghoon drinks in any noise from you with his mouth.

"fuck," sunghoon mutters softly.

"god, ______," sunghoon continues, hands splayed against your back, his lips exploring the expanse of your neck.

"sunghoon," you whisper, clutching onto his wide frame. you mewl softly when you feel him suckle on a spot just above your collarbone.

you pull sunghoon away from your neck, guiding his face back to level with yours. you kiss him some more, a strange feeling bubbling within you.

it's making you want more of sunghoon, as if your whole being craved him.

you hear a soft click of a door opening somewhere down the hall and your eyes fly open, your hands forcing sunghoon off you. he jumps back as well, a panicked look on his face.

footsteps echo in the hallway and a voice immediately follows after.

"_______?"

benj. it's benj. his voice is thick with sleep and you look over at sunghoon, eyes wide with alarm.

"i-i'm in the kitchen," you call out. "just needed a drink."

you rush out of the kitchen and into the hall, running right into benj's firm chest. he catches you before you stumble and he holds you at arm's length, looking at you through half-closed eyes.

"there you are," benj says with a laugh.

you let out a nervous giggle of your own, gently pushing benj back towards his room.

"i'm right here," you assure him. benj rambles on about hearing noises from his room and you quickly dismiss it as you just messing around in their kitchen.

just as you herd benj back into his room, you look back down the hall and see sunghoon sauntering casually towards his own door. he catches your eye and winks, stepping quietly into his room.

---

"i know what you were doing last night."

you stop dead in your tracks, hand frozen in midair just as you're unwrapping your hair from your towel.

you had just stepped out of the bathroom adjacent to benj's room, dressed in his shirt and your shorts from yesterday. it's the morning after your little tryst with sunghoon and you were nearly a hundred percent sure you had successfully lied your way out of an explanation to benj.

it turns out, you haven't.

"you were hooking up with sunghoon, weren't you?" benj says, looking at you expectantly.

you put on your best attempt at an appalled expression, eyes wide an lips turning down into a frown.

"no, i wasn't," you muster up with as much disgust as you can.

benj just laughs. "i've lived here for nearly half my life, ____. i know the sounds of this house better than you."

"well, you thought wrong," you argue, busying yourself with brushing through your hair. you keep your eyes trained on the full body mirror in front of you, setting your sight on your own face.

benj comes up behind you, looking at you as if he could see right through you.

you think maybe he can.

"you're such a bad liar," benj accuses.

"i would never hook up with your brother," you protest, raking through your hair aggressively. you're getting antsy and you pray that benj would just drop the subject.

"why not?" benj questions.

you look at his reflection, scowling. "i don't like him like that, benj."

"hooking up with him would feel like hooking up with you," you add. 'a red herring, yes,' you think. 'distract him, make him feel weird for even asking.'

benj gives you a look. "what's so bad about that?"

you stare open-mouthed at benj. a million thoughts are flying through your head and something pinches at your chest.

"you're my best friend, benj," you try to reason. "that's weird."

"and hooking up with my brother isn't?"

you groan, letting your head fall into your hands.

"i didn't hook up with sunghoon!"

benj nods, pouting as if not fully convinced. "okay, whatever you say."

he steps out through the door, leaving you in his eerily quiet room.

you sigh, turning back to your reflection.

"not yet," you whisper to yourself.

---

"aren't you leaving yet?"

you look up from your phone and you're met with sunghoon peeking through benj's door. his hair is damp and you can smell his aftershave from where you're sprawled out on benj's bed.

"nope," you reply curtly, turning back to your phone.

"you've been here two days," sunghoon points out, stepping into the room. you ignore the jolt of excitement in your gut.

"i'll leave once benj comes back from training," you say.

"oh sure, then the two of you will get caught up again in whatever nerd things you do, and then it's the evening and you'll stay another night, walking around in your skimpy pajamas," sunghoon rambles sarcastically.

you narrow your eyes him as you sit up. "what's wrong with my pajamas?"

"they make me impossibly hard, _______. that's what's wrong," sunghoon admits, expression unchanging.

your eyebrows shoot up in mild surprise. "that down bad, huh?"

"nah," sunghoon replies nonchalantly.

"whatever you say, sweetheart," you say, throwing the pet name back at sunghoon.

sunghoon lets his eyes travel over your body, expression darkening, and you feel every hair on your skin stand up under his unrelenting gaze. you shift around, unsure of what to do with sunghoon's undivided attention.

you watch as sunghoon approaches, his jaw set as he pauses right before benj's bed. he meets your eyes and before you know it, sunghoon is crawling over you, stopping once he has you caged in between his arms.

"you're seriously not thinking of fucking me on your twin brother's bed, are you?" you whisper. you're nearly nose to nose with sunghoon now.

"i am," sunghoon answers simply before kissing you, effectively driving you back against the plush mattress.

the same bubbling feeling reappears and you grab at any part of sunghoon that you can, hooking your legs around his waist. he grunts against your mouth and you feel him harden against your core.

"this is my shirt by the way," sunghoon grins against your lips. "benj stole it from me a while back."

you moan at the thought of it. you feel sunghoon reach under your—his—shirt, chuckling when he feels the absence of a bra. he cups one of your breasts in his hand, kneading as he continues his assault on your lips.

"lose this," sunghoon commands, his other hand tugging your shorts down harshly. you oblige, reaching down to discard the piece of clothing along with your underwear.

"but keep this on," sunghoon adds as he kisses along your jaw, referring to the large shirt swallowing your frame.

you kick off your shorts and underwear the same time sunghoon pulls back to undo his own joggers. he throws them off to the side unceremoniously before hovering back over you, his eyes scanning every feature of your face.

"if you're so in love with benj, why are you about to sleep with me on his bed?" sunghoon asks, his fingers trailing down delicately from your chest down to your stomach. you flinch, fighting the urge to curl into yourself at the ticklish feeling.

sunghoon continues down towards the space between your legs, wasting no time swiping through your folds. you gasp, back arching as sunghoon rubs up and down, finger circling teasingly around your entrance.

"you talk too much," you counter, voice shaking. "are you gonna fuck my brains out or what?"

sunghoon sneers, shoving two fingers in without warning. you yelp, turning to bury your face in benj's pillow. it smells like him, but you barely register that, seeing as his twin's fingers are knuckles deep in you.

"go on, run your mouth like you always do, slut," sunghoon taunts. you involuntarily clench down at his use of such a degrading word and sunghoon notices, of course, his mouth curling into a smirk.

"should have known you were into that," sunghoon wonders out loud. he moves his fingers in and out of you, pumping his thick digits into your wanting hole.

you clamp a hand down on your mouth, suppressing every noise that threatens to escape you.

"let me hear you, pretty, come on," sunghoon coos, prying your hand off your face. "it's just the two of us here."

you bite your lip but let yourself be heard as sunghoon continues to fuck you with his fingers. he curls them up inside you and you thrash about, the pressure building within your abdomen.

"gonna cum already? you're so fucking easy," sunghoon comments, leveling his face with your cunt. he blows softly against your clit and you cry out in pleasure.

you feel the wet heat of his tongue press against your bundle of nerves and coupled with sunghoon's fingers, you can't help but curse loudly at the sensations.

"shit, sunghoon!" you whine. "yes, just like that, please."

sunghoon wraps his lips around your clit, sucking and running his tongue over it alternately. you feel like you're about to lose your mind. you're seconds away from orgasm and you barely have any time to warn sunghoon.

"i'm gonna cum, sunghoon i'm gonna—"

you're cut short by your own loud moans as you feel yourself come undone, your whole body seizing up. you grip at the sheets beneath you with one hand while the other reaches down to thread through sunghoon's hair. you hear him grunt against your pussy as you tug at the strands.

eventually, you relax, easing up on sunghoon's hair. he comes up to face you, his mouth glistening with your release. he licks his lips, smirking at the way you watch him with awe.

"you still with me?" sunghoon asks with a raise of his brow. you nod weakly, hands coming up to cup at his face.

sunghoon leans down to kiss you tenderly and you moan as you taste yourself on his lips. he moves his lips against yours slowly, savoring each pass of your tongue over each other's, tugging on your bottom lip with his teeth as he pulls away.

you peek down and see that sunghoon's cock stands red and angry against the black of his shirt.

"fuck me raw," you say before you can stop yourself.

sunghoon's eyebrows shoot up.

"are you sure?" he asks.

you nod, angling your hips up. restraint be damned, you want sunghoon and you want him now.

sunghoon chews down on his bottom lip as he lines himself up against your dripping hole. he coats his tip with your juices and you throw your head back as he teases you with his leaking cock.

"please," you whisper.

sunghoon presses a kiss on your cheek. "i got you, angel."

you feel him push in, stretching you out more than you anticipated. your mouth falls open in a silent moan as sunghoon slowly but surely bottoms out. your heart races and your mind loses all coherent thought. all you can register is that sunghoon feels like he's splitting you open with his dick.

"fuuuuck," sunghoon drawls into your ear.

"so fucking tight and so fucking good," he continues, bracing himself on either side of you. he moves his hips experimentally, pulling out then thrusting in and the two of you moan at the same time.

"give it to me," you pant, pulling sunghoon closer. "don't you dare hold back."

sunghoon grunts as he snaps his hips forward. you whine and moan like a whore as sunghoon fucks into you with reckless abandon. he keeps his eyes on your face, observing every expression that passes over your features.

"look at me," sunghoon orders as you let your eyes flutter close. "i said, look at me."

you obey, peering up at sunghoon through your lashes. he grabs your jaw as he hammers even harder into you. you cry out brokenly as you feel him deep within you. he's like a man starved, eyes wild as he takes you like this. rough and uncaring and oh so desperate.

"waited so long for this," sunghoon grunts. "to have you moaning and begging under me."

you feel tears prickle in your eyes, half from sunghoon's sharp nails digging into your cheek and half from the way his cock repeatedly punches against your cervix. it hurts but it's a pain you'd like to savor.

"god," sunghoon says, his face scrunching up in pleasure. he momentarily closes his eyes as he moves his hips even faster. he turns back to you, and by this time, your tears have escaped, streaking your face.

"fuck yeah, cry for me," sunghoon curses. "my pretty slut, weeping over my dick."

"oh, fuck—"

it came so suddenly, so unexpectedly that you can physically feel your body jolt. your second orgasm of the day rips through you, brought about by the filthy words escaping sunghoon's mouth. you hear him practically growl above you as he stills, your cunt clenching down so hard he's unable to move. you feel him twitch inside you and a second later, the warmth of his cum follows, shooting deep inside.

you're full-on crying now, mind hazy from pleasure as sunghoon catches himself before completely crushing you with his weight.

you wrap your shaky arms around sunghoon's shoulders, stroking his hair as the two of you calm yourselves down. sunghoon pulls out a minute later and you wince, immediately clamping your legs together to keep all of him inside you.

sunghoon plops down next to you, breathing heavy as his eyes stare at the ceiling. you hug your knees to your chest, hoping that nothing stains benj's sheets.

"fuck, that's a good girl, keeping all my cum in," sunghoon says through breathless chuckles. you groan, swatting at his chest.

"get tissues or something," you demand weakly, rolling over to your side. sunghoon pulls you close and cradles you against his chest.

"later," he murmurs, kissing you on the forehead. "just wanna hold you."

you hum in agreement, letting your eyes droop close. the two of you lay there, unmoving for a few minutes.

you initially think it's your imagination but you can hear faint footsteps coming down the hallway from outside benj's room. just as your eyes fly open, a loud knock thunders against the door.

"are you done?" comes benj's muffled voice from the other side.

"as much as i wanted to stay and watch, that might not be something you guys are into, so i gave you your privacy," he continues.

you and sunghoon look at each other, clearly panicking.

"but please, for the love of god, don't do it on my goddamn bed next time!"

[mermaidgirl30]

✨Saddle Me Up, Cowboy Part 1: Spin Me Around the Dance Floor✨

Cowboy! Joel Miller x fem! reader

Series Masterlist

A/N: Thank you to @alltheirdamn for encouraging me to write this! Beth Dutton and Rip Wheeler from Yellowstone heavily inspired this short little series. I hope you enjoy 🩷 I just saw @auteurdelabre Trope Off challenge, so I’m tagging this as a meet cute for that!

Chapter Summary: You were only trying to enjoy your drink and watch the different couples spin around the dance floor at your favorite country club, but all that changed when you set your eyes on a certain handsome brown-eyed cowboy.

Rating: 18+ only

Word Count: 4.6k

Tags: Lots of fluff, flirting, pining, two stepping, meet cute at a country western bar, no use y/n, no outbreak au, switching POVs, soft! Joel, summer love, reader has hair

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

The neon lights flash across the busy dance floor as bodies sway back and forth to the slow country tune. Smoke permeates through the air as couples hold each other close and the men spin their lovers around the wooden floor. You love two stepping, love the rustic feel of the bar, love the feel of your jean shorts and fitted cowboy boots. You just love being here on a Friday night in your favorite country bar called Cowboys. 

   You stir the straw slowly around in your mixed drink, your elbow leaning against the side of the dance floor, toes tapping on the bottom of the barstool. And as you watch the happy couples spin across the floor, you can’t help but wish that was you out there. 

   When was the last time you came here with a date? Maybe two years. 

   Sure, you’ve been asked to dance. Took a twirl around the room twice with some nice blonde guy that talked about his job and dogs. But it was just friendly and casual. Just a way to spin around the dance floor a couple of times. It wasn’t a perfect match with your cowboy lover. That’s someone you haven’t met yet.

   Tonight, maybe you’d find someone. The one. A girl can dream, and that’s exactly what you do. Dream.

   Another two songs fly by as you sip your fruity drink, watching couples come and go on and off the dance floor. A slow Morgan Wallen song floats through the packed room, your eyes roam around the bar, falling on the far right corner. Just when a couple spins out of the way, it clears your view to the opposite side of the dance floor. And oh my God, your heart drops out of your chest.

   You nearly choke on the fruity liquid, your jaw dropping straight to the floor. There, right across the room, stands the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen in your entire life. 

   He’s tall, well over six foot. His green button-up flannel clings to strong biceps, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing thick veins that spider down into massive hands. His hair is dark and sandy, silver threaded through his tousled curls and burrowing into the thick beard against his sculpted jawline. He’s tan, dark from working out in the sun, you think. And his eyes look like the color of chocolate almonds from what you can tell under the dim lights. And his smile. Jesus, it could light up an entire room. 

   Soft. He looks so soft the way he holds the flute of his beer bottle, the way his eyes light up every time he laughs with his friends. And God, you’d kill to see him smile at you like that.

   You keep your gaze on him, staring like a child in a candy store, eyeing the last Hershey’s bar on the shelf. And it’s like your first school crush all over. You need to get a hold of yourself, but you just can’t. He’s too tempting, too smoldering, too perfect.

   And in the next moment, his eyes are on you.

—

   Sweat beads Joel’s forehead as he takes another swig of his beer, a chuckle leaving his lips as Tommy teases Maria and pulls her to his chest. She just laughs and kisses him on the cheek as he wraps her in his leather jacket. Joel wishes he had someone like that. Someone to love as much as Tommy loves her. Maybe someday he would.

   “You gonna ask anyone to dance?” Tommy asks, his brown eyes trained on Joel. 

   “Eventually,” Joel mutters, sighing as he takes another generous sip of the strong alcohol. 

   “Better before the end of the night,” Tommy laughs, pulling Maria by the hand to the dance floor. Before Tommy turns away, he gives a brotherly shove to Joel’s shoulder and winks. “Pretty girl at twelve o’clock, straight across the room. Go get her, Joel.”

   Just as Tommy leaves him with a confused expression, he looks up and freezes the minute he spots you. He gulps and sets his beer on the table, his fingers curling into the wooden tabletop, eyes wide when your eyes meet his.

   Big, glittering, beautiful eyes swallow him whole, the swirling lights making them glow even brighter. He catches his breath and has it knocked right back out of his chest again as a shy smile curls against your glossy red lips. He thinks he just fell in love. 

   Your pretty hair falls in long waves down your shoulders; your low-cut tank top sticking to your sun kissed skin shining under the bright spotlight. It’s like an angel sits before him, and he’s mesmerized. Your tight denim shorts hug your curves, and your tan boots with embroidered butterflies scuff against the barstool. Your pretty eyes flick down to your drink and back up to him repeatedly, sweetly beckoning to him to come ask you to dance.

   Shy, sweet, adorable, beautiful. He picks all this out just by looking at your pretty face. And you’re just his type of girl; he already knows it. He thinks you were made just for him to find tonight.

   It goes on like clockwork for the next few songs. Shy smiles, locked eyes, hesitation permeating through the thick, smoky air. But he won’t hesitate for long. No. He wants to know you, to dance with you, to take you out, maybe show you his ranch. 

   He just has to have you. And he will. You’ll be his by the end of the night.

   After an encouraging slap on the back from Tommy, he takes one more glance your way and hands his tan cowboy hat to Tommy. Right now he only has one task at hand, and that is to ask the pretty girl to dance. So, he swallows all his nerves and walks across the room, right through the sea of endless bodies. 

   Right to you.

—

   Your cheeks burn hot as you lock eyes again; a flirtatious game you’ve been playing for the past two songs. You practically feel on fire with the way your body reacts every time he looks at you. 

   Maybe he’ll ask you to dance. You hope he does because you have a feeling being in those big, strong arms would be like jumping into a freshly made bed after a long day at work. Warm and cozy and made just for you. 

   You bite your bottom lip and laugh as your head drops to the scuffed-up wood, a loose curl falling over your shoulder. How can you already like someone this much when you don’t even know them? Sounds pretty silly, but it gives you tingles in your feet just the same.  

   This is a good sign.

   When you look back up, your heart drops to the floor when you don’t see the handsome man standing across the room anymore. You slide further down in your chair and sigh, letting all the hope fizzle out of your tired body. 

   He left. You just wanted one dance. That’s all you wanted. One fucking dance.

   You sigh quietly and look back out at the spinning bodies on the dance floor, shaking off the growing tears in your eyes. Just when you think one might drop, your body freezes when you hear a husky, deep voice being cleared next to you. When you turn to look at who just interrupted your sulking session, you nearly fall off the barstool.

   It’s him. The man with the pretty brown eyes.

  “Hi.” His deep voice floats through your ears like a dream, and the music seems to disappear altogether.  

   “Uhh—hi,” you stammer out, your mouth agape as you watch a small smile curl against his inviting lips.

   “‘M sorry if this comes off as rude. But what’s a girl like you doin’ sittin’ on the sidelines, darlin’?” His thick Southern accent drawls out, and your eyes immediately widen when you hear how deep and staccato it sounds. You think you could listen to it all night long.

   Darlin’. He called you darlin’.

   Your words fail you, so you just brush off his apology and smile. “Can’t a girl enjoy a drink?”

   He chuckles and shakes his head, a tousled curl falling into his forehead. You want to brush it back for him. That soft looking sandy hair. “Well, sure ya can. Didn’t answer why you’re sittin’ over here by yourself, though.”

   “My friends are dancing,” you shrug, spinning your straw nervously in your drink, letting the liquid slosh around the sides.

   “Now how come a pretty thing like you ain’t out there with ‘em? Hmm?” His thick eyebrows raise in question, and another dreamy smile meets his face. 

   God, he’s so handsome.

   “Oh, I dunno. Was just watching,” you answer nonchalantly, not pointing out the fact that they’re all taken and you’re not.

   He hums to himself, his eyes flicking to the dance floor and back to you after a few seconds. “You wanna dance?” he asks softly, his chocolate eyes sparkling in the hope that you’ll say yes.

   “Huh?” you say off guard, your eyes wide at the question. 

   He just asked you to dance.

   “Do you wanna dance with me?” he asks again, nudging the side of your boot with his own worn leather boot.

   “You’re asking me to dance?” you question.

   “Ain’t that what I asked?” he chuckles, causing your stomach to somersault with the way his infectious laugh is making you feel. All warm and tingly.

   “Oh. I umm—okay,” you smile shyly, looking up through your long eyelashes at him. 

   “Is that a yes, darlin’?” he asks with a big smile.

   “Yes, I’d love to,” you confirm with a nod.

   “Well, c’mon then.” He holds out his open palm, and you don’t hesitate to take it. 

   Warm. He’s so warm. Rough, calloused hands that hold yours perfectly. A match made in heaven.

   He leads you to the middle of the dance floor, careful not to get in the way of any other couples. And then he slowly slips a hand around your waist, the other securely latched to your hand, his fingers laced through yours. And when he starts to lead the dance, you follow right after him.

   The bright lights land over him, putting his beautiful eyes right on display for you. Your breath catches when you see how soft his eyes are. Dark brown like the color of honey and onyx flecks swirling in his irises that hypnotize you to him. He’s absolutely beautiful. You’ve never seen eyes as pretty as his; ones that draw you right in. And the way he’s looking at you, all soft and like he’s looking at the most beautiful girl in the world makes your knees a little wobbly. 

   The neon signs on the walls glow in the distance, the melodic tune of a Scotty McCreery song floats in the background while couples dance around you. Joel leads you around the dance floor, holding you tight and never once stepping on your feet. 

   You scuff your boot over his toes out of nervousness, but he doesn’t say anything about it. He just chuckles and pulls you closer to where you can feel his steady heartbeat against your chest, his brown eyes staring into yours like he’s enamored by you. But he’s got your full attention, and you’re so into him already.

   “What’s your name, sweetheart?” he asks, his Southern drawl completely melting you at the sweet sound. You tell him yours and when your name slips off his tongue, you nearly fall to your knees in awe.

   “And yours? What’s yours, Cowboy?” you ask over the loud couple that whips around you. 

   “Cowboy, huh? Already got a nickname for me, sweetheart?” he chuckles, eyes lighting up at the nickname like he wants you to say it again. And maybe you will.

   “Maybe so,” you giggle, relaxing into the dance as he spins you around in circles, the lights following your movements.

   “The name’s Joel. Joel Miller.” He tips his head and gives you a big smile. You can’t help but giggle every time he smiles at you. It’s like you’re in first grade all over, and Joel’s the new, cute boy that’s caught your attention in class.

   “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Joel.” 

   “Pleasure’s all mine, sweetheart,” he smiles, keeping you close to his warm body. You let out another nervous giggle, and it just makes him smile wider like he’s addicted to your laugh. 

   “I like your laugh, darlin’. Could listen to it all night,” he sighs dreamily, chocolate eyes melting as he looks intensely at you, honing in on just you while the rest of the room disappears. Your breath hitches for just a second, and then you melt right back into him.

   “Well, I like your brown eyes,” you lull, your eyes locked on his pretty pools of honey. You giggle when he blushes, and then a dimple indents into his left cheek when he smiles. And God, you think you just fell in love. 

   “And your smile. I love your pretty smile. It lights up a room, darlin’. And you lit up the whole damn bar tonight,” he drawls, his warm breath fanning over your open mouth, gawking at this handsome gentleman. 

   He’s fucking perfect. 

   He lifts his arm and spins you around in a complete circle, his large hand finding your hip again and pulling you back into his broad chest. And there you are, completely breathless again.

   “So, Cowboy. What made you want to come ask me to dance?” you ask, curiosity circling in your wide eyes.

   “Saw you from across the room, and I couldn’t keep my eyes off you,” he answers honestly with the ghost of a smile on his lips. 

   “Me?” you ask, taken aback. 

   “Yes, you,” he chuckles as he guides you across the polished dance floor.

   “There’s a hundred other girls in here who’ve had their eyes on you all night,” you scoff in a playful way.

   “Oh? Is that so?” An eyebrow lifts in piqued interest, but his eyes still don’t leave yours. They stay glued to you.

   “Mhm,” you hum in confirmation.

   “That means you’ve been watchin’ me too, ain’t that right?” he smirks devilishly, his brown eyes darkening just slightly.

   “No I—no. That’s not…” you stutter, at a loss for words. You were watching him. Ever since you saw him across the room; that damn smile that has your head spinning.

   “S’alright, sweetheart. Wasn’t tryin’ to get you all flustered now,” he chuckles, obviously trying to get you flustered. He doesn’t have to try hard because you’re already overly flustered.

   “I’m not flustered,” you scoff, your cheeks burning hotter with every second his chocolate eyes are on you.

   “No? Well, you’re pretty cute when you’re blushin’, darlin’. Maybe I want you flustered,” he grins, a beautiful smile curling against his plush lips.

   “Careful, Cowboy. You might be the one blushing next,” you tease, narrowing your eyes playfully in response.

   “I’d like to see you try, sweetheart,” he challenges, his eyes growing into a soft syrupy color you want to drown in.

   “Maybe I will, brown eyes,” you say with the flash of a smile.

   “Brown eyes, huh? Kinda like the sound of that.” His pretty eyes are genuine when he says it, like it’s the best thing you’ve said this whole dance. And the pink that marinates around his dark scruff tells you enough. He does like it.

   You smirk in knowing and wink playfully his way, creating a deeper blush on his tanned skin. It makes your heart skip a beat. “Good, now you’re the one blushing.”

   He shakes his tousled curls and sighs, his eyes alight with an enamored glow. “Christ, you’re adorable.”

   “If you say so, Cowboy,” you say, letting him continue the dance even though there’s a new song booming from the overhead speakers.

   He wraps his large hand tighter against your waist, and you let his other gently glide up and down the back of your hand. A caress that’s laced with care.

   “I do say so, sweetheart,” he chuckles warmly. “But you wanna know the real reason why I asked you to dance?”

   You keep your eyes trained on the glow of his and squint carefully. “Tell me.”

   He takes a deep breath and smiles shyly. “The reason I asked you is ‘cause I thought you were the prettiest girl in the room.”

   Your mouth gawks open in shock. He thinks you’re the prettiest girl in the room? Wow. “Me? Are you sure you picked the right girl?” 

   “Yes, you,” he nods, his thumb stroking against your soft skin. An affirmation of what? Care, admiration, love?

   “You think I’m… pretty?” you ask hesitantly, your voice quiet and meek. He can’t think you’re the prettiest girl. There’s no way.

   “Mhm. Gorgeous. And your eyes. Absolutely beautiful, sweetheart. They make the lights in here look dim with how bright yours shine.”

   You stare in amazement at him, eyes as wide as an owl’s gawking at the man with pretty brown eyes who swept you off your feet. You’re falling into places you’ve never been, and you’re quite scared of how many feelings are bubbling up inside you already. But at this moment, you don’t care. All you can do is stare at him affectionately as he spins you around the room.

   He’s perfect. 

   “So, what does a pretty girl like you do for work, sweetheart?” he asks, molton brown eyes glazing into yours, making you audibly gasp how pretty they are.

   “I’m a vet assistant.”

   “Vet assistant, huh? You ever work on cattle, by chance?” His wide brown eyes are full of hope, and a smile tugs at his lips. 

   “Unfortunately no. Just dogs and cats mostly. Why? You got some cattle, Cowboy?” Your eyebrow arches, and a mischievous smirk curls over your mouth.

   He chuckles and nods his head. “As a matter of fact, I do. I own a ranch,” he says proudly, standing a little taller, making your face hurt from smiling so damn much at him. 

   “So you are a Cowboy. I knew it,” you giggle. “What kind of animals do you have?”

   “Tons,” he says, the neon lights glowing over his tousled curls. “Horses, cows, bulls, chickens, sheep, dogs, and the list goes on.”

   “My, my. You got your hands full. Don’t you, Cowboy?” you blush, fluttering your eyelashes flirtatiously up at him. You like him even more now. 

   “Reckon I do,” he chuckles, his thumb tracing light circles against the back of your hand, eliciting goosebumps down your arms. 

   “Too full to handle one more thing?” you question, giving him your best puppy dog eyes that you can manage. 

   He shakes his head and smiles warmly. “If that one thing is you then ‘course not. Got all the room for you, darlin’.”

   Your eyes soften into liquid and your head is spinning as you stare at this beautiful man. You’re already falling head over heels, and you think he is too. 

   “You ever ride a horse before?” he asks, tilting his head like he’s assessing you.

   You shake your head in response. “I mean, when I was little I rode on a pony. But a horse? No. Can’t say that I have.” 

   “You wanna learn? Got a stallion back at home that has your name on the saddle.” His smile is breathtaking, just like his honey-colored eyes. Your heart gallops in your chest like hooves pounding on the ground. He wants to teach you how to ride?

   “You really plan on teaching me?” Your eyebrows pinch together, hesitation stuck on your tongue. 

   He nods, a fleeting smile meeting his beautiful eyes. “Consider it our first date, darlin’. Gonna turn you into a little cowgirl.”

   “Oh, a cowgirl, huh? Is that what I’m going to be?” you giggle flirtatiously, and he picks right back up on it as he winks at you.

   “S’right. My cowgirl.”

   My cowgirl. 

   Your heart gets stuck in your throat, words lodged deep inside. So you do what you can do. Smile and trace your fingertips across his broad shoulder, letting the soft flannel graze against your smooth skin. 

   As the song slows to a halt, you find the opportunity to wrap both of your arms tightly around his neck, nuzzling your face into the soft fabric of his flannel. His arms circle your hips, and one hand gently runs up and down your lower back, sending electricity zapping through your nerve endings. 

   You smell him now. His woodsy cologne, the hint of sweet beer on the tip of his tongue, faint scents of smoke on his collar, the scent of leather in the air. He smells like your favorite scent all mixed together, combined into the perfect formula to get you drunk off him. And you’d gladly get drunk off him. 

   “Lady May” by Tyler Childers plays through the speakers; the slow song sending the mood of the bar into  a romantic, all consuming type of way. Love’s permeating through the air, and you can feel it everywhere. It tingles in your toes, brushes like a breeze through your hair, spirals down the back of your spine, floods your heart with warmth you’ve never felt before, makes your eyes sparkle like starlight through the bright lights, landing right in the palm of Joel.

   Put your toes down in the water. And a smile across your face. And tell me that you love me. Lovely Lady May.

   He pulls you closer, where your chin is tucked against the crook of his neck, his woodsy cologne making you feel a bit dizzy. 

   Now I ain’t the sharpest chisel that your hands have ever held. But, darling, I could love you well.

   Lovely lady May.

   His lips brush over the crown of your head, his fingertips lighting your nerve endings on complete fire, sparks igniting in his caramel eyes. The way he’s looking at you makes you think he’s already in love with you. And maybe you’ve already fallen in love with him, too. 

   As the music slows, he dips you low, not daring to let your back touch the scuffed-up wood. When he pulls you back up, he brings you flush to his broad chest, and his scent is everywhere. 

   His brown eyes sparkle like glitter, shooting stars that only you can make a wish on in the clear night sky. And his smile. My God, you’ve never seen anything as beautiful as him before.

   He gently brushes a loose curl behind your ear, lingering his calloused fingertips down your jawline, ending right under your chin where he stills. The room melts away, the noisy crowd disappearing as the song completely takes a hold of you. 

   But I’m baptized in your name. Lovely Lady May. 

   His thumb slowly traces your bottom lip, leaving invisible marks that’ll stick like permanent ink, branding you as his own. The way he’s staring at you all soft and deeply makes you melt into him even more.

   One more trace, one more shy smile, and he’s asking. “Darlin’?”

   “Yes?” you ask breathlessly.

   “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, his Southern drawl sounding lovestruck and angelic. “And thank you for allowin’ me to dance with the prettiest girl in the room. But there’s jus’ one more thing I’d like to do.” His mouth drops a little lower, and your breath hitches.

   “And what’s that?” you ask, lilting at his soft smile.

   “I’d really like to kiss you…” he breathes, his deep timbre shaky as his brown eyes melt into you.

   You lean up on your tiptoes, blowing your breath over his open lips. “Then kiss me, Cowboy…” you whisper out.

   He cups your face the next second and leans in, crashing his lips down on yours without any hesitation. And he draws you in like a moth to a flame. 

   His lips are soft like velvet, and he tastes like your new favorite flavor. Blue moon, sweet and savory with a hint of smoke and mint marinating on his tongue. 

   And then your lips become his as you fall like rain into his kiss.

   Mint. Blue Moon. Smoke. Velvet. Cedar Wood. Leather.

   He’s all you know now. 

   You stay like that for minutes, connected like webs to each other in the middle of the dance floor as couples swirl in a colorful blur around you. When the two of you finally disconnect from each other’s lips, a big smile curls against his mouth and his pretty brown eyes look like they’re laced with love the longer he looks at you.

   He brushes his thumb against your lower lip and leans in close, his lips tracing the shell of your ear. “You taste like mine, darlin’.”

   And that’s when you fall head over heels for the Cowboy that snatched your heart and made you his own.

   He pulls you in for another dance, and you let him lead you through another song which turns into another and another and another. You lose count. All you know is that you’d dance all night with him if you could. 

   After over an hour of twirling around the dance floor with him, he buys you a drink and leads you over to two barstools. You end up with your legs sprawled over his lap, his fingertips tracing lines over your thighs, his lips brushing over your cheek while he places his cowboy hat on top of your head, claiming you as his own. 

   You end up meeting Joel’s brother, Tommy, and his wife, Maria. And you spend all night laughing and flirting with Joel while you bond over music and shared interests. Turns out you have a lot in common. 

   It’s the way his smile stops your heart and his brown eyes that send your head spinning. It’s the way he calls you his girl and the way he can’t keep his hands off you for even a second. You’ve never been this wrapped up in a guy before, but you’ve never met a handsome gentleman like Joel. A cowboy that won your heart over the second he looked at you. 

   He ends the night by driving you home, walking you up to your door, pulling you against his broad chest as his thumb traces lightly against your skin affectionately. You don’t want to say goodnight.

   “So, pretty girl. How ’bout I pick you up at 4:00 o’clock tomorrow? Can give you your first ridin’ lesson, maybe watch the sunset from the back of my truck. Can tell you how beautiful you look under the stars,” he drawls, his brown eyes sparkling under the moonlight. 

   He has you reeled in, pulling you in like he just lassoed his way into your heart. 

   “Quite the romantic type. Aren’t you, Cowboy?” you blush, lacing your fingers through his tousled curls. 

   “That I am,” he chuckles, wrapping his arms around your waist as he pulls you tighter against him. “So, what do ya say, Cowgirl? You gonna let me take you on that date?”

   “Pick me up at 4:00, and I’m all yours.”

   “All mine?” he smiles, his warm breath fanning over your lips.

   “All yours,” you confirm.

   He pulls you in for a slow, romantic kiss, letting it linger as the stars twinkle above your porch. You’re never going to get tired of his kisses, his soft Southern drawl, his big brown eyes. You’re only going to grow more in love with him every day. And you’ll let it grow like a wildfire that consumes you whole. 

   This was only the beginning. The beginning of a perfect summer love that would never fade away. 

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[mitchellnman]

UPTOWN GIRL / DOWNTOWN BOY.

Request from @slytherincursebreaker

Prompt: Reader all happy and bubbly college student received a text from her boyfriend which her friends were like excited who it was the mystery man like is he handsome or is he a student, the reader describes him tall, sweet, no he's not a student, he's working ( nothing illegal ) and he's handsome, so manly. Her friends are like excited. Then they pointed the bloke who the popular guy in college and has a crush on the Reader and they were excited, until Reader said what no not him oh there he is, she pointed which is Martin which her friends are like wtf, or is she blind or she lost a bet. When she hugged Martin and kissed him.

Word count: 727

Genre: fluff

Warnings: swearing, a slightly shitty friend, she/her pronouns, no beta reader we die like my brain cells scrolling through twitter

A/N: hi hello if you'd like a sequel I've got a few ideas for their date! Hope you enjoy, and have a good day!

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You loved this time of year. The trees had began to shift from green, to yellow, to orange. The skies were always cloudy, the air was crisp and cool - which meant you could wear your boyfriends windbreakers and hoodies as often as you wanted. Which, was every day, and sometimes to bed if you were particularly lonely.

They smelled like him, and in moments when you thought no one was looking, you would duck your head, and tuck your nose into the collar. He was so supportive of you, and so achingly sweet, it was hard not to miss him every second if every day.

You were both busy now, that was the only downside to this time of year. You were in a good college, studying hard, and he was working. He hadn't told you yet, but you had overheard a phone call he had made to a friend, talking about how he was saving up to buy a slightly bigger place so that you two could live together after you graduated next year.

He was so thoughtful, you mused, as a dreamy smile splayed upon your lips, like a child thinking about their favorite candy bar.

"Hey, space cadet." One of your friends teased, waving her hand in front of your face. "Your phone just went off."

You blinked, your cheeks heating up. "Thanks, Sam." You pulled your phone out, your boyfriend's pet lizard as your screensaver. It was a text from him, and you grinned, brighter than the sun.

M: almost there love <3

"So?" Sam asked, leaning forward on the table the four of you were sitting at; a lovely outdoor cafe, on college grounds. It looked like something off of Pinterest, honestly. "Who is it?"

"My boyfriend, he's picking me up for a date tonight."

"Come on, you have to give us more than that!" Jackie protested to your right. Evelyn nodded in agreement to your left, and they all leaned in conspiratorially.

"Is he a student?" Sam asked.

"Is he tall?" Jackie asked.

"Is he handsome?" Evelyn asked.

You laughed, and covered your face with your hands in an effort to hide your fluster, your skin blisteringly hot under your fingertips. "He's not a student, um, he's fairly tall, and he's... beautiful. Yes, handsome, does all of the manly things you'd expect, opening doors, fixing things, reaching stuff on the high shelves, but - he's so sweet." You said, peeking out from between your fingers. “He's an utter dream.”

"Aww." Jackie said. "He sounds so nice. What does he do?”

“Well,” you said. “He works at a music store, and he has a few hobbies, and he does a recreational sport, for money.”

“Oh, interesting!” Jackie said, genuine invested in this. “I've got to meet him—”

A car pulled up alongside the curb, and a handsome man stepped out; tan, blonde, the star quarterback that was bringing a lot of attention to the college; Tommy.

Sam gasped as the man walked over to them. "Him?"

"The whole school knows he's got a crush on her." Evelyn said, raising an eyebrow. "It's so obvious."

It was, painfully so. He always tried to talk to you, chat you up - but it always came off more like a puppy begging for attention than anything else.

Tommy walked right by you with a wink and a wave, but you shook your head, and pointed. Martin had pulled in alongside him. His resting gloomy face lit up like a Christmas tree when he saw you, and he jogged over. You stood up so fast that you nearly knocked your chair over.

"Did you lose a bet, or something?" Evelyn sneered as she pulled her phone out.

"Don't be such a cunt." Jackie said, flicking cookie crumbs at her.

You didn't care. Martin met you halfway, and picked you up by your waist. He spun you around once, and you kissed him, aching for the warmth of his lips against yours.

"Hullo." He whispered, his hands cupping your flushed cheeks. "You taste like cinnamon."

You smiled. "Apple cider donuts. I was going to get some to go." You whispered, happily ignoring the chatter from your friends behind you.

"Good idea. Are you ready to go?" He asked, his voice soft. He brushed his nose against yours, his wild black hair tickling your cheeks.

You nodded. "With you, always.”

[madamechrissy]

But Darling, just Kiss me slow

ᰔ ෆ The four times you try to confess your feelings to Nanami Kento, and the one that works ᰔ ෆ

♡ ♡ Pairings ♡ ♡ Emo Nanami Kento x Tsundere Fem Reader

♡ ♡ Warnings ♡ ♡ MDNI- Cunnilingus, fingering, blow jobs, first time, explicit sex, cumming, little bit of hair pulling, dirty talk.

♡ ♡ Word Count ♡ ♡ 13k+ (One shot)

♡ ♡ Summary ♡ ♡ You have tried to tell Nanami Kento over the years that you love him, all starting with one day in fifth grade, where you bravely hand him a pretty pink construction paper decked with a love poem. But emo Nanami rejects it! Your little heart is crushed, but you stay in love, with middle school Nanami, High school Nanami, and you try again. Again. And again. But your hard exterior makes things difficult. Finally, you all meet in college, and Nanami begs for a shot at you, so you reminisce about those times. Don't worry, Nanami will make it up to you <3

A/N- This is part adorable cuteness, part smut, and part emotional tearjerker. This was an anon request for a Tsundere x Nanami and it went hella long lol. I hope you all enjoy.

Current day

There were four times you tried to tell Nanami Kento your feelings, and they all failed miserably. Now you're now in a room alone with him at a college party, he'd come with his friends, you'd come with a date who had stood you up, but somehow he had pulled you in this room when he saw how upset you were. You can’t even handle being this close to him, it’s driving you insane.

“What do you care!?” You cross your arms and look away, 

“You're clearly upset. Why not just let someone comfort you?” His voice is so husky, deep… and also calm, so soothing. He looks so different from high school, the emo boy you fell for, the one who never knew. He's manlier now. He's got slicked back hair, his cheekbones are even more defined, like they needed to be. You struggle as you turn to leave.

“And that should be you, why?” You scoff, and as you put your hand on the doorknob, Nanami’s hand comes atop yours, his strong chest against your back, and you inhale his scent, that sandalwood clean scent that drives you insane.

“You let no one in, though. You never have.” You turn to him then, tears in your eyes, and he’s so, so close…

“I tried to, you know, to let you in.” Nanami’s lips part, and his pretty hazel eyes blink, those long blond lashes casting shadows along his cheeks.

“I know there were a couple of times you opened a bit. But then, you would just… would run off, run away.”

“Because it was unwanted.” You’re whispering, the alcohol is thrumming through you, Nanami’s presence is pulling at you, heating up everything.

“Unwanted? No, darling. Not unwanted.”

“Don’t call me that. Not your darling.” You look down, at his perfectly tied cheetah print tie, the one that stands out in a sea of men wearing jeans and polos. You hate how badly you’d love it to wrap around your wrists.

Fuck.

“Why not, is darling too personal for you?” His tone changes, and even his mood has altered. “Does it scare you?”

You glare up at him. “Nothing scares me.”

“Bet this does.” He caresses your face, so gently, and your breath hitches, as he leans down, and you can nearly taste the whiskey on his breath. You feel heat pooling in your lower tummy, a deep need in your core. God, how long had you wanted Nanami Kento? How long would you want him? “Nothing to say, darling?”

“I… what are you doing? Is this some game, get the Ice Princess to crack?” That’s been your nickname since middle school, Ice Princess, because apparently you were cold, rarely smiled, and showed no emotions.

Little did they know you were a wreck inside.

“I’ve seen your smile. It’s gorgeous.” You get flustered then, shaking your head, only for him to tilt your chin up, forcing you to look up at the tall handsome man in front of you.

“You said it was pretty once or twice. I figured you didn’t mean it.” His brows draw low together.

“I mean everything I say.”

“Everything?”

He rolls his eyes, sighing and leaning even closer, so tall over you, so big… it just makes it worse, this need. “Not things when I was a kid.”

“Yeah?”

“Is that what it’s been? SIlly things I said when I didn’t know girls didn’t have cooties?”

“No, Nanami. Things you said long after you knew. But yeah, elementary was the first time I tried.”

“Your version of trying is damned confusing. You’re just a brat.” You laugh a bit, shaking your head as he just gets closer. “The guy didn’t deserve you anyway.”

You bite your lower lip at that, looking at him. “You shouldn’t say things like that, when you don’t mean them.”

“Oh, I mean it.”

“Well… Who deserves me, Nanami?”

“I could show you.” Your heart pounds in your chest.

The first time you tried to tell Nanami your feelings- Grade 5- 11 years old.

“Kenn! Kenn!” You eagerly call out to him, running up and waving around a note you’d written him. He blushes, brushing his hair out of his face as you come up, bubbly, you were bubbly then.

“It’s Kento. Not Kenn. What… is this?” He mumbles, slinging his backpack on his shoulders and shutting his locker. You look down then, getting nervous, biting your lip as you realize how cute he looks today, your little heart racing.

“Um… jus read ittt!” You have a little speech issue, but Kento once called it cute, and he then became your love. Your true love.

“Okay…” He opens the bright pink cardstock, peering at it, and then he turns just as pink. “What… what is this?”

Your classmates came around then, and though Nanami was rather popular, you certainly were not. You start panicking, fiddling with the sleeves of your jacket then, looking down nervously at your feet. Nanami’s mouth is wide open, and he looks at you in surprise, then back at the card.

“What is it, Kento, show me!” One of his friends comes over, slinging their arm over Nanami’s little shoulders. He shuts it though, handing it back to you, and your heart shatters.

“What’d she write to you! Probably some kissy kissy-” Nanami cuts his friends off with a hand.

“Nothing. Just a drawing.” You feel tears forming behind your eyes, and he smiles a little, quirking his lips up at the corner. “It was good, keep practicing.”

You step back, hand crumpling the paper, scowling then running over to toss it in the trash can, the poem and drawing you had worked on all night long, trying to make it as pretty as you could. Because Nanami was pretty. But no… He ends up following you, you don’t dare turn around.

“Go away, Kento!”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t wanna have them see.” He says softly, putting a hand on your shoulder, and you just sniffle, turning. “Don’t cry.”

“I’m not crying! I don’t c-cry. Ever!”

“I’m sorry… I just don’t feel that way. You’re just my friend.” You’re crushed, as the boy you’ve doodled in all your diaries, notebooks and journals turned down your love letter.

“Your friend.”

“Yeah but um… it was a really sweet poem.”

You’re bright red, a mix of embarrassed, angry and… something else. “Stop it. You’re just saying it.”

“I’m not-I’m sorry.” You just turn and glare through crying eyes, and Nanami’s little face falls, as he watches you wipe at it with your gloved hands, his eyes dropping. “Hey, don’t cry, please.”

He was being sweet, and that made it all worse! And now he saw you cry. Ugh! “I’m not crying.” You wipe your face so rough it’s reddened, scowling at ‘your love’ in front of the fifth grade class doors. “And- it was a joke! A joke.”

He frowns a bit, looking down at the crumpled love note in the waste bin. “It was just a joke?” You nod stiffly. “Ah. Okay.” He clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yep. A joke. As if.”

“Well, see you in class?”

“I don’t care. Go away.” He stays a moment longer, lingering as if to say something, and when he is gone, you turn and leave school, walking home early. You couldn’t face him, you were so embarrassed. Of course he didn’t like you. You weren’t popular.

You come home to the chaos that was your parents arguing, and start to take care of your little brothers, struggling to push aside the silly idea that Nanami could be your boyfriend. Well, you wouldn’t try again, you would just watch him from afar, with the popular girls.

Being eleven was hard.

Current day

Kento sighs, rubbing the back of his neck, just like that day back in fifth grade. “I was eleven, darling.”

“Don’t call me darling. And I know. But, it was why I…”

“Push everyone away?”

“No, there are lots of reasons for that. Please, you’re too close, Nanami I can’t think right now-”

“Can’t think why?”

“You know why.” You can’t handle it, how good he feels near you, how much he makes you feel, that longing eating you alive.

“But I was only eleven. I thought you were cute and sweet. Then.” His voice is soft, as you two stand alone in the room, the party outside full force.

“Then?” You tease a bit, smiling just a bit finally. He sighs, wiping a hand over his face in frustration.

“Now you’re gorgeous and frankly rather bratty. And hard to understand.” You laugh a bit at that, running your hands down his chest over his dress shirt, and he tenses a bit, making you pull back.

“Sorry, I know you don’t want that.” He yanks you against him, scowling now, and you struggle to breathe at the proximity.

“You know that you’re wrong. Don’t pull away, you always do.”

“Why would you want that, Ken?”

“You’re still the only one that calls me that.”

“And you hate it.”

“I don’t.” You sigh, putting your hands back on his chest, feeling how toned he was, his heart beating erratically on your palm, forcing your eyes back to his handsome face, the soft light of the room casting shadows on the planes of his face. “Why would I hate you finally looking at me like this again?”

“You didn’t like it then.”

Nanami’s hazel eyes involuntarily roll in the back of his head. “Oh god, let me guess, another story? Middle school?”

You just nod, and you remember…

2nd time you tried to tell Nanami your feelings - Grade 8- age 14

It was the pep rally, and you just hated those, sneaking down under the bleachers, it smells like smoke, Axe body spray, love spell and sweat. You grimace, but you’re hidden out in the field, far away from the noise rally. You lay out your hoodie and dig through your backpack for your gameboy advance, lighting up the Pokemon game you’d made enough money to snatch up.

“Hey…” You look up, pausing the glitchy little Pikachu, and you see him there, Nanami Kento. The boy you never lost the crush over, no it just got worse, didn’t it? And here he was, looking so cute in his oversized black hoodie, his blond hair cut just so that it fell in front of one of his hazel eyes.

“What’re you doing here?” You murmur, starting your game again, tensing when he sits on the grass next to you.

“I don’t like all the noise. Too much.” You look at him then, as he’s so close to you, leaning over and looking at your game. “I haven’t seen those in a while.”

“Well, it’s what I could afford.” Nanami pauses then, frowning as he looks at you, in your torn up jeans and old sneakers.

“You buy your own things?”

“Something wrong with that?”

“No, it’s… really cool actually. So young.” You flush at the odd praise, softening just a bit with a little upturn of your lips. “You smile still?”

“I… sometimes. When I want to!” He smirks at you, and you feel the blush overtaking your face. He gently touches an ear, making you jump a bit.

“Your ears are all red. Too warm?” You nod, looking back at your game then, and Nanami surprises you by pulling out his system, one of the newer DS models, and he leans close, showing you his Pokemon game.

“Oh you play games too?” You ask curiously, and he nods, as you lean forward and he shows you. “Oh that’s so cool!”

“Think it’s the nicest you’ve been in a while to me. Did I just have to show you my games?” You sigh, shaking your head.

“I was stupid at eleven. I’m sorry I wrote that.”

“Sorry why? It was cute.”

You’re bright red now. “I know I’m not cute.”

Nanami Kento sighs, as you both play your games together, and you keep stealing little glances at him, at his sharp jaw, gosh he was just so much cuter than any of the other boys. And where a lot of them would be rude or pick on you some, call you ‘Ice Princess’ Nanami never did. Even when you were mean, but you were only a little mean because you were trying so hard…

Not to say it.

That you were still in love with Nanami Kento.

“You’re really cute. To me. I think so.” He says softly, brows furrowing together as he looks down at his game. And you gasp, your mouth agape, looking at the boy you’ve liked for so long.

“Y-you think I’m cute?” He looks at you then, giving a shy nod. And you’re bright red again.

“You blush a lot around me.”

“I-I… do not.” He smiles again, and you put your game down, hands sweaty, watching everyone across the field. “You’re really popular, Nanami.”

“Don’t want to be, it’s annoying. Wish they’d leave me alone.” Your heart beats even faster when he’s so close to you, and you feel him picking something out of your hair. You tense. “Bobby pin. Want me to fix it?”

You nod, and he places the bobby pin back in its place, in your often too wild hair that you hardly had time to brush back. You had too much to always do, your mom was just gone now mentally, and your dad was barely around. You were honestly so exhausted between them and school.

“You look kind of tired.” He mentions, and you cover your face.

“That means I look bad huh.”

“No, just tired. You always do lately.”

“Yeah I don’t get much sleep. My house… I don’t wanna talk about it, it just gets me- never mind.”

“Upset?”

“I don’t cry anymore, Nanami.” Nanami leans too close then, and his lips are an inch from yours, making you gasp. “Nanami…”

“Ken, didn’t you call me Ken?” You nod, it’s all you can manage, as him being so close makes you tremble, thinking wild, like that he’d kiss you.

No way.

“You didn’t like it. You yelled at me.”

“I was kind of a jerk.”

“Yeah you were.” He laughs a bit, and he’s still so close, as you feel the breeze blowing leaves around you both, the sunlight hitting his face, like it’s some romantic movie you’d been watching.

“And you’re kind of… mean.”

“Yeah… I know.”

You both sit there, until you take a shaky breath, hesitantly running your fingers down the strings of his hoodie, and he leans a little closer. You can smell him, like something sweet, some baked goods or something yummy, something just very Nanami Kento.

“Ken?” He hums, looking at you, intensely, too intense. “This will sound silly, stupid even. But I want a first kiss. Could you-is that dumb? Don’t laugh or anything, please. I think I’m the only girl who hasn’t had one in my grade.”

Kento pauses, his eyes going to your lips, blush heating up his high cheekbones as he opens his mouth, then shuts it, clearing his throat. “You want me to be your first kiss, are you sure?”

You just nod. “It doesn’t have to be a big deal, but I really wanna try and I hate all these boys.”

“You hate me.”

“No, Ken, I don’t.”

He looks around nervously, and then cups your face, his hand has the most elegant fingers, under those long sleeves of his hoodie. You brush the hair that’s always over one side of his face back, and he exhales, letting you taste his breath. Your palms are so sweaty, your mind whirling, was this a dream?

“Have you kissed before, Ken?”

“Y-yeah. A bit. I’ll show you.” You nod, eagerly, then he captures your little lips in his, pressing a bit, nervously, and you gasp at it. Your hands tentatively go to his shoulders, fingers clutching the soft thick cotton, and he pulls back then. “I could show you a little more if you want.”

“Um…” Your voice is hoarse, blood thrumming through your veins, as you realize that you’ve got it even worse than before. “Yeah, that would be okay.”

He smiles a little, and then kisses you again, pressing a little more, his hand resting on your thigh, burning through the layer of denim. You sigh into the kiss, and then cry out in surprise as his tongue darts along your lower lip. He exhales, hand now pressing just a bit, squeezing your leg slightly, and swirling his tongue in your mouth. You freeze.

“You’re supposed to move it back.” He says softly, and you just nod, leaning forward, hands on his chest now, and your tongue meets his, awkward, saliva dripping and making you so flustered, but he tastes good, he feels right. You’re internally screaming, because here you are kissing Nanami. And your first kiss.

It’s perfect.

“Oh, what do we have here! Smooching!” You hear Nanami’s friends then in the distance, and he breaks apart from you, and you see his eyes for a moment flicker back to your lips.

“Oh man, with her? Kento…”

“Are you going out with her!?”

“She’s hot but she’s so poor.”

“I should go.” You feel tears prick your eyes, and you stand up then, Nanami helps you gather your things, and your fingers touch. You look up at him, and he looks so upset, but he doesn’t say anything.

He doesn’t do anything.

Please say something.

“Okay. Um… see you later.” He says, and your heart crushes. He leaves with his friends, ignoring them and walking ahead, and you touch your lips, still tingling from his special kisses. But you were just poor right. And Nanami wasn’t, no his family was super wealthy in fact. It made sense.

“ ‘sorry for her’ ” You could swear you heard it in the distance, and at that moment you knew, you could not let your guard down.

You couldn’t be embarrassed again.

You’d push him away. And ignore the gnawing in your heart, ignore the kiss that had made you feel so much, the kiss you just read in books, the kiss you watched in movies. But that was for you. For him it was nothing.

Current Day

“I never said that, actually. I said that I didn’t feel sorry for you.” You blink at that, as you all now sit on the bed, his hard thigh against yours. You shake your head, and he grimaces.

“Either way, you still left and…”

“I should have told them to fuck off.”

“Nah. It was just a kiss.”

“Your first kiss.”

You’re bright red at that. “Yeah. It was.”

“So… did you like it though?” You’re blushing just like that day, covering your face for a moment.

“I think I need a drink to answer that.” Kento takes your hand, and leads you out of the room, into the throngs of party goers.

“I’ll make you one, darling.” You flush as girls come up to him, but men come up to you too, you both just navigate, his hand on yours.

“Aren’t you nervous, to hold my hand? What will people think?” Your voice is calm but underneath you’re panicking.

“You mean… will they think I have melted the gorgeous Ice Princess’ heart?” You laugh softly. Fuck he makes you feel good. Hadn’t he always, when you let your guard down a bit. “Here, love.”

“Thanks, Nanami.” You sip the yummy concoction, and his hand is brazen as it slides down the small of your back. “Don’t confuse me please.”

“You confuse the living shit out of me. You have been for as long as I remember.” He says, clearly exasperated, rubbing the bridge of his perfect nose. “Can I just maybe get a shot?”

“A shot? Of what, whiskey?”

“Brat.” Your brows raise, batting your lashes in confusion. But as he says that word, brat, it does something to you, something that makes you have to shift your thighs, uncomfortable being straight up wet from a word.

“A shot at me!?”

“I’ve been trying for a little while now. You make things… difficult.”

“Me, difficult?”

“Why is this surprising, how many boys are always trying to date you, shit how many do you go on dates with. I’ve seen you out.”

“You almost sound jealous.”

“Maybe I am.” His grip on your back tightens, but fuck it feels so good, the warmth from his big hand on you.

“I’ve gone on dates only because you wouldn’t ever.” You pause, hand on your mouth then, and Nanami exhales, leaning against you, moving your hips to sway to the beat.

“Let me guess, another memory of something that little jerk teenage Ken did.” You snort then, grinning up at him, and watching desire reflect in his eyes. “You’re just so gorgeous with that grin.”

“Sweet talker.” He just hums, leaning close again, and you ache to nudge closer, to meet his lips, so bad it makes your nipples taut. His eyes hone in on them, and he smirks so sexy you can’t take it.

“You like it.” You huff a bit. “Dance with me.”

“I suck at dancing. Remember?” He shakes his head, and you sip on your drink, then take his hand, letting him lead you to the dance floor.

“I remember you doing just fine. Wasn’t it a winter formal? You were going with that pretentious dick.”

“Mahito, yeah. He was such a dick. Didn’t you go with Utahime?”

“Yeah, you know she dates Shoko now.”

“She does! I love that.” You smile a bit. “Shoko and her were really some of my first friends at school.”

“Wasn’t I your friend?” Your eyes meet, and his big hands are on your hips, you sigh at that, tilting your head, feeling the heat emanating from his body as you roll against him.

“Were you my friend, Ken?”

“Yes. I was. Maybe not the best… But, I wanted to be.”

The third time you tried to tell Nanami how you feel- Grade 10- age 16

At age sixteen, guys did ask you out, and you got picked on less, but you never forgot what they used to say, when your speech wasn’t the best, when you wore really old worn out clothes. Now your grandparents had gotten involved at home, and you had a part time job, so you went to thrift stores and got the nicest clothes so cheap, but they were still not what others wore.

But things were better.

You were a little less exhausted, now that your grandparents came over to help with your brothers often, and you could focus more on your studies. Someone named Mahito had asked you out, a blue haired wild kid, and for some reason you said yes, could have to do with the fact that you saw Nanami holding hands with a pretty brunette and kissing her in the halls.

Yeah, you still have it bad for Nanami, what’s it been, six years? You can only hope it goes away when you all finally have no school together. Because every guy paled in comparison to him, not that you’d ever let him know it. No, far from it, as he walks by you in the hall and gives you a little smile, you ignore it, and turn, shutting your locker.

“Hey Ice Princess.” Mahito says, and you nearly jump.

“Shit you snuck up on me!”

“Mmm, it’s fun watching those tits bounce as a reaction.” You flush then, covering your now ample breasts with your books. It’d been quite the talk of the school, your late blossoming. “Don’t hide ‘em, sweetheart. Are you excited for tonight?”

“Um yeah. Am I meeting you here?”

“I’ll pick you up on my bike.” He swipes his phone closed, then looks at you and smiles, a toothy grin that should be charming but just… is not.

“Oh, I haven’t ridden on a motorcycle.”

“It’ll be fun. You’ll see.” He leans in and plants a kiss on your cheek, as Nanami walks back by, now alone. “Can I get a kiss?”

“Um. Sure.” You close your eyes, leaning forward then, to plant a kiss on Mahito, just a little peck. It’s not horrible, it’s not bad even, but it’s not him. It’s not Nanami Kento’s sweet lips.

You still remember it like it was yesterday, the way he’d held your face. As Mahito deepens the kiss, you pull back, but he’s got your hair in his hand, gripping it, and his tongue is in your mouth, his other hand running down your hip. You’d had a few kisses now, but nothing too far, and you’re in school on top of it, so you pull away more firmly, clearing your throat.

“You’re so hot, babe.” Mahito whispers, grinning at you. And you just smile a little, Mahito was sort of your boyfriend now, wasn’t he…

“Thanks. I’ll see ya tonight!”

“Sounds good.”

He pinches your ass before he runs off giggling, and you feel a wave of unease at it. It’s what boyfriends did, huh? You wipe your mouth then, and freeze when Nanami is there, and he is just openly staring over at you. You flush under his gaze, walking past him, and freezing when he says your name.

“What?”

“You really like that dude?” You look up at him, brows lowered, his gaze stern, almost as if he were mad.

“What’s it matter to you, Nanami?”

“Didn’t seem like you enjoyed that… display.” He sounds disgusted as he speaks. It surprises you.

“It doesn’t matter if I do or not.”

“Why would you say that? Of course it matters. You can’t just date someone to date them-”

“And why do you date Utahime?”

He turns a little pink. “Um. She’s smart, funny, and pretty.”

Your. Heart. Shatters.

He was right, of course she was.

You just stand there, emotion hitting, when didn’t Nanami’s words bring you to tears? Him being so sweet and sincere about another girl, as you’re just entertaining someone to ignore the emptiness he leaves behind. Just existing. It’s not like Nanami had been anything but nice to you, but it was almost like he felt sorry, like those words you’d heard.

“Yeah, she really is.” You whisper, and Kento frowns as he looks at you. “I’m clearly annoying you. I’ll go.”

“I never said that. Did I… have I done something wrong? You’ve been avoiding me for years since-”

“Since you had to kiss me.”

Nanami blinks in confusion. “That bad of a kiss?”

“No, I just knew you did it because you felt sorry.”

Now his face grows serious, that stupidly sharp jawline locking and tensing as his gaze takes you in. “What?”

“It’s all good. At least I get kissed for different reasons.”

“Reasons like he just thinks you’re hot?”

“Better than not thinking I am.” Nanami glares now, as you all pace next to each other in the halls, and out of the school. “Why are you following me!?”

“Because you’re wrong.”

“About what, Nanami?” You turn to him right in front of the convenience store, the sidewalk is crazy busy this time of day. People walk all around you both.

“I think you’re hot. Very hot.” You blush, looking down nervously, sliding your hair behind your ear. “I thought you were pretty then too.”

“Why say this now?”

“When do you even talk to me?”

“I don’t want to embarrass you in front of your friends.”

“Yeah, not friends with them now.”

You just sigh, your heart aching. “That’s good, they sucked Nanami.”

You’re sitting at the bench in front of a store now, and Nanami sits down next to you. “They did suck. They weren’t nice to you.”

“Understatement.” His hand brushes your hair back, and you both pause, staring at each other, your heart hammering in your chest. “What are you doing, Ken?”

“Wow, you called me that again. It’s been a long time.”

“Yeah well.” His long fingers delicately hold your chin, forcing you to look up at him, the sunlight is creating a warm glow from behind him. “Ken… what are you doing, you’re with ‘Hime. And she’s my friend.”

“Hime and me… it’s different. She’s-” He trails off. “I can’t say exactly, but let’s just say she has another partner.”

“Like some open thing?” He shrugs, nodding. “Freaky Kento.”

He snorts at that, letting your chin go, rolling his eyes. “I don’t know about freaky but all right.”

“I’m not a side piece.”

“I didn’t say that. At all. And I didn’t ask you out, either.”

At that you freeze, backing off and standing, nearly stumbling on your steps, and Nanami curses, running his hand through his silky locks, standing and opening his mouth as if to correct himself. But you hold up your hand, and turn, walking away, rolling your eyes as he follows you.

“Go away!”

“You always do this. Always.”

“Because you’re mean!” You shout the words right near your house, and Nanami glares then, taking you by your wrist, you hate how good his hand feels, the warmth of his touch, his everything.

“I’m mean? You’re cold, and uncaring, you just glare at me and say nothing. All I do is wave, smile, try to talk, and because you think I kissed you for that reason, you’re mad at me? Maybe you are some Ice Princess. Or even worse.”

You gasp, the hurt washing over you, until tears prick your stupid eyes. Nanami falters, and he takes you by your shoulders, and you shake him off. “Y’know, you never once called me that.”

“I’m sorry- I shouldn’t have… I just-”

“Let me go.”

“I’m just frustrated, I’m sorry. I know somewhere in there is a sweet person. The one who wrote me that note.”

You can barely see with the tears that are starting. “The note you didn’t want. The note that I threw out.”

“Where is that girl, though?” He whispers, and he’s close, too close. “Why are you covering her up and being… this!?”

“This!? Just… I have to go.” You turn and run into your house, as his words hit you hard.

You ignore him, ignore the need to be near him, the tears in your damn eyes from how bad you want him. You ignore him shouting for you. Don't see him smacking himself in the head and pulling his own hair. No, you're in your bed now, crying. Over Nanami. Again.

He had every right to call you that, he did. But somehow it hurt so much coming from his perfect lips.

Current Day

“Hime told me she liked girls then, and I was trying to kind of keep it under wraps until she was ready.” Nanami spins you in a little circle, and it all dawns on you slowly, as the flickering lights of the party make you heady, as it causes flashes of Nanami’s handsome face in front of you.

“Oh that makes sense. I never thought about that. But I know you wouldn’t have been one to cheat or anything. You’re not like that.” He smiles a bit, your back is against him now, his hands on your hips, as you roll against him. His breath is hot on your neck as he bends low, exhaling.

“You sure do know how to dance. Really well, darling.” You giggle a bit, and he tenses. “Did you giggle!?”

“I do that sometimes. A lot actually. My life was hard growing up and… well I put on a hell of a facade of a tough girl.”

“You beat up most of the boys.”

“Sure did.”

You giggle again, but it’s cut off in a gasp as Nanami’s big hand is on your soft tummy, pressing just a bit, moving with you to the beat of the music. Your head leans back against his hard chest, desire coursing through your entire body now, because this was Nanami Kento touching you.

No other guy had done a damn thing for you. You always tried to take care of yourself, too, but you could never, ever…

“You feel really good pressed against me.” He whispers, so seductive, and you’re trembling now in his hold, shivers down your spine at his tone, at feeling him, every bit of him hard against you.

“You feel good on me too.” He kisses your neck, and your head tilts to the side, giving him more access. “Mnh…”

“Oh my…” He grips you so tight, you look back at him, and see it there, that desire in his gaze, matching your own. But how?

“What is it, Ken?”

“You sound like that from a kiss on the neck, I’ve gotta wonder what you sound like if I kiss other places.” His hand trails down, as you all sway in the middle of the crowded dance floor, and you stifle your cry just barely at it.

“Other places…” It reminds you of that day. On the rooftop.

“So many places. Every inch.”

“Nanami… I can’t handle a one night stand with you. I have way too many stupid feelings, it’ll wreck me. I’d rather just…” You pull away, turning to him, hands on his shoulders now. “I’d rather stay friends than do that.”

“One night stand, you think I do those?” You shrug, looking at his tie, even when he clears his throat, even when he tilts up your chin. “Look at me, darling.”

Fuck.

You look, and it’s your undoing, because all those years you loved him, and he’s even more handsome, even more sweet, even more perfect. “I don’t know if you do or not, but you’re very fucking hot. So.”

“And so are you. Do you?”

“No, not that there’s anything wrong with it. Just not my thing.” He hums a bit at that, pulling you back against him, rolling your body on his to the heady rhythm of the reverb song blaring. “So what, a two night stand?”

“I don’t see me letting you out of bed once I get you. Imagine, shutting up this bratty mouth? I’d probably tie you up and keep you in bed.” You stutter at that, knees nearly giving out.

“I… wha… huh…” He smirks, so handsome you can’t take it.

“Come to my place. Let’s get out of here.”

“No date first?”

“Date after. Lots of dates. Unless you have some last memory you really resent me over.”

“Oh I do.”

He rolls his eyes, yanking you by your hand then. “Okay you can tell me as we go to my place.”

“Y-your place? Is that your car?” He smiles, opening the door of the sleek gold sports car out front, and he even buckles your seatbelt, leaning far too close, god you just want to kiss him. “Ken…”

“Yes, beautiful?”

“You’re being so nice.”

He rests a hand on your thigh, smiling at you, and it lights up his usually serious features, making him breathtaking in the moonlight. “I have always wanted to be, you’re just so prickly. Like a cute hedgehog.”

“Hedgehog!” You smack at his arm playfully, and he just chuckles, revving up the fancy car, leaning close to you then.

“If I gotta hear another story you gotta kiss me.” You lick your lower lip, your heart hammers, your mind racing with all the what ifs, with all the fears, with all the doubt. And then your mouths meet, and it’s like all the moments of your life that you felt something, good or bad, are all rolled into this.

He kisses you deeply, those tingles through your lips, that heat in your body, and your hands sliding into his hair, pulling him closer, his tongue stroking yours. His tongue takes over your mouth, and he’s moaning into it softly, it’s just perfect, everything about it, the wind tousling both of your hair with his tops down. His big hands on your waist, taking it over.

“Holy fuck.” You murmur as he leans back, and he’s not smiling then, his eyes look drunk, his lips glossy from you. His hand slides up your shirt, cupping your breast over your top and kneading it, making you whine. “Kenn…”

“I’ve wanted you for so long.” You gasp, in shock as you study him, flushing as your nipple grows taut against his hand. He moans at it, thumb brushing over the sensitive peak, only thin silk a barrier. “You’re so beautiful. You always have been, you know. Even when you kicked dirt at me and scowled.”

You laugh a bit at that, and he kisses you again, then your laugh turns to a soft whimper, he moans at it. “Making me whine like a lil bitch.”

He grins. “I like you soft and sweet. Would you be that way for me?” You pull him by his tie and nod then, kissing him deeply, drinking in the feel of him. “Bet you taste sweet.”

You suck in a breath at that, at the way he holds you, at his tone, at his seductive words eating at you. Imagining those lips all over your skin drives you insane. “Kinda feel like I’m dreaming.”

“Same here, you’re being so nice to me.”

“I am nice, I just… was hurt.” He kisses you softly again, but this time on your forehead, and your eyelashes flutter closed, soaking in his very existence, enveloping you entirely.

“I don’t want you to hurt. Darling if you just knew how I-” Several partygoers shout both your names, waving at you too, and some make stupid gestures and kissy faces, and you both laugh.

“Ay, you dating her, Kento?” Nanami’s friend shouts, and you tense, ready for the blow, the one you always get, every time. But Nanami slides his hand down to cover yours, and your breath quickens, as if time slows then.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” He asks you then, loud enough for everyone around you, and you turn bright red in the dark evening.

“Yeah… I will.” You manage, and you hear a bunch of your friends and others going insane, you look back at them and just grin.

“He melted the Ice Princess!”

“Not completely yet.” Nanami winks, and then finally starts to drive and you get even more giddy, covering your mouth with your hands, eyes bright. Nanami smirks over at you, his hand back on your bare thigh, burning it. “I should have done that in middle school.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Time wasted being stubborn. Mainly you.”

“Hey!” You shove at his arm a bit, but then you end up shutting your eyes, tilting your head back and just enjoying the drive, the wind, Nanami.

“So, gonna regale me with the last tale of evil emo Kento?” You snort at that, and see that wind blowing through those sleek blond locks, tracing your fingertips down the sharp jawline.

“I sure will. We’ve got one more.” He sighs, and you remember.

The fourth time you tried to tell Nanami your feelings- Senior year- Age 18

You peek over at Nanami Kento, with his long blond hair over one hazel eye, casually drawing in his notebooks as several girls stood around him. You roll your eyes a bit, it was ridiculous the fan club he had, sure he was handsome, sure he was perfect, sure you would do anything to be with-

Shit.

He smiles just a bit as he talks to them, and you watch on out of your peripherals, pretending to pay no attention, but your eyes keep drifting over to him, until Nanami catches your gaze. You take a breath, sticking your tongue out then, and he just smirks a bit at you, calm as ever.

Now you all are in Senior year of high school, and you were eighteen, and you may or may not be going to prom alone, because the few boyfriends you’d had ended up being assholes. Mahito was a handsy mess at Winter Formal in Sophomore year, then you had the unfortunate experience of dating Naoya Zenin, who made Mahito seem decent.

That was bad.

He’d treated you terribly, honestly, and you just had stayed so you could keep Nanami off your mind, so it wouldn’t hurt as bad when you saw him hanging out with all those girls. Utahime had broken up with him and had tried to encourage you to talk to him, to tell him, as had your other good friend Shoko, but you couldn’t.

How could you?

You had barely talked to him, aside from him waving and smiling every day to you, and you just looked away, sadly. You couldn’t handle a fourth rejection from him, your heart is fragile enough. Things are much better at home than they were, but you still have tons of responsibility, and you still were so in love with him that it hurt to look at his stupid face.

Stupidly handsome.

Stupidly hot.

Stupid Nanami.

Why does he have to be so casual as you’re always internally losing it? At least you’re almost done, one month left, and you’ll never have to see him again. He’ll be moved on living his fancy life with some fancy woman in a fancy car, and you’ll be… well…

Who needs men anyway? You certainly didn’t.

“Hey pretty… wanna go to the dance?” Your classmate Haibara comes up then, he is one of Nanami’s very sweet friends that you actually like. But not like that.

You blink, mouth opening, as Nanami and the girls turn to watch this unfold. “I… um…” You peek over at Nanami, who just watches you curiously, and you ache at the thought of him saying it, saying no, go with me.

But he just watches you instead, calmly.

He’s always so calm.

Doesn’t he know he drives you crazy?

“Um… Are you sure? I can’t dance.” You mumble, and hear a little snickering of the girls next to Nanami. Nanami stands up then, and they are all quiet, as he casually walks over to another part of the classroom, hands in his pockets.

“That’s okay! You’re just… really pretty and I’d love to go.” You sigh, Haibara’s big brown eyes are adorable, and you don’t wanna upset him.

But…

“Um, can I think about it?” He looks a little crestfallen and you curse yourself over this. Why couldn’t you just go with him? What is wrong with you? He’s sweet and kind and not a dick.

But he’s not Nanami.

“Can I give you my number?” You nod, shyly, and smile a little. He gasps then, mouth wide open, and the girls next to you also gasp. “You smiled!”

“I… what!? Um, so what.” You cross your arms around your books then, standing up. Haibara is now bright red.

“It’s just really pretty.” You see Nanami turn towards you then, and your gazes lock for a moment, as Haibara hands you his number on a little note. You take it and give another little upturn of your lips, and Nanami’s gaze burns through you.

“Okay… I gotta go. See you later though.” You hop up and run out then, into the hallway, and you hear someone shouting your name but you ignore them, running up the stairs to the rooftop of the school, the one place you get any peace, get any solace whatsoever.

You were so hopeless.

Who were you waiting for, Nanami Kento?

Yeah okay.

As if he’d ever look at you like that.

The rooftop is peaceful, as the sun is hidden behind fluffy clouds, and little birds fly by, making you exhale, trying to focus. Here, in your little spot, you could just drop this tough girl act for a while, and it was absolutely an act, you were raised to be tough. You had to be strong no matter what.

But things were better with your grandparents, and you could maybe loosen up, could maybe open up.

But in all this time, only one person had made you want to drop your barrier, and he just made you put it right back up. And you’re still hopeless for him, and you don’t know when it will stop. Grade School, Middle School, High School, it never went away, it wasn’t fleeting, you wish it was.

“Hey, this spot taken?” You hear his deep voice, the timbre had gotten even huskier now as he’s grown up. You peek over at him, in his dark blue shirt and slacks, his muscles pronounced in the rolled up sleeves. Nanami had gone from skinny to buff and broad slowly but surely, and it just made him even hotter.

“Yep, taken. By my friend. Casper. Say Hi.”

Nanami snorts in laughter then, coming to sit next to you on the rooftop, and you shove at his hard body. “What, can’t I sit next to Casper?”

“You’re on Casper!” He scooches then, and you grin, you can’t help it. “Casper’s crushed, you dick!”

“Oh no, I… killed him! Oh look he’s fine.” Nanami points over at nothing, and you can’t stop the fit of laughs that take over you. They only die off a bit when he’s smiling at you, his seductive eyes glazed over, something unfamiliar to you. “You do have a pretty smile, Haibara is right.”

You clear your throat, looking to the side, running a hand through your hair. “Um… thanks, Ken.”

“I’m Ken again! It’s only been two years.” You glare and he holds his hands up. “You’re like an angry little Maltese.”

“A Maltese!”

“I’d say chihuahua but they’re not as cute. That’s a compliment.”

“Shut it.” You cover your smile with your hands then, and he shocks you, lowering them, taking them into his own. His big hands swallow your tiny ones, and his warm touch makes your tummy clench, makes you feel things you’ve never felt. “What are you…”

He eases back, sighing. “Haibara really has had it bad for you all year. As much as I don’t want you to be with someone-”

“Wha-!?”

“He’s a great dude. He’s way better than those assholes you dated. He would never hurt you, I promise.”

“Wait, back track, you don’t want me to date, why? Because you like me all miserable and feisty?”

He scoffs, leaning close then, an arm casually draped on one of his knees, the other long leg sticking out under him. “You are so smart in class, but I think when it comes to me you’re clueless.”

“Clueless. Nanami I’ve tried to… you know what, just go.”

He laughs, but it’s a dark, humorless one. “And here she goes again. Pushes me away. Runs away.”

“Yep. That’s what I’m good at, right, being the Ice Princess.”

“Will you just-” He yanks you then, against his chest, shocking you. Your throat goes dry, your lips parted, and you can’t take it, how bad you want to kiss him, how bad you have been since middle school. His full lips are all glossy as he wets them with his tongue, and you can’t focus anymore. “Shut up.”

“Shut up? You shut up!”

“Immature.”

“Meanie.”

“You’re mean!”

You stick out your tongue again and he glares. “See, childish. Maybe you should learn what these are used for, darling.”

“Darling!? Oh I’m not one of your darlings.”

“You’re right, you’re a brat.”

“Me!?”

“You.”

“Oh just go, Nanami, to your fanclub. I’ll think about Haibara, he doesn’t need you to come be nice to convince me. I’m sure he asked because he’s shy-”

“He didn’t ask me. And I didn’t come for that.” His voice is tense, as he grips you tightly, and you can barely move, as his hands cup your face, so big now, they swallow it whole.

“What did you come for then, Nanami Kento?” You whisper, struggling to maintain any sense of composure, fuck you’d do anything for him when he looks at you like that.

“I don’t know, impulse, the fact that I’ll not see you again maybe. Maybe that makes me sad.” You falter, sucking in a breath, and your hands rest on his hard chest then, palms splaying over the expanse of his chest. He exhales, leaning closer, until you taste his breath on yours, until you whine out from the back of your throat.

“Mnh… “ His nostrils flare, and his eyes get hungry. “You’d never be with someone like me.”

“Says who? You?” You just nod. “When you make that sexy little sound in the back of your throat… I want to… just…” He leans so close, his hands sliding down the contours of your body, and it lights up for him, every nerve ending, every bit of you reacts to his touch.

“Kento…” It’s just a whisper, and you’re pressing forward, your breasts against his chest, and he moans softly, he moans, fuck.

You don’t know what you’re doing, you haven't gotten very far and… Your mind is mush now. You feel something between your thighs, an ache, that you’d felt some before but this was insane, and you can’t take it. Like it’s calling out for his touch, like nothing could make it better.

“You just want to do what, Ken?”

“Kiss you places…” His hands pause on your hips, thumbs pressing in your pelvis, against your pleated skirt. “Places that bring that sound out.”

“Fuck…” Is all you manage to whisper out of your lips, and then he’s kissing you, Nanami Kento, on top of the roof of your school, and you’re falling into it, eager, as your tongues dance, and your fingers are in his silky hair, as he eagerly pulls you onto his lap. “Ah! Kenn, I…”

“Fuck.” Nanami’s cheeks are flushed, his eyes hungry, and he moans when he presses you down against his lap, and you gasp when you feel something between his thighs, brushing against you, just your panties the barrier from his slacks. Your eyes shoot up to his.

“K-Ken…” He moans, kissing you again, hands sliding down to grip your ass over your skirt, you’re grinding, shamelessly on his lap, feeling his hardness press against the growing wet spot in your panties.

“Darling… you’re so… ohmy…” He’s groaning as he grips you, and your mouths meet again, tongues fighting and playing in equal parts. You just want to tell him then, tell him that you love him. But he pauses, holding you still, shutting his eyes then and tilting his head back. You cling to his shoulders desperately, kissing up the side of his neck then.

“Please, please, please.” You don’t even know what you’re asking, you can’t even function, all you can think of is this, of his touch, his lips, his…

“Darling, if we go further… have you done…”

“N-no. Not much. Yet.” You bite out the words, and it’s like Nanami has unleashed something in you, something primal, and he stills your movements with his firm grip, shaking his head.

“I’ll fuck you right here. We need to stop.” You gasp at that, and shocked eyes meet his, pupils blown out.

“I… you’ll… um… you want to?”

“Of course I want to. Can you not… tell?” He huffs then, flushed cheeks, and you just bury your face against his neck. “You’re a virgin, yeah?”

“Yeah. I am. You’re not.”

“No. That should be special, someone you love.”

I do love you, stupid.

“Did you love your first?”

“No.”

“So…”

“You should have a special first time. Not on some rooftop, with someone who you basically hate.”

“I don’t hate you! Ugh!”

“You want me. I see that. I feel it.” Your legs tremble, squeezing his thick, strong thighs then, and he pulls your hair back looking up at you. “But you don’t even really like me.”

“You’re stupid. Stupid. Why can’t you see!?” He blinks then, exhaling and pushing up, rubbing his hard length against your slit, and you cover your mouth to muffle your loud cry.

“You’ve always been mad at me. Why!? Why, when you feel like this?” He kisses down your throat, his hands sliding up under your skirt now, and you whimper, desire rushing you.

“You made me this way.” You manage, and you sniffle then, trying to hide your emotions he always brings out.

“How? How… I…”

The bell starts ringing. Loud. School is over. You both tense, and you can’t believe the position you’re in, nor how badly you want to stay. Nanami’s pocket is buzzing, so you ease off, and he grimaces, pulling you back.

“Don’t go… please…”

“You’re right this is insane.” You struggle to write yourself, embarrassed as you feel the hot sticky mess of your underwear he’d made while you’re on his thigh, and he groans, gripping you hard while he reads the phone. His face tenses up.

“It’s Haibara. I’m a shit friend.” He rubs his hand over his face, and you stand then, turning away.

“You ever wonder what kind of friend you were to me, Ken?”

“I… have… darling, don’t-”

“We’ll forget this. Don’t want you to feel bad for your friend.” Nanami is grabbing at your wrist, and you’re turning away, again. You always are, aren’t you?

“Maybe I feel bad for… I don’t know, I think I led you on.”

“Led me on!?”

“Fuck not like that. Like… maybe I made you think things-”

“What, that I could be good enough for you?” You look at him, and tears stream down your face, for the first time in two years, since he last caused this. He looks crestfallen, trying to cup your face, but you smack his hands off.

“I never said that, never meant that. Please… you don’t-”

“Led me on, huh.”

“As if… in the past, like when we kissed, I don’t know if I made anything clear or was confusing. Please just stay, just listen. I’m not good at this.”

“Don’t bother. We’ll forget it.” You wipe a thumb across your lips, and they still tingle, you still ache, and his hazel gaze hones in on it. “I hope you have fun at prom, Nanami, I’m sure you’re going with someone beautiful.”

“Will you just-”

“And I hope you do well in college. I wish you all the best. Because Nanami Kento… I never hated you. The farthest from it.” You blink back tears, leaning up, kissing his cheek then.

“Don’t run away.” His voice is soft, and you want to stay, fuck you want to stay so damn bad. You love him. You always will.

“Kenn, you’re the best person I’ve ever met.” He looks at you now, confused expression on his handsome face. “Fuck if you don’t deserve better than me. Ice princess. Maltese.” You smirk, but he doesn’t follow it. “And you’re not a bad friend, Haibara is lucky, all your friends are lucky. You’re the sweetest, kindest man I’ve ever had the pleasure to know.”

You leave then, and as he runs after you, as you shut the door behind you to the stairs, you know you’ve done the right thing, letting him go. You love him enough not to want to damage him, ruin him. But now, you know how it feels to desire him in more ways than you ever had, and you’re not sure you’ll ever get over him.

Current Day

“You’re the one that left, darling. And left when… yeah, that was rough.” His voice is a little hoarse as he speaks of last year.

“I know. That one was on me. I thought you deserved better.” You whisper, as you all pull up to Kento’s place, you expect some dorm, but it’s some gorgeous fancy apartment building.

“You should think highly of yourself.”

“You live here!?”

“I’m really good at saving money.” You laugh a bit, softly.

“You’d hate my dorm.”

“I’ll fuck you in that little bed too.” You flush, and soon he’s opened your door, and he’s picked you up in his arms, your legs wrapped around his narrow hips, and your lips kiss up his neck as he carries you inside the fancy building, and up the elevator, and you couldn’t get your hands off each other as you stumble into his apartment.

It’s beautiful, minimalist and clean, and the scent of him all over it, something warm and comforting, something you missed in the last year without him. As Kento kisses down your throat, and your arms wrap around his neck, you faintly notice walls painted in shades of cream and white, a cozy couch and a nice TV, but you’re too busy being kissed senseless to really look.

Nanami and you are stumbling as you both kick off your shoes at the door, and he’s smiling against your mouth, as you nearly trip, clinging to him. “Ken-”

“Shh, darling, I got you.” He murmurs, his hands sliding up your back, sliding up the fabric of your silky top. He gets it off you, and you gasp when his hands cup your breasts, your nipples pebbling against his palms. “You’re so fucking beautiful, oh my god.”

You tremble under his praise, as he turns and presses you against the wall, hands on your lush breasts, thumbs brushing the peaks. “Kenn… that feels so good, mnh…”

“I’ll make you feel so good. I’ll make up for being a stupid emo boy.” You giggle then, and he smiles at the sound.

“You were sweet, I just… I was a Maltese.” You both laugh, but then the mood turns more serious, as he’s kissing down your body, unzipping your skirt, and it falls in a pool down your ankles. “K-Ken?”

“Yes, darling?” He’s running a hand down your soft tummy, and then he finds your lacy panties, which had a growing wet spot, damp and sticky. You hiss as he caresses your clit with his firm fingertip over the fabric.

“I’m a… um… still…” Kento’s fingers dip under the elastic band of your panties then, as his lidded hazel eyes drinking you in, lips parted, then you gasp when he slides a fingertip in, just to the knuckle.

“You’re so tight… darling…” He’s got one hand braced on the wall next to you, and you’re slick around his thick digit, sliding in and crooking up just do, building pressure in your tummy. “Are you still-”

“Yeah, I am. A virgin. Is that okay?” He exhales then, bending down further, maneuvering his elbow just so, and now his finger sinks deeper, and you’re clinging to his shoulders, feeling the hard muscles of his shoulders under your fingers.

“I was your first kiss, now I get to be your first lover?” You feel that emotion behind your eyes, in the back of your throat, nodding eagerly.

“What if I don’t know what to do?” You whisper nervously, then he hits a spot that makes you see stars. “Oh! Kenn…”

“We’ll take our time. I’ve wanted you for so long.” You gulp at that, as you lift a leg up and wrap his thigh, and you hear it, the squelching wetness of your greedy little cunt in the quiet apartment. “I’ll make it perfect.”

“You’re always perfect. Mmm…” Your eyes shut for a moment, head falling back, as he’s kissing down between your bare breasts, sliding his finger in and out of your tiny entrance.

“No. Not always.”

“Neither was I.”

“Let me make that up. Each time I fucked up. I’ll get you off four times at least.” You squeak at that, and he smirks at you.

“That’s a lot though!”

“Darling, that’s nothing.” He’s on his knees then, and your legs are trembling, when he slides off your panties and bares your glistening cunt for his vision. You feel his hot breath against it, as it’s drooling wetness out down your lips. “It’s so pretty, fuck… let me just-”

“Kento!” You scream out as he’s got your leg on his shoulder, parting the lips of your pussy, his nose brushing your clit as his lips tease your entrance, making you shake violently as pleasure rushes through you.

“This scent… so sweet.” He moans, and then he’s sliding his tongue up your slit, and you can’t take it, you’re barely able to stand, as Nanami Kento is on his knees, tasting you.

“Mmnph!” You’re reduced to sounds, when he finds your little clit with his hot, soft tongue, swirling in a little circle. You’re gushing all over his handsome face, clinging to his shoulders, trying not to fall.

“You taste so exquisite, darling. I knew you would.” He latches his mouth around your clit then, sucking the tiny little bud into his mouth, and the pressure builds, goosebumps all over your skin, and you feel something about to burst.

“Ohmygod… s’good I-ah! Kennn!” You’re screaming out, as you gush all over his face, and he’s just drinking you, he’s lapping it all up as you ride out your orgasm, it makes your mind fuzzy, your body thrums from it, and your cunt is just throbbing around nothing. “Oh my god! Holy Fuck…”

“One.” He smacks a kiss on your pussy, looking up with a smirk, and you giggle, making him grin wide. “For when I didn’t take your pretty pink note.”

“I totally forgive you. The drawing wasn’t ah- that- mmm- good.” He’s slurping up the arousal that’s seeping out of your little cunt, laughing, tickling it, before he plants a sloppy kiss on it.

“Let’s get the other three taken care of, hmm darling?” You nod, weakly, and he’s standing again, and you flush as you see his face, shimmering with your wetness. You swipe a bit at his chin, then he pulls you against him. “Taste yourself.”

You kiss him, tasting the honeyed arousal, and you moan at it, as he returns that moan, and you devour each other’s mouths. “Nothing could be better. Dreaming.”

“We’re just beginning, darling girl. Taste how yummy you are?” You nod, shyly then, and he chuckles a bit, popping a kiss on your lower lip. “Let’s take this to my bed, so eager I haven’t even gotten there.”

“I’d say she was eager.” You giggle again as he leads you to the bedroom, and it’s immaculately clean and sleek, like Nanami himself. You begin to unbutton his shirt with trembling hands, and he has to help you, and when you see his body?

Every inch of him was chiseled to perfection, broad shoulders and thick arms full of muscle, which bunch and move as he slides it off his arms. Your mouth goes dry, putting one of your tiny hands on his chest, pectoral muscles ridiculous, trailing down the ridges of his abdomen, cut like a diamond. All the way to the soft trail of dark blond hair under his belly button.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, Nanami Kento.” You whisper, and you see his cheeks tinge a little red, making your heart ache. “A man like you still blushes?”

“I’m still the shy emo boy deep inside.” You grin, shaking your head, and he exhales and his lips are parted. “You’re so gorgeous. I want to make you smile every day, forever.”

You’re crying as you smile now. “Forever…”

“Is that… shit… too much?”

“No. No. It’s… I love you. I have always loved you.” You’re just sobbing, and he holds your face so gently, so carefully, emotions mirrored in the hazel depths of his gaze now. “I was such a little mean brat.”

“You really were.” You smack at him, and he laughs, then kisses you, and your back is on his bed now, his hot body heavy on top of you. “I love you too.”

“You what!?” He sighs, kissing up your neck, big hands sliding down your every single curve.

“I love you. I didn’t know in elementary school like you. But… I started having a crush in middle school.”

You gasp at the confession, your heart racing, as your body reacts to his sure touches. “Middle school… my first kiss.”

“Your lips tasted so sweet, like honey.” He kisses your lips then, and emotions flood you, as you’re crying against the kiss, as your hands slide down his hard body so eagerly, until you find him, and he groans at your touch. “Darling…”

“Holy fuck you’re huge.” He laughs at that, and leans up, still in his boxers but you could feel how thick and long he was. “Will that fit?”

“I’ll make sure you’re very ready. I promise. Now… middle school…” He’s sliding two fingers in now, and you hiss at the stretch, clinging to his arms, manicured nails digging into perfect skin.

“Na-na-mii!” He watches you, as he holds himself up with one arm, sliding down your body a bit, nipping at the flesh over your rib, and starts scissoring his fingers in you, until you’re nearly blinded. “Ohmygod-fuck!”

“You’re so, so tight… ridiculously tight. We need to work her up.” He leans up and kisses your nose, your forehead, so sweet while his fingers pump into you, and you’re screaming as the pressure keeps building. “That pretty face when you cum, I need to see it again.”

With each stroke, you felt the pressure building, a coil tightening in your lower belly, and your hips began to move with his rhythm, your body begging for more, more, more. The pleasure threatens to consume you, and your moans grow louder, as it builds and builds.

“Let go, darling. You can do it.” At that you cried out, your climax hitting so hard, you’ve soaked him down to his arm, and Nanami holds you through it, his thick fingers slowing. “That’s it, such a good girl.”

“Good girl oh my-fuck!” The aftershocks are hitting, and you can feel your walls fluttering around his thick fingers.

“Can’t wait to feel that around my cock, fuck…” He pulls out his fingers, sucking on them then, eyes closing like you’re the best meal. “So delicious.”

“Kento, I need you, please. Please.” He’s on you in a moment, as you yank down his boxers, and you see him then, his thick, pretty cock, the pink tip drooling pearly white precum at the tip. “Oh my god.”

“See anything you like? Ah-fuck!” You’re smearing precum along the tip then, and feel his cock twitch in your hand, he’s so hot, thick and hard. Your cunt throbs in need of him, even though he’s so huge you worry for a moment.

“Should I… suck it?” His eyes widen then, his mouth dropping open. “I mean I don’t know how but I am a quick study.”

“If you do that I won’t make it. I have wanted you so long and I want this to be good for you.” His concern touches your heart, but…

“Just a taste?” He laughs a bit, then nods, and you sit up, getting on your hands and knees, tongue reaching out to lap up that precum, he’s groaning, hand pulling at your hair then, and the pain mixed with his yummy cock makes your cunt impossibly wetter.

“Darling.” He’s making this little sound in the back of his throat, as his cock slides deeper in your mouth, and though you don’t really know what to do, you just lick around until he’s twitching in your mouth. You continue to suck, moaning then, but he yanks you off by your hair. “You sure you haven't!?”

“I have read a lot of hentai, Nanami.” You peek up at him, kissing the tip, then you’re thrown on your back, and he’s between your thighs, as you giggle.

“You’re so bratty.” He kisses you, tasting himself, and then your legs wrap his narrow hips, and he’s pressing at your entrance, hot and insistent. You struggle to focus on staying on this earth when he’s sliding the tip up and down, and you both cling to each other, as he showers you with kisses.

Your cunt is getting so sloppy now, it’s so wet it’s slippery, and he’s sliding against your aching little hole now, pressing just a bit, and then your eyes lock, and your hands slide up to his shoulders. You’re biting your lower lip, your eyes glazed over with lust, his heavy lidded, mouth just barely open. And the look in his eyes? It’s not just lust it’s-

“Love. Love you. Love you Ken.” You say softly, and he leans down on his elbows, kissing you so deeply.

“I love you, darling, don’t you know how long I have? I have two more to make up for huh?” You smile.

“No, you don’t really. We were just young. And I was stubborn.”

“And I was a fool. Are you ready, darling? I want you to be absolutely sure, we can wait if-”

“I’m ready, so ready Ken. Please.” He slides in then, just a bit, and his fat tip gently bullies into your soaking little entrance. You cry out when he pushes more, and it burns so much, so much pressure. “Ah- ngh… shit shit shit.”

“Shit, are you all-right- ah I… darling you feel too good. Oh fuck.” He’s tense as he just sits there, halfway in, letting you adjust. And he pulls out a bit, then pushes in even deeper, making tears prick your eyes. “Darling, try to breathe.”

“S’much to- you’re too big- I- Ken-” He shushes you, pulling out again, sliding a hand between your bodies and finding your swollen clit, it twitches under the touch of his two fingers. “Mmmnh!”

“Focus on this. Please, darling, try to… you’re so-” He speaks through gritted teeth, rolling his fingers, and you grow wetter around the thick cock that’s currently stretching you out. You struggle to focus on it, shutting your eyes then, resting your forehead on his chest, then you moan, as he pulls out again, pushing in even deeper somehow.

“Ngh! Ken! It’s so deep!” Kento kisses you as he works your clit, just staying there inside you, and you start feeling so good, as your walls flutter around his thick cock, and you taste his sweet lips.

“I’m not in fully yet.” You gasp, and he laughs, blushing a bit.

“How much more!?”

“Not much. I want you to cum first from this…” He’s running his fingers in circles, and he fucks you gently, shallow thrusts, and your eyes roll back involuntarily at how good he feels inside you. The stretch, the pressure, him over you, so handsome as he watches your every expression. “Now, like a good girl.”

“Oh my fucking… cumming, cumming!” You’re screaming out as you grip the sheets beneath you now, your hips arching up while he presses in even more, you’ve never felt anything like it, like how good it is, your legs shake around his hips. You’re just falling apart under his hazel gaze.

“Perfect girl.” He whispers, pulling his fingers off your clit then, and you blanch just a bit when you see them. He looks too, then he clears his throat, rubbing them on his own thigh.

“Oh no I’m so sorry!”

“Shush. It’s natural, darling.” You bury your face in his chest again. “Ah-ah, look at me.” You do as he says, eager to please Nanami Kento. “It’s just the first time, and it doesn’t bother me. Okay?”

“Y-yes. Thank you. Th-thank…you…” He moans, kissing you now, and then he’s all the way in, bottoming out in your little pussy, hitting your cervix, and you feel like you could cum again, and you begin to feel it build all over. He’s sweaty as he starts fucking into you now, hips snapping, skin smacking.

“Hear how wet I have you.” His voice is husky, deep, and you’re whimpering under him, just a fucking mess. You can hear your sloppy cunt sucking his cock in with each stroke, and you start seeing stars when he hits that spot, as his hands grip your waist tightly. “Do you, darling?”

“I hear it. I-mnh-hear it.” You whisper your answer, and he lifts one of your legs up then, sliding it up over his arm. You tense just a bit as the angle shifts, getting impossibly deeper.

“Are you ready to be fucked senseless, sweet girl?” He asks it so softly, like he’s taking you on a damn date, and your eyes widen as you nod, then he slams into you, hard, and you cry out. “Can you take it?”

“Y-yes, please, s’good Ken.” You’re a mumbling mess while he starts fucking you deep, splitting you in half, you can feel him in your stomach, fuck you feel him in your throat, and you can’t help the cries as your sloppy cunt is soaking his cock.

“Perfect little pussy. Perfect.” He moans over you, one big hand wrapping one of your plush thighs, lifting it even higher, and then he’s fucking into you, over and over, bruising your cervix, his balls smacking your ass, pelvis smacking your clit. You feel heat washing over you, your eyebrows drawing together, face screwing up.

“S’good, Ken. S’good.” You’re barely able to speak, and his head tilts back as he moans, eyes fluttering shut for a moment, pressing in so deep you can’t stand it, then you’re cumming again, spasming around his thick length and he’s grunting, teeth gritted together as your hips buck up.

“Oh my fucking-darling…” You’re barely able to mumble back, as he fucks you into the bed, his thick cock stretching your little hole out, as that creamy ring of your cum starts showing on his cock, and he looks down at the sight, groaning. “You’ve cum four times- ha- forgive- me?”

“Already did. Already mnhhh Ken!” You’re clinging to him now, as he pushes your leg up over his shoulder, and it hurts, the stretch, his tip that keeps smashing into your cervix, that keeps rubbing on that spot.

“One more, then, forgive me for… not… taking you to-prom. Please.” Your eyes are watery, and you cry softly, nodding, as he rolls his hips and hits your spot, and you feel like you’re coming apart at the seams.

“F-forgive you. Forgive you.” 

“Good. Would’ve fucked you on prom night. Forgive me for that one.” You giggle, but your laugh cuts of quick as he fucks you intense, raising both your legs up now, cock slippery with all your cum, and your eyes roll back, you’re literally drooling, your mouth and your cunt.

“Forgive. You. Ken.” You speak through each thrust, as his big hands cup your face, and he’s got your thighs on your breasts, smushing you and filling you to the brim with his cock.

“Let me cum in this sweet pussy. Let me fill you. Fill you so much- ah- you’ll be dripping for days.” You just meekly nod, you have no clue anymore of anything, it’s all faded, but Kento on you, in you, around you. It’s all him. “Ask me for it, darling. Ask me to fill you.”

“Cum in me. Please. Please. Ken-ngh-please!” You’re begging, feeling no shame for it, none at all, not when he starts jerking his hips, and his rythym falters, and he’s just looking at you, with those hazel eyes you’ve loved forever.

“Can you take it all, darling? Be… a good girl… for me please…” You nod, and then he’s slammed his lips into you, and he’s pumping you full, velvety hot ropes of white cum that paint your insides, filling you up with his hot cum, making you cum all over again. “Yes, darling, let me feel you-fuck.”

You’re crying out your orgasm against his lips, and he pumps more of his cum so deep in you, until you’re both oversensitive, trembling messes. His cum is sliding out around his thick length, mixed with your arousal, both drooling out of your little cunt that’s stretched by him so. You look at each other, then, breathing erratic, hearts racing in the quietness of his room.

“So perfect. You’re so perfect.” He says softly, easing out, and you hiss a bit at it, at how sore you are, the emptiness. “Are you all right, darling? I’m sorry it hurt.”

“No it was perfect, Ken. So perfect.” You’re crying, and he’s wiping your tears gently from your cheeks, resting his forehead on yours, as you cling to him.

“First kiss, first to make love to you. First to feel this pretty pussy cum all over me, to watch that beautiful face.” He keeps kissing you over and over.

“First love, Nanami Kento. My first love.” He sighs, studying you carefully, hands soft as they run down your body, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“You’re my first love.” You start crying again.

“You always make me a sappy baby.” He grins then, chuckling. “Your first love, are you sure? When did you know?”

“The rooftop is when I knew a million percent. God, when you were on my lap in that skirt, and I tasted your lips again… I had wondered, was it just as I remembered in middle school? It was. It was even better. Then I knew there was no one else. But… you’re a little brat.”

You laugh through your tears, kissing his chin then, the little cleft in it that you find so damn attractive, then his lower lip, nipping it. “I was so scared. I didn’t know if I’d ever be good enough.”

“You’re too hard on yourself. You’re amazing, even when you’re all angry and sticking your tongue out at me.” You and him both laugh at that, then he’s helping clean you up, being so careful with you it shatters your heart. “Will you stay with me tonight? And maybe lots of nights?”

“I’d love to. Do I get to sleep in your hoodie!?”

“You know I can’t fit into it anymore. So it’s yours.” You giggle, and soon you’re in one of his old black shirts and a hoodie, and he laughs as he zips it up, it’s huge on you. “You look way too good in that.”

You shove your hair in front of your face. “I’m Kento- not Ken-”

“You little brat!” You squeal, and he’s got you over his shoulder, smacking your bare ass. “Time for a lesson.”

And that was the fifth, and final time that you tried to tell Nanami Kento your feelings. And this time, it worked, and guess what? He felt the same.

On ao3 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/57995971

[billthedrake]

SUGAR DADDY (PART ONE)

I was cooling down from my run, and I was paying more attention to the traffic light to cross. I almost didn't see them.

But the man saw me, a look of embarrassment sweeping his face before the familiar friendly tone won out.

"Luke?" he said.

"Mr. Keenan," I replied automatically, as if the recognition was coming out of my mouth before it hit my brain. Mr. Keenan was my buddy Rich's dad, a successful corporate lawyer or something. I know Rich had issues with his father, made even worse by his parent's divorce, but Mr. K was always beyond nice to me. And truth be told, I always found him incredibly attractive. Tall, handsome, salt and pepper coming in on the temples, kind of like a TV dad. Even now he was in a nice-cut navy suit, dress shirt and no tie.

His blue eyes were taking me in. It had been over three years since I'd last seen the man, since high school graduation, and I'm sure I looked different now. "I almost forgot you went to school here," he said. "Georgetown?" he prompted.

"Yes, sir. They haven't kicked me out yet," I smiled in my self-deprecating way.

It was then that I noticed the woman standing next to him. She couldn't have been any older than me. She was pretty, real pretty, with that sorority girl look. Straight blond hair and big tits for a girl with her trim frame. At least they showed off well in that spaghetti strap cocktail dress she had on. Her high heels didn't get her close to Mr. K's 6'3" height but they added a couple of inches.

I now had a pretty good idea why Rich's parents got divorced.

The man's date was good at hiding her annoyance at my presence but not good enough that I couldn't see that she wanted to get on to where they were going. Part of me couldn't blame her. It was fall, the evening was cool, and she was underdressed for it.

Mike Keenan realized where I was looking and that embarrassed look came back on his face. "Luke, this is Kimberly..." he turned to his girlfriend or date or whatever. "Luke's from back home," he explained. Almost with an emphasis of meaning.

Turning back to me. "We should go, buddy... but it's great running into you, Luke."

"You, too, Mr. Keenan," I said. It was only then that I was self conscious about standing on a busy Georgetown sidewalk in my sweat-drenched running clothes, the cool getting to me now that the exercise was wearing off.

He flashed his trademark smile, like he always did when I came over. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, deftly extracting a business card. "I'm in DC a few nights a week these days. Reach out and we'll catch up, OK?"

"Sure thing, Mr. K," I said, taking the card in my fingers.

Then I watched as my friend's dad and his college-aged girlfriend went walking on to their date spot.

****

"I was gonna ask if you can keep things under wraps about Kimberly," Mr. Keenan said as we waited for our burger at a nice but not overly fancy bistro that DC seemed to have a ton of. I'd met Mr. K closer to his hotel, just two nights after running into him.

"Oh yeah, sure," I said. If the man had asked me to give an alibi to the police for something I probably would have. I mean, Mike Keenan always was great to me, encouraging me in my baseball playing and even helping me out with college admissions stuff, since my folks were more blue collar. His dating life was really none of my business, but I felt like it was conversation worthy. "How long have you two been dating?"

He squirmed in his seat and sighed. "A while... not too long..." he said then gave me a long hard look. "Listen, Luke, you can keep this between us, right?"

The blue eyes and handsome jawline and perfect teeth were gonna make me crush out a little on the man, like I did back in high school. "Absolutely," I replied. Earnest as hell.

He smiled. He could read my sincerity, and I think it amused him. He leaned back and had a soft leer on his face, a side of him I'd never seen. "She's not my girlfriend," he explained. "I met her on one of those sugar daddy sites."

I may have been a dumb jock, but I figured out what he meant pretty quick. "You mean she's a hooker?" I asked. I had to laugh, and Mr. K laughed back.

"No, well, not exactly," he replied. "But there's a little of that, even if we both pretend that's not what's going on." His eyes searched out mine, and I knew he was trying to read if I was freaked out or judgmental. I wasn't, just surprised.

I tried to pass off my shock with a joke. "She expensive?" I said.

He grinned, with a I-can't-believe-you-asked-that look. But he replied anyway. "Very. But I can afford it."

Something about his tone and lecherous nature got me hard. Not chubbed, but full on erect in my jeans.

The man mistook my horniness for a different reaction. "Sorry Luke," he said. "I shouldn't have said that... only you asked."

"No, it's good," I assured him. "Just didn't expect it, is all."

"Fair," he said. He sighed again. "Seriously, Luke, not a fucking word to Rich. Or anyone. I mean it."

"I won't, Mr. K, promise," I assured him. He probably didn't want to talk about it anymore, but I was very curious. "So... how's it work exactly?"

"How's what work?"

"The sugar daddy thing."

He seemed more businesslike. Maybe he enjoyed being able to confide, or maybe he just was humoring me. "I pay for Kimberly's apartment and of course for dates," he explained. "There are gifts, too, but she doesn't make me jump through hoops like some of the others."

I was letting it sink in that this one wasn't Mr. K's first. I knew the guy was loaded, but that kind of money was wild to me.

"Damn, I should get a sugar daddy," I joked.

Without missing a beat, Mr. Keenan shrugged his shoulders and said, "You could. If that's what you wanted."

I blushed. I was still pretty closeted though Rich Keenan knew. Maybe Mike Keenan knew too.

The man seemed to enjoy catching me off guard. "A colleague of mine goes for high-class call boys, but I've been trying to convince him to go for something more legit." This was definitely a new side to Mike Keenan than I'd seen.

He paused. "Sorry, Luke. I'm not really suggesting... You know that, right?" The old Mr. K was back.

"Yeah, Mr. Keenan," I said. I wasn't totally naive, but this evening had already made me feel more green than I wanted.

He held up his empty rocks glass in a gesture for the bartender to bring another. He then turned to me. "You have any special men in your life?"

So Mr. K did know.

I shook my head. "I've hit the apps some," I said with candor. "But no one special."

He patted me on my shoulder, like he used to back when I'd come over to visit Rich. Like a buddy or a dad. "Well, you've grown into a fine young man, Luke Bowman. I'm sure that someone special will come soon... maybe when you're not expecting it."

OK, I was more than a little crushed out.

***

Something about seeing Mr. Keenan was a spark in my life that I needed. I'd spent too much of my college years scared. Scared of getting out there, of meeting men. I liked men who were older. Coach types, though that was out of bounds and not realistic. But I changed the age range on my app profile and decided I was going to be open to engaging with men who turned me on there.

It was hit or miss. I heard from some real obnoxious guys. I went on some dates with a really fucking hot doctor who was great sex but then basically ghosted me. I had a couple of hookups that were good for what they were.

I wasn't being a man-whore exactly, but I enjoyed making up for lost time a little.

Strangely Mr. K became my confidante. I don't know why I thought the man would be homophobic, hell maybe deep down he was, but we each shared a secret with the other. And once he was back in DC for business that spring, I met him every other Wednesday for burgers and beer, depending on my game schedule. I got the increasing feeling that he valued his time with me, since he and Rich didn't get along well these days. The man carried a lot of guilt for his broken marriage, but he'd be the first to admit that he'd probably do the same thing all over again.

"Buddy, college girls are the best," he leered one Spring night as we finished our meal. Mr. K let his hair down a LOT with me these days. "I know they don't do anything for ya, Luke, but Jesus, fuck..."

I laughed. I knew Mike Keenan was a grade-A horndog and probably not a good man in that way, but I enjoyed seeing his naughty side.

"You ever think about dating one for real, Mr. K?" I asked. For most of our meetings, it had been mostly my buddy's dad asking me about my life, but it was just now getting to the point where I felt like I could ask personal questions like this.

He shook his head. "It wouldn't work. Besides, I wouldn't do that to Rich." It was a strangely profound admission.

I gulped. Yeah, I could see it from my buddy's perspective, having a stepmother his age, or younger even.

"That's cool, Mr. Keenan. But you gotta live your life, too," I said.

That caught the man off guard. He looked at me then smiled. He reached over and ruffled my hair. "You really think that, dont ya?" he asked.

I nodded, embarrassed.

He grinned. "Don't worry, kiddo. I'm enjoying my middle age years. A little too much."

"With Kimberly?" I prompted. He hadn't mentioned her in a while.

"I called off that arrangement," he said bluntly. "She wanted more."

"A ring?" I laughed. I didn't get straight people, not really, but at the same time they were my entire world.

That leer returned to the man. "No. More money. I'm taking a break for now."

"How long will that last?" I teased.

"Dunno. A month. Maybe two. Till I get horny again."

"I'm pretty sure you wouldn't have to wait that long to get laid, Mr. K."

It was meant as a playful comment, at least in my head. But the second it came out I realized I'd said too much. That Mr. Keenan could read everything in my face, everything I'd kept hidden. How attracted I was to him, how crushed out I was on him, how jealous I was of Kimberly or whatever sorority chick he was banging.

The look on the man's face could now see it all.

Tears welled up in my eyes and I started getting a panic attack. I stood up from the bar stool. "I should go," I said.

A hand reached out and gripped my forearm. Mr. K's grip was surprisingly strong. "Luke. It's OK."

Somehow, his understanding made it worse. I shook my head and broke free. "Sorry," I muttered. Then made a beeline for the door.

I felt dumb and intensely vulnerable as I walked to the bus stop. I'd messed up this friendship thing I had with Mike Keenan, but maybe it was fucked up that I was hanging out with my friend's dad like this in the first place. No maybe about it: it was majorly fucked up.

I was a block away from the stop when I got a text.

"Can I convince you to come back, Luke?" the man wrote. "I get it buddy."

I knew the smart thing would be to keep walking. To send a polite no thanks reply. Or just ignore the text. Instead I typed. "Yes Mr. K." And I walked back to the restaurant.

Mike Keenan was standing outside, looking handsome as fuck in his expensive suit. He had a worried look on his face, and I knew immediately he'd dashed out after me but didn't know which way I went.

His face brightened when he saw me. "We don't have to stay here," he said. "I settled up."

"Oh," I said. "Sorry..." I started to apologize, but he stopped me.

"You were honest," he said directly, blunt but still friendly. "Besides, what man doesn't like to hear he's attractive?"

I gave a wan smile and hunched my shoulders in a shrug. "A lot of straight men, I imagine."

I couldn't tell if Mike Keenan was just humoring me. He had a look of sympathy on his face for sure as he reached out and patted my arm. "How bout this? No labels between us, Luke?"

I didn't get what he was saying exactly, but I knew it was meant to reassure me. I nodded.

"Feel like coming to my hotel?" he asked. "We can just talk."

"Yeah." I was feeling a ton of emotions coursing through me. But I wanted more Mr. K time. "Sounds nice."

That seemed to relax him and put him in a good mood as we walked the few blocks to the nice, business-class residence hotel where he was staying. I couldn't help but sneak looks over his way. He just looked incredible in his suit, not a trim cut one like younger guys sometimes wore but it still flattered his build and height. In my mind, the suit made him look like one of those DC power players and in some messed up way that turned me on.

We weren't too chatty as he led me up to his room. It was fancy to my eyes but had that empty aura that hotel rooms do, even if Mr. K's luggage and belongings were around.

I was looking around the place when the man stepped up right behind me and wrapped his arms around my midsection. I smelled his cologne and felt his kisses along my neck. I guess we were going to do more than just talk.

"Oh, God, Mr. K," I hissed. This probably a record time for how fast I could throw hard. That boner was nearly instant.

"You can call me Mike," he said.

"OK," I said dumbly.

His hands traveled up and down my T-shirt. I was primed to be turned on by this man, but he was going to put me in heat.

"You OK with this, buddy?"

"You have no idea, Mist.. Mike" I replied.

My slip up got a chuckle from him. His fingers slipped beneath the hem of my shirt and the touch of his hand against my belly felt electric. "You have an amazing body, Luke."

"You too, sir," I replied.

He kissed some more along my neck and his voice got deeper, hoarser. "Do you suck cock, Luke Bowman?"

The grunt from the man was an indication I'd said the right thing. "I don't know that I'm good for all the other stuff," he said, "but I'd REALLY love to feel your mouth on me, buddy."

I knew what he meant. The man wasn't going to reciprocate, and I'd have to be fine with that. I was. "I don't need anything in return, Mike," I said. "I want to suck you."

He had that huge horndog grin on his face when I finally turned to face him. We were matched in height but he felt like my opposite in so many ways. Older, successful in his career, straight, though I was getting the fuller meaning of his "no labels" comment.

Especially as his face inched in and his lips met mine. I was kissing Rich Keenan's dad and the forbidden nature of that just added to my thrill. I took a second to feel up his sides, under the suit coat. Mr. K didn't object, he just went deeper with the kiss. Mike Keenan was a great kisser.

"You're a very handsome young man," Mr. K finally said as he pulled back.

"God, Mike," I grunted. This was every JO fantasy I'd had coming to life.

With that naughty look on his face, he reached down and started unzipping. I didn't even look down, not yet, but I could tell from his shoulder motion that he was hauling out his cock.

"Please, buddy," he hissed.

"Here?" I asked dumbly. In my hookups before BJs had been naked and on a bed.

"Here," he growled. This was that other side of Mr. K, the kind who hired sugar babies to get his needs taken care of.

I squatted down. I was a catcher for the Hoyas baseball team, so at least I had this motion down, I thought to myself.

Mike Keenan's cock was gorgeous. Big and meaty and cut but not overly long. It jerked and pulsed as he looked down on me.

"You done this before, right?" he asked. That concerned paternal voice coming out.

I nodded. "Some," I replied. "I wish I had more practice." Then with an honesty I probably shouldn't have had, I added, "I want this to be good for you, Mike."

He chucked and moved his hand to run through my hair. It was strangely affectionate. "You'll do great, buddy."

That was all the encouragement I needed. Leaning in, I could smell the mild, natural musk of a man's crotch, which was matched by Mr. K's saltiness as I began licking him. I gripped the base of his prick to steady it for my sucking, but I maybe didn't even need to do that. Mike was rock hard.

"Yes..." he hissed as I went down on him. I was still pretty green at sucking cock, but I was probably better than Kimberly or whatever sugar baby he'd lined up in the past. Or even the former Mrs. Keenan, I thought crudely.

That knowledge had me going for it. I swallowed four inches of the man in one go, held just a second to let my throat get used to it. Then I started going up and down. It took a second for me to get my rhythm and another for me to get the suction. But I knew I did by the urgency of the man's fingers in my hair, not exactly pushing me down on his crotch but aiding and guiding me in my bobbing motion. He was probably thinking of some chick while I blew him, but I was OK with that.

Only his next words broke me of that idea. "Luke, buddy... you're getting me there," he hissed. Mr. K was very present in this blowjob. I paused a second and looked up at him, and could see he was looking down at me.

I wanted to get him off. So I looked back forward and went for it. The best I could deliver. I hoped it was enough.

The fingers grew tighter. "Gonna cum... Don't pull off," Mike growled. "Please."

At that moment I felt bad for straight men. Even if I should have felt bad that Mr. K wasn't gonna suck me. I just felt any woman was stupid not to want to swallow Mike Keenan's cum.

"UNNFH!" came the sound of his release as he flooded my mouth and throat with his salty-sweet cum. Maybe Mike was backed up, but he was a heavy shooter all right. I accepted it all, swallowing it in waves as quickly as he fed it to me. I think my sucking sensation only added to his orgasm. He finally pulled out, prick wet and still hard.

"God fucking damn, buddy, that was great," he said with a satisfied smile. Then as he caught his breath and I stood up, he added, "Can I jerk you off or anything?"

That sounded great. "You got any lube?"

He nodded and walked over to the bathroom to root around his toiletries bag. He stepped back in, his prick softer but still sticking out. With a grin, he tossed me travel container of lube. "Don't be shy," he said.

I was already undoing my shorts, which fell to the floor. Then I peeled down my underwear, letting Mike see my hardon. It was a trip for me, being mostly naked in front of him. Maybe he wasn't gonna be fully gay for me, but he was open to seeing my dick as I squirted the liquid on my stalk and start stroking.

With a grin he stepped up to me, a little to the side, placing his hand on my belly and working up beneath my shirt as he met me for a kiss.

That's all it took. I didn't come instantly but instantly I began that climb to orgasm. Mr. Keenan's kiss and touch was the extra stimulation to get me there.

I moaned into his mouth as I shot my cum, shooting out onto the hotel carpet.

He broke the kiss when I was done and patted my chest. "You needed that, buddy," he said with satisfaction.

"I did," I nodded. "Thanks."

Things felt a little awkward now. I'd crossed some major lines with this guy that evening, and now that I'd gotten off I felt majorly self conscious about it.

"You OK, Luke?" he asked as we tucked back in.

"I'm OK, Mr. Keenan."

"You can NEVER tell Rich about what just happened," he said.

"You know I'm gonna keep everything private," I said. "You can trust me."

He nodded. "Why don't you get cleaned up. Feel like a drink? I have some scotch here or you can raid the mini bar."

I nodded. "I don't know anything about scotch, but you can teach me."

He chuckled. "All right."

It felt nice to just talk. Mr. K let me open up, about men and being gay and what I really wanted from dating and sex. The man talked about his very limited experience with guys when he was a teen.

"I should have figured men would be better at giving head," he said with a playful leer. "That was incredible, Luke. For real."

"I'm glad," I said. Maybe this wasn't a healthy hookup, but it had felt incredibly satisfying for me, a dream come true.

"You're going to make some dude VERY happy," he said with a smile.

"I hope so," I said with a defensive chuckle. "I hope he makes me happy too."

Mr. Keenan got what I meant. "Yeah, you deserve that," he said a little chastised. He polished off the last of his liquor in the rocks glass. "Listen, it's been a long day."

"Yeah, I'll head off," I said, drinking the rest of my scotch and standing up.

Mr. K pulled his walled out and fished out a couple of twenties. "Here you go... you're not taking the bus back. Especially at this hour."

I tried not to take it. "It's Ok, Mike," I said.

He shook his head. "Just get a fucking Uber, Luke. I insist."

"OK," I said, capitulating. The man could be bossy, and I didn't know whether I liked that or not.

He was quieter now, as he led me to the door but he said before I stepped out. "I'm gonna sleep like a baby tonight, buddy. Thanks."

"You too, sir."

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The Doll House - A Nanami x Reader Fanfic Part 1

 Despite your crippling fear of men, your family sells you to the Doll House. Luckily, you end up with the handsome, gentlemanly Nanami as your trainer, and he’s about to show you how great a man can be. 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Read Geto’s Part Here!

Read Toji’s Part Here!

Read Sukuna’s Part Here!

Read Gojo’s Part Here!

Read Choso’s Part Here!

Note: Please remember that these stories don’t take place at the same time, or even one after the other! Consider each one its own timeline. So if you see Geto and Toji with other dolls, don’t be alarmed lol. I had to do it this way because if I don’t, by the time I get to the last trainer, there won’t be any other trainers left to interact with!

On the outskirts of town, there stands a particular shop called the “Doll House”. Inside its walls you can find a “doll” to match any taste you might have. All your desires will be fulfilled, no matter how depraved. Satisfaction is guaranteed! The dolls are exceptionally high quality, thanks to the skillful trainers who work with them twenty-four hours a day, molding them into perfect toys for your enjoyment.

Each trainer has a specialty that they focus on, and they all take great pride in their work. Their methods differ greatly, their approaches vary, but they all follow one rule: never get attached to a doll. After the training is complete, they hand the dolls over to their new owners, and never see them again. However, just once over the course of their careers, trainers are allowed to pick a doll they’ve personally trained and keep her as their own.

AU! Each trainer will get their own story! This is Nanami’s. If you’d like to be tagged in future parts, let me know! You must be an adult to be tagged! Any feedback whatsoever is adored! I’m keeping the same tag list as Geto’s part. If you’d like to be removed, please let me know!

Note: Consider these parts AU’s within an AU. So you might see Geto with a different doll from the reader in his part, but just consider this an alternate timeline lol.

Smut. 18+. Fem Reader. Daddy kink. Hair pulling. Oral sex. Fingering. Divider by @benkeibear!

Ever since you can remember, you’ve had a crippling fear of men. Your father died when you were so small, you have no memories of him. You have no brothers, no uncles you’ve ever met, and you don’t even remember playing with any boy cousins as a child. Throughout your education, you only went to all girl schools. Otherwise, you’ve avoided going out in public as much as possible. 

As a child, your older sister told you scary stories about men being brutish monsters who only wanted to hurt girls. Looking back, you understand now that she was only teasing you. But those stories combined with the fact that you’ve never even had a full conversation with a man before has left you with quite the phobia. 

Even though you’ve watched movies and tv shows and seen men in that context, you’re still afraid of them. The fact that you find lots of fictional men attractive only confuses your emotions even more. You’ve spent years watching animated shows with men way too handsome to ever be real, developing crushes on them because they felt safe.

And your favorite, the one you’ve always been in love with despite him being made of ink and paper, is Prince Sebastian. In the cartoon, he’s a tall, muscular, blonde prince who is always a perfect gentleman to the women around him, always there to protect them from danger. Despite being an adult now, you still have a poster hanging on your bedroom wall featuring him. 

Now, you find yourself standing in the welcome room of the Doll House, waiting to meet your trainer. How did it come to this? Just yesterday you were cooped up in your room, playing video games. Then this morning, your aunt who raised you and your sister stormed into your room and announced that she was selling you to the Doll House. You thought she was joking at first. What she was saying was unthinkable! She was rich! She didn’t need the money! Sure, she’s been complaining a lot lately about you staying in your room all day, but you didn’t think she was this angry! 

You screamed, you cried, you made quite the scene. But then she told you that if you refused to sign the contract, she was kicking you out of her house and completely cutting you off. So you could live in a nice house with a rich man, or you could live under a bridge. To you, both options were terrifying. But one was slightly worse. 

If you live under a bridge, how would you watch your favorite shows or play your games? And who knows how many unsavory men would approach you? Dealing with one man would be much better. Or so you’ve been telling yourself since you got here. But… now that you’re here, and there’s a strange man on his way to get you and do unspeakable things to you… you can’t do it! 

You make a run for it, even though you’ve already signed the contract and met the owner, even though your aunt dropped you off and told you not to come back, you run out of the welcome room and into the front lobby, toward the exit. But just before you reach the door, you hear footsteps and voices behind you. One of them sounds like the owner, calling out your name. You’re so startled that you trip and crash to the floor, pulling off a perfectly humiliating face plant. 

For a moment, you just lie there, feeling stunned and defeated, the adrenaline that fueled your brief escape attempt all gone. Tears sting your eyes as you begin to cry, hiccuping pathetically as your shoulders shake. 

“Are you alright, miss?”

At the sound of a male voice, your body freezes up in terror. You turn your head to the side so you can look up. A man is squatting down beside you, holding out his hand. 

“Let me help you up,” he says in a soft voice. 

You blink away your tears as you stare at his face, and you realize something that momentarily shocks the fear right out of you. He looks exactly like Prince Sebastian! That blonde hair, those kind eyes, that muscular shape! It’s like the character just walked out of the tv! You never thought a real flesh and blood man could ever be as beautiful as Prince Sebastian, yet here he was! 

Still stunned, you take his offered hand and allow him to gently pull you up. It’s the first time you remember actually touching a man. 

He hands you a white handkerchief, spotlessly clean, and you use it to wipe your eyes. “Thanks,” you mumble, reaching the handkerchief back to him. 

“My name is Nanami Kento. I’m your trainer,” he says, and you can’t help staring at him. He’s your trainer? Prince Sebastian? Maybe this won’t be so bad after all. But no, you can’t let your guard down! He might be ridiculously handsome, but he’s still a man! 

You introduce yourself in a small, quivering voice. He nods and then calls over the lady working behind the front counter. “Can you take her to my room, please? And make sure she has whatever she needs.”

The lady smiles and nods, then heads back toward the welcome room. “Follow me. We’ll grab your suitcase on the way!”

Numbly, you follow after her. 

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Nanami waits until his new doll has left the room, then turns to the owner. “When you said she has a fear of men, I didn’t realize it was this bad,” he says, sighing. “So what’s going on? You normally don’t accept dolls who were clearly forced or coerced into signing the contract. She obviously doesn’t want to be a doll.”

The owner gives a sigh of her own. “Her aunt came and spoke to me yesterday. Apparently she threatened to throw the girl out if she didn’t sign.”

“Coercion,” Nanami says. “Despicable. So why did you accept?”

The owner looks him in the eye. “The aunt said that if I didn’t take the girl, they were going to sell her on the direct market. You know how things work there. It would be like tossing that girl into a lion’s den blindfolded and with her hands tied behind her back.” The owner pauses and sighs again. “I thought that if she’s trained by someone like you, at least it would be like tossing her in there with a sword and a shield. At least she’d have a fighting chance.”

She has a point. The whole situation leavrs a bad taste in Nanami’s mouth though. “So why is she afraid of men? Any past trauma I should be aware of?”

“None,” the owner says. “She’s just never been around men in her whole life. No male relatives. Went to all girl schools.”

“Hmm.”

“And Nanami,” the owner adds, her voice dropping a bit lower, “I know you’re not going to like this, but you’ll have to deflower her. Ordinarily I’d keep her a virgin and charge a premium for her, but in this case I think sending her out so unprepared would be exceedingly cruel.”

He looks toward the door the poor doll had disappeared through. “Only if she agrees to it.”

The owner nods. “Of course. Oh, and stay sharp. There’s something off about this whole thing. Her aunt is wealthy, and she even took half what I would usually offer. She seemed really determined to have the girl trained here. There might be something else going on.”

Nanami looks at the owner. “A punishment perhaps?”

“That’s what I’m thinking. But the contract was signed so we’ll see where this goes.”

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Inside your trainer’s room, you find the place impeccably neat and orderly. There’s a large bookshelf filled with difficult-looking tomes, though you do spot a few fantasy novels you’ve read yourself. The bed is so smoothly made that you wonder if he even sleeps in it. The dresser has several bottles of expensive-looking cologne, and a peek in the closet reveals a wardrobe of stylish, fancy clothes in brands even you, who grew up in a wealthy family, haven’t heard of. They’re probably brands that focus on menswear, something you would be clueless about. 

The lady from the front desk sits your suitcase on the floor beside the closet and smiles at you. “You hit the jackpot, miss. Nanami is an excellent trainer.”

“He is?” you ask, standing awkwardly in the middle of the room. 

The lady laughs. “Let’s just say that if I had to pick one of the trainers to be mine, I’d pick him in a heartbeat. He’s respectful and kind, and not to mention handsome. The dolls he trains are always sad to leave!”

That made you feel a little better, and you were grateful to her for trying to put you at ease. “Thanks for telling me,” you say. “That’s really good to know.”

She smiles and nods and leaves the room, and it only takes a few moments for your anxiety to return. Your trainer will be coming in here any minute. He’ll probably make you strip! He’ll make you touch him! He’ll touch you! Even if he’s gorgeous, you can’t handle that! 

You hurry over to the lone window in his room. It overlooks the back parking lot. You push the window up, opening it, and lean out to look down. The Doll House’s structure is elevated a several feet off the ground, but it’s still only one story. The drop doesn’t look too bad. You sling one leg out over the ledge, leaving you straddling the window. Just then, the door opens, and your trainer walks in. 

It only takes him a moment to assess the situation and realize what you’re doing. He rushes toward you, and in a panic you try to jump out, but your other foot catches on the window sill. You fall at a strange angle, reflexively reaching out with one hand to grab the ledge, screaming as you do. Your trainer is quick to action, lunging forward and grabbing your arm. 

Nanami pulls you back in through the window, and the two of you fall to the carpeted floor, you on top of him. Did he purposely turn so that his body would shield you from the fall? His strong arms are wrapped around you, holding you firmly but gently. You look up at him, and he seems upset. You let out a squeak of terror and scurry away from him, backing into the wall, still sitting on the floor. 

He stands up and dusts himself off. Oh no! Did his fancy clothes get dirty? Is he mad now? He looks at you with a strange expression. Something between exasperation and concern. “Before you hurt yourself trying to escape,” he begins, walking over to a polished shelf and pouring what looks like water into a glass, “why don’t we talk?” He steps over and hands you the glass. You take it, then sip the water. 

“Okay,” you say, feeling stupid now as you tuck your knees under yourself. 

“Let’s go over a few things,” he says. “First of all, I’m not going to hurt you. If there’s any pain involved in what we do, it will be thoroughly discussed and agreed upon beforehand. I’ll respect your boundaries. I won’t do anything that you don’t consent to.”

That doesn’t sound so bad. You start to relax just a little. 

“That being said, the more training you receive while you’re here, the easier things will be for you when you’re purchased,” he says. “I’m not here to make you miserable. I’m here to prepare you for the next ten years. It would be to your benefit to experience as many things as possible here, with me, in an environment where your wishes are respected, before you end up with an owner who might not be so patient.”

You know what he’s saying. “You mean, I should have s-sex with you.”

He nods. “That would be my recommendation, yes. But I won’t force you to do anything. It has to be your decision, and you don’t have to decide right away. For now, why don’t we start with something simple, like letting me help you up?”

He extends his hand to you, for the second time today. Earlier, you were so stunned by his resemblance to Prince Sebastian that you took his hand easily. Now, you hesitate, staring at him for a moment before reaching up and letting his large, warm hand envelope yours. He pulls you to your feet, and you end up standing so close you can see his face more clearly than ever. Ahhh, he really is incredibly handsome! 

“Now, is there anything else you’d like to try?”

You blink. “Right now?”

“If you want. Or we can wait until you’ve had more time to adjust.”

You think for a while. His muscular frame looks so inviting. You’re not sure how much you can handle, but you want to try. 

“Would a hug be okay?” 

He seems a little surprised, but he smiles softly at you. “Sure,” he says, before slowly putting his arms around you and pulling you into his embrace. It actually feels really nice! And he smells so good! For a brief time, you almost want him to make love to you right then and there. Your brain is filled with thoughts of him picking you up and carrying you to his bed, of him taking charge, pulling off your clothes, having his way with you. The thoughts leave you blushing, and you pull away. 

“That wasn’t so bad,” you tell him as he gestures for you to sit in a plush chair beside a table. 

“When the training begins, there will be some rules,” he says, sitting down in a matching chair on the other side of the table. “You are to refer to me as ‘Daddy’ at all times. If you misbehave, I’ll punish you. But, as I said, that’s something we can discuss and ease you into.”

You feel your heart pounding rapidly. Calling him Daddy? Punishment? It sounds terrifying, but also strangely hot. You’ve watched porn before, so you know a little about daddy kinks. You’ve always been kinda turned on when the man calls the woman “good girl”. You just never imagined, in your wildest dreams or nightmares, that you would end up in a situation like that. When you watched porn, it always felt distant, like something happening in another world. You’ve even masturbated to it, still never once imagining yourself in those positions. Men in “real life” were far too scary. 

“I’m going to leave the ball in your court,” he says. “You can tell me when you’re ready to officially start the training. Until then, I’ll keep a respectable distance and let you get accustomed to being here.”

His words are very reassuring. You can feel your anxiety beginning to melt away. Maybe, just maybe, you can get over your fear with a gentleman like him. 

That night, Nanami sleeps on a borrowed futon on the floor, giving you the bed. You feel terrible about that, but also relieved. While a small part of you was excited by the prospect of sharing a bed with him, a much bigger part was scared out of your mind to be in such close proximity to a man all night long. 

For three days, nothing really happens between you and your trainer. You do feel slightly more comfortable with him, sharing a room and a bathroom will do that, but aside from a couple more hugs and some accidental brushing of elbows, he hasn’t touched you. Deep down, you’re a little disappointed by that. 

You accompany him to the dining hall for meals, and you’ve met the other trainers. Most of them stay away from you, even as Nanami introduces them. You figure he’s informed them of your phobia. Just one of them occasionally comes a little closer than you’re comfortable with: the one named Gojo. He’s friendly and not at all threatening, but he’s still a man. So when he stops by the table you’re sitting at with Nanami, you can’t help sliding away from him a little, which results in you sliding closer to your trainer. 

On your fourth day at the Doll House, you come to a decision. It’s time to face your fears and begin the training! 

You wait until after dinner to tell Nanami. He’s standing at his dresser, loosening his tie in a way that makes you extremely weak. He occasionally makes polite conversation with you, but oftentimes he simply reads for a while before showering and going to sleep on the futon. Tonight, you approach him at the dresser. 

“Um, I think I’m ready to start now,” you say, your voice a bit shaky despite your best efforts to stay calm. 

He turns and looks at you. “Are you certain?”

You nod. “As certain as I’ll ever be.”

“Alright, then we need to discuss a few things.”

You feel yourself droop. You’ve hyped yourself up for some wild sexy times, but now you have to talk first? You really hope this conversation doesn’t get too awkward. 

“First of all, you should choose a safe word. Are you familiar with that term?” he asks. 

You are, or rather you’ve heard it used in porn or the smutty stories you read online, but you’re too embarrassed to admit that. “Not really,” you say. 

“You choose a word or short phrase that wouldn’t normally be used in the bedroom, and whenever you say it, I’ll stop whatever I’m doing. If you’re genuinely afraid or something hurts or just makes you uncomfortable, say the safe word. We’ll stop immediately and only resume once you’re comfortable again.”

“Okay. How about… snowcone?” you ask. 

“Snowcone? That’s fine. Don’t forget it,” he says. 

“I won’t.”

“Now, part of my training involves light punishment for bad behavior. Mostly spankings, hair pulling, and things of that nature. Nothing that’s going to seriously hurt. Is that something you can handle?”

You suspected as much, but hearing him say it out loud, in that smooth voice of his, makes you feel dizzy. The thought of being spanked by this man as he calls you a bad girl turns you on way more than you expected. It also scares you. A man! Touching you! But you beat back down the panic that’s threatening to undermine your decision and nod. “I think so. I want to try at least.”

He walks over to his bed and sits down. His legs are spread apart as he undoes the first few buttons of his shirt and then runs a hand through his perfectly styled hair, leaving it a little bit messy with a few strands hanging over one eye. He gives you a look that nearly makes you buckle, and says, “Come over here and show daddy what a good girl you can be.”

Your jaw nearly drops, your breath gets caught in your throat, and your only response is to say, “I’ll be right back!” and flee to the bathroom. 

Slamming the door shut behind you, you grab a fluffy towel from a shelf and press it to your face, using it to muffle a scream. Is it a scream of terror? Of excitement? Even you don’t know. You pant for a few moments, trying to pull yourself together. 

He’s hot! He’s soooo hot! 

But he’s a man! 

He looks just like Prince Sebastian! 

But he’s a man! 

After several more deep breaths, you feel the panic subsiding. You can do this! You step out of the bathroom as if you’d simply powdered your nose and walk back over to Nanami. “Sorry, I just needed a moment,” you say, hoping he didn’t hear your garbled scream. 

He gives you a small, amused smile. He definitely heard it! But he only says, “That’s fine. Take your time.”

Ahhh! He’s such a gentleman! You want him to do unspeakable things to you! 

“C-can we start over?” 

“Of course. I believe I told you to show me what a good girl you can be,” he said. 

“Okay,” you say, feeling even more awkward than usual standing there in front of him. “How should I do that?”

He gives you another one of those sultry looks. “You can start by coming closer and getting on your knees.”

Oh shit. He wants you to suck him off! Can you do it? You’ve seen it done in porn countless times. Yes, you can do it! And after you’re done, maybe he’ll pat your head and call you a good girl! Ahhh! Just imagining it has your heart pounding! 

You take the few steps needed to be directly in front of him, so close he could hug you if he wanted to. Then you get on your knees, right between his thighs. You glance up at him, unsure of what you should do next. Do you open his pants? Wait for him to do it? This is a daddy kink scenario, so maybe you can just mimic what you’ve seen and read online. You look up at him with wide eyes. “What do you want me to do, Daddy?”

There’s a flicker of surprise on his face, but then he leans back slightly on his hands and says, “I’ll let you decide. What do you think would make Daddy happiest right now?”

You hesitate for just a moment more, then reach up and unbuckle his belt. Your hands are trembling as you unbutton and unzip his pants. This is it! You’re going to see and touch a real man’s cock! You see his boxers when you open his pants, black and classy. With your heart hammering wildly in your chest, you grip the waistband and pull it down, under a dick that seems way bigger than it should be. But what would you know? 

With one hand, you lightly wrap your fingers around the hard, hot organ. Feeling unsure, you gently move your hand up and down the length. It’s too dry! Isn’t it supposed to be slippery? Wait… maybe that’s why women in porn often lick or drool on it. You glance up at his face, and there’s no change in his expression. Should you just spit on it? But that doesn’t seem like a very “good girl” thing to do. 

“Can I lick it, Daddy?”

“If you want to,” he answers. 

Slowly, you lean forward and touch your tongue to the tip. You thought it would taste bad, but really there’s no taste at all. The only thing you detect is the pleasant scent of bodywash. Of course someone like him would keep himself immaculately clean. You move your tongue all around the tip, licking it the way you would a popsicle, then you move your tongue down the shaft, toward the base, trying to get it as wet as possible. You hear him exhale a breath, and your eyes dart up to his face. He looks like he’s enjoying this! 

You feel his hand in your hair, and then all at once he’s got most of it gathered in his grip, holding it firmly. It doesn’t hurt, but it does make you feel like he’s completely in control of this situation, and that in itself makes you wet. 

“Take it in your mouth,” he says, his grip on your hair getting just a little tighter. 

Eager to please him, you do as you’re told, letting him fill your mouth with his cock. It’s a scary feeling at first, as you adjust to breathing only through your nose and occasionally gagging around him when he slips a little too far down your throat. But somehow his hand pulling your hair is comforting. You realize you like being led. 

He pushes your head up and down his length, slowly at first, gently. It’s more like he’s guiding you than forcing you. Gradually he ups the pace, going a bit deeper into your throat, which automatically constricts around him. By now your lips are covered in drool and the sticky fluid leaking from his tip, making them glide along the shaft easily. 

After several minutes, you hear his voice again. “I’m going to cum,” he says, a very slight strain to his tone. “Don’t spill a drop.”

Before you can do anything to react to his words, his grip on your hair tightens as he pushes your head down, his cock going halfway down your throat. You feel the warm cum shooting out, sliding directly down to your stomach. You swallowed it all without even getting the chance to taste it.  

After he pulls out of your mouth, he gives you a few moments to catch your breath, then his hand releases your hair and rubs your head. “Good girl,” he says, and you think you might just faint. 

The hand rubbing your head slides down your neck, your shoulder, and then grips your wrist. He pulls you to your feet, and then into his lap. You’re sitting on one of his muscular thighs as he deftly tucks his dick back into his pants with one hand. His other hand is holding you in place, the arm wrapped around you from behind. 

“Are you alright?” he asks, a kind look in his eyes. 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you say, surprised by how true that is. 

“Then, since you’re being so good for Daddy, why don’t I reward you?” he says, his free hand slipping under your skirt, between your legs. 

Your body jerks in surprise, and if he wasn’t holding you firmly in place, you probably would have tumbled out of his lap. His eyes are on your face, watching carefully, as his hand slowly slides down, inside the front of your panties. He’s taking his time, giving you ample opportunity to use the safe word. But you don’t, because despite the fear you’re currently feeling, you don’t want him to stop. 

His fingers softly rub your most private place, gently parting the slick flesh, one finger quickly finding your clit. You gasp and clutch his arm, the sensations nearly overwhelming you. 

“Does that feel good?” he asks, his voice close to your ear. 

You nod your head, murmuring, “Mmhm.”

His fingers traces circles around your sensitive nub, then strokes it, making you release little mewling cries. 

“Tell me how it feels,” he says, almost in a whisper. “Use your words.”

“It feels… so good, Daddy! S-so so good! Nothing has ever felt so good!”

You suddenly wrap both arms around his neck and bury your face in his shoulder. The pleasure is too intense! He’s way too good at this! His fingers never stop, even as you quiver in his grip, even when you cry out “Daddy!” as you cum, your whole body shaking. 

While you’re still trembling through your orgasm, with his hand still in your panties, he says, “There’s another rule you need to be aware of. In my training, you have to earn pleasure by being a good girl. You’re not allowed to pleasure yourself. Do you understand?”

You nod against his shoulder, feeling too dazed to speak. 

The hand that was holding you in place moves up to grip your hair and pull your head back so he can see your face. It’s not a harsh action, but a firm one. “Do you understand?”

“Y-yes, Daddy,” you say, and he releases your hair, then smoothes it down gently.

“That’s my good girl.”

**********************

Nanami sits in a chair in his room, thumbing through a book he bought recently and sipping wine. His doll is fast asleep in his bed, exhausted from the intense training session. 

He had made sure she was okay, physically and emotionally, before drawing a hot bath for her in his private bathroom and then later helping her into bed. They will be sharing the bed now that the training has begun, and she seemed okay with that before she fell asleep. 

Nanami is actually quite surprised by her. He had guessed it would be at least a week before she would be willing to try any sort of training, but here she is on the fourth day, practically swallowing his cock. She’s facing her fears, and that’s admirable. 

Though her escape attempts and nervous, terrified energy are exasperating, he also has to admit that he finds her amusing. Earlier, when she ran to the bathroom to scream, it was all he could do to hold back his laughter when she returned and acted as if nothing happened. She was definitely a strange one. 

He closes the book and stands up to stretch. His mind is already full of plans for tomorrow, for the various training exercises he can try with her. He doesn’t want to push her too far and make her fear of men worse, but he also wants to make sure she’s fully prepared for her life as a doll. He’ll do all he can to help her, that much is certain. 

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Beomgyu Vers. | Yeonjun Vers.

Summary: You find Soobin alone at a cafe after he's been stood up. You can't help but comfort him, leaving you both crushing on each other after. Days later you ask him to study with you, but how much studying did you two actually end up doing?

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Tags: friends? to lovers, blond!soobin, nonidol!soobin, university au, soobin is a very smart man, kinda more like aquaintances, the reader is kinda obsessed w soobin, soobin is also kinda obssesed with the reader, a little fluffy? yeonjun cameo (hint hint)

Warning: smut mdni! soft dom/dom!soobin, sub!reader, afab!reader, cum eating, mutual masterbastion (?), dacryphilia, public sex, bigdick!soobin, they have sex in the library..., pet names, cream pie, unprotected piv sex, they also have sex on top of a desk lmao, multiple positons, oral (m. receiving), throat fucking, breast play (lmk if i missed any!)

Wordcount: 4215

Note: you all voted for Soobin so i'm here to deliver! I hope you all like this one as much as the Beomgyu one! comment or send me an ask if you want to be apart of the taglist!! Yeonjun will be next if this one does well :)

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Soobin sits at a table with two cups of coffee, except there is no one there but him, and the worker behind the counter. Unfortunately, his date had stood him up for Choi Beomgyu. He feels a little embarrassed and sad, he thought this date was going to go well. This was when you walked in, the bell on the door signalling your arrival. You look around and see that no one else is in here, it was too late to have a cup of coffee but you didn’t care. You’ve been craving that iced matcha latte all day. 

After grabbing what you needed, you’re about to leave until you see Soobin sitting alone. You recognized him from your biology class and you two had mutual friends but didn’t talk much. The window he was leaning against was fogging up from his breath, he looked upset and deep in thought. Your eyes immediately turned to the two cups left on the table, but there was no one else there. Putting two and two together you can’t help but feel guilt stir at the bottom of your stomach. He looks like he needs a bit of cheering up, you thought. 

“Hey, Soobin!” You call out, waving your hand. Walking towards him with a joyful bounce, you reach his table and take a seat across from him. Soobin moves so that his head isn’t leaning across the window anymore. He gives you a half-hearted smile looking down into his lap. 

“Hey y/n, what are you doing here?” He asks you, but he doesn’t sound so interested. Understandably, his mind is wandering to his date who went home with another man. The music of the cafe is gleefully ringing through the speakers, a stark comparison to Soobin’s gloomy attitude. 

“Oh you know, just wanted to get in my daily matcha fix,” you answer with a bright smile, trying to help offset his negative mood. Giving you that same sad smile, your heart aches. Soobin looks like a kicked bunny and you just want to see his cute smile again. His blond hair reflects the fluorescent light and it mimics a halo over the top of his head. You find him so endearing that you want to curse out whoever decided to stand him up like this. There was only one way to go about it, you’ll just have to tell him you know why he's so upset.

“I know you got stood up, it’s a little obvious Soob, but whoever they are, they’re stupid. I would kill to go on a date with a guy as kind as you,” you reassure him. 

Looking up at you, his eyebrows are raised, he looks like you just told him he won a million dollars. He was so handsome, especially with the way his heart-shaped lips curled into the most adorable smile.  

“Really?” he asks, sounding hopeful.

“Of course Soobin, you’re a great guy and not to mention tall and attractive. Don’t let this one date let you get down,” giving him another soft smile, you stand up from your seat and leave the cafe. 

Walking back to your place your mind can’t help but drift back to Soobin. This was probably the first time the two of you spent a good chunk of time alone. You’ve never taken an honest good look at him until now, but you found him to be so attractive. The way his dimples would appear when he would smile, and oh god, his lips. His lips looked so soft and they were the perfect shade of pink too. You’re smiling like a madman walking back to your apartment but you can’t help it. Soobin seemed like such a nice guy, and from what you’ve heard around campus he wasn’t terrible in bed either.

*·῾ ᵎ⌇So kiss me, kiss me, kiss me and tell me that I'll see you again 

It’s been a few days since you last saw Soobin, but he still plagues your mind. A once acquaintance has become a stupid little school girl crush.

 Currently you’re studying in the library for another biology test. With that you suddenly remember who is also in your biology class. A small smirk dances along your lips as you pull out your phone. 

me: hey what's soobin’s number again? 

yj <3: y? dont tell me you’re tryna fuck him too y/n.. 

You scoff at Yeonjun’s comment. Yeonjun being the one to say it is even more offensive, especially knowing his history. Being comfortable with having an active sex life did not mean you wanted to fuck everyone you found attractive. You’re a hot and young university student, sleeping around was not a bad thing. Even though you can’t seem to stop thinking about Soobin in that way, that doesn’t mean you’re lying about needing help with biology. Rolling your eyes, you answer Yeonjun’s question. 

me: no.. just need help studying lol 

yj <3: fine. here. 

*yj <3 shared a contact with you*

Once you had Soobins number you couldn’t help but smile in triumph. Having an excuse to spend time with him seemed to be the best way to get to know him. And maybe lead to something more…

me: hey soobin it’s y/n! i was wondering if u wanted to study in the library with me for the bio test this fri? 

soob: hi! sure i’d love to actually, see u in ten. 

Looking down at your screen; your smile reached your eyes. You turn off your phone and place it screen side down, anticipating his arrival.  After all those days of thinking about Soobin, you’re finally able to spend some alone time with him. 

*·῾ ᵎ⌇so sweet when your lips touch mine

Students have left for their next class and it seems to only be you in your secluded section right now, maybe you’ll even be able to have a conversation in between studying. This would be the perfect time to get to know him better. While anxiously waiting for him you start to organize all your things mindlessly. Your highlighters all in a straight line and your laptop in front of you already on the first page of the lecture slide. This is probably the first time you catch yourself getting nervous about a man’s presence. You weren’t sure what type of student Soobin was but you knew he was smarter than average, so you wanted to look equally as studious.

From the corner of your eye, you see a fluffy blond head of hair heading your way. He was dressed exactly like you, a hoodie and baggy jeans complimenting his frame, making him look so good despite the casual attire. Sitting up straighter you pretend to write down notes. While doing so you hear the chair beside you scrape its legs along the floor. You turn your head beaming up at the blond boy beside you. He gives you that same dimpled smile that you’ve come to love, and your legs can’t help but feel like jelly. 

“Hey Soobin, it's been awhile,” your body is now turning to face him, a shy smile finds its way across your lips. He’s already looking at you and you feel your knees weaken even more. Taking out his own laptop and notebook, he responds. 

“Yeah it has, I'm sorry I never reached out to you after the cafe. I’ve been wanting to say thank you for that day though. You really helped me lift my spirits after a shitty situation.” 

Soobin places a hand on your shoulder, and you can’t help but notice how large his hands are. Your mind starts to drift; now you can’t help but think about what they would look like on your body. The way they could easily wrap around your neck, or how big of a handprint it would leave on your ass. Mentally you’re shaking yourself trying not to let your thoughts get ahead of you. A part of you would be lying if you said you weren’t secretly turned on by him right now. He’s just larger than you in so many ways, feeding into your size kink even more. 

“Anytime Soob, I have a feeling you would have done the same thing for me anyways,” shrugging it off like it's no big deal.

 It was hard to focus on the conversation without wanting to glance at his hands every other second. As he turns back to his work, he lets you know that if you have a hard time with the material you could just ask him about it. Reciprocating his smile you turn back to your work as well. 

After an hour or two of studying you end up getting stuck on a practice question. You peer over to Soobin who’s scribbling down some notes from the lecture recording diligently. If you knew this is what he looked like while studying you wouldn’t have told Yeonjun that you’re not trying to sleep with him. The way he scrunches his eyebrows in concentration while biting his bottom lip was driving you insane. Subconsciously you’re rubbing your legs together, you just couldn’t help but think about what his lips feel like on yours. 

“Do you think you could help me with this question? I’ve been trying to do it for the past thirty minutes now,” you ask him and his eyes leave his notes. 

“Yeah of course I can,” Soobin leans closer to you to take a look at your paper. He's so close you can feel his breath on your cheek. Trying to inhale steadily you end up getting a whiff of his cologne. If you weren’t wet already, you’re basically a river down there now. The smell of his cologne was like soft laundry and a hint of musk and vanilla, it was so refreshing. If you could, you would want to spend the whole day just breathing in his scent. 

Soobin leans even more closer, dirty thoughts are still running rampant in your mind. The unsure feeling of if he reciprocated your feelings was gnawing your insides, so you haven’t made your move. 

Your faces are practically touching at this point, you can feel the vibration of his voice as he tries to explain the question. If you turned your head the two of you would be kissing, so cautiously you keep your eyes on your paper. His large hands pointing to the words you’ve written down, but you can’t hear a thing. The way his hands are moving and how it’s practically as big as your page is making your heart palpitate.  

A pair of eyes now on you, Soobin awaiting your reply to his little explanation. Craning your neck to look back at him you can’t help but look at his lips. Realzing what you had just done, you look back up at his eyes. To your surprise he’s looking at your lips too. The feeling in your stomach tightens and you know this is your chance. 

“Fuck studying for biology,” Soobin beats you to it, he takes your head in his large hands and pulls you in for a kiss. It's a heated, passionate kiss and you moan at the feeling of how good he feels against you. Especially with the way his large hand is holding onto your face. You feel dizzy, everything happening so fast, and this doesn’t feel the same way it usually does. Soobin kisses you so delicately, making you feel like you’re on cloud nine. But at the same time, there's so much passion in his actions and you can tell he’s kissing you with so much emotion. 

Gripping your waist now he stands up, lifting you and placing you on the edge of the empty part of the desk. Immediately your legs open to let him stand between them, you gasp into the kiss as you feel his bulge brush against your clothed core. Soobin takes this opportunity to deepen the kiss; while he works his tongue into your mouth you let your hands wander into his hair, tugging and grabbing it, causing him to groan. 

“You don’t know how much I’ve been thinking about this,” pulling away, a shocked expression washes over your face. You weren’t expecting him to feel the same way you did, and it makes you feel even more turned on. 

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you since that day in the cafe,” you respond as Soobin takes his time planting kisses against your jaw then your neck. Letting out soft sighs of pleasure, Soobin slowly moves back up to your face, smiling into the kiss. His hands find their way to the hem of your hoodie, going under to feel your every curve of bare skin. High on Soobins scent and his touch, you move away from the kiss to pull the hoodie off your body. 

“Please touch me Soob, I want you so bad.” you beg him, giving him an innocent look despite the filth that’s spewing from your mouth. He looks at you with so much lust that you can feel your heat dampen even more. There's a giddy feeling fluttering in your stomach, you were not expecting your study session with him to take such a turn but you’re not complaining. Soobin doesn’t need you to repeat yourself, he’s now back to kissing you with more energy than before. While he’s kissing you he places his hands over your bra cladded chest, feeling you up as much as he can. You’re moaning into his mouth again, not caring about who can hear. 

Moving his hands to your back, he unclasps your bra, swifty removing the material from your body. He takes one of your nipples into your mouth, swirling his tongue and using his teeth to lightly nip at your hardened bud. He doesn’t leave your other breast unattended, giving it the same amount of attention as the other. Hands in his hair again, gripping onto him for stability and out of pleasure. Reluctantly pulling away, he can't help but admire the sight before him. You look so good, your eyes lidded with lust and your lips are swollen from kissing him. He's so hard he could cum just looking at you, then you say something that almost actually made him cum in his pants. 

“Can I suck your dick?” you ask so politely, how could he refuse? Nodding his head his mouth dry with anticipation; while you’re already hopping off the desk and lowering yourself on your knees. Soobin convinced he really could cum untouched, especially with the way you’re looking up at him. This angle of you is just simply so addicting. He’s thinking about whether or not he’ll get to look at you from this angle again. The thought of it making his stomach tighten with excitement.

Cautious with your movements you slowly removed Soobin’s pants. His boxers followed and they pooled to his ankles. When you say he’s big it's almost an understatement, his dick slapping against his stomach as you set it free. The gasp you let out doesn’t go unnoticed and Soobin smiles down at you while gathering your hair into a makeshift ponytail. You take his length into your hands and rub the precum over his tip. A groan comes out of Soobin’s mouth, his head falling back, gripping your hair tighter. You’re smiling to yourself, enjoying the way he looks as you pleasure him. 

“Fuck you’ve barely touched me and I already feel like I’m gonna cum,” his voice straining, another groan leaves his lips as you gather spit to lubricate his cock. Teasingly you pepper kisses onto his tip, his hands raking through your hair, holding onto you tighter. You decide to take your time, relishing in the way his eyes scrunch closed as you give his cock kitten licks. 

“Baby I can’t take this anymore, gonna fuck your mouth okay?” before you could say anything your mouth is filled with his dick. A muffled moan comes out of you, his hold on you like a vice. Soobin moves his hips back and forth, your throat trying to take all of him. The tip of his member is hitting the back of your throat, and his eyes are rolling to the back of his head as he feels you gag on him with each thrust. You could feel every vain on your tongue and the way his length is twitching in your mouth, seconds away from release. 

“I really don’t wanna cum like this,” Soobin says as he removes his still hard cock from your mouth. You get up from your knees, giving him a kiss on the lips before stepping back to take off your jeans. He’s watching you while stroking himself, and you feel your core dripping wetness down your inner thigh. Sitting back on the table, you lock your eyes with his. The look hes giving you makes you want to let him fuck you for everyone to hear. It was a miracle you two didn’t get walked in on yet. You open your legs, your hand travelling to play with your clit. Then you insert two fingers inside your wet cunt, pumping in and out. The sound of your sopping heat is making Soobin go feral, especially with the gaze you’ve set on him while you finger yourself.

“Fuck me Soob, please?” you ask so sweetly almost as if you’re asking for the most mundane request. As if you’re asking for anything but to get fucked by him right now. He groans as he watches you take your fingers out of yourself; you then bring your fingers up to your mouth, sucking on them with your eyes still trained on Soobin’s cute face. Still stroking himself, while making his way to you; he looks at you so mesmerized by how dirty you are, and fuck it’s such a turn on. He never imagined you in this way until the night of the cafe. His seemingly innocent crush turned into something more. 

“Be carful what you ask for love, because I’m gonna fuck you till you’re crying for me to stop.” he says at a volume barely above a whisper, his breath fanning your ear. You can’t help but whisper an equally filthy response, your arms now around his neck. 

“I want your cock inside me, want you to see your cum dripping out of me after,” you moan into his ear and he strokes himself up and down your drenched slit, your legs wrapped around his hips tightly.  Without a second to spare he pushes himself inside, a moan leaving his lips as he slides in inch by inch. The breath is knocked out of your lungs, you feel all of him fill you up, and he's not even in all the way yet. 

“Feels so good Soob,” the words are falling out of your mouth in moans, the feeling of him inside you overwhelming your senses. He starts to thrust into you with merciless speed, the sound of skin slapping echoing within the empty library. At this moment you don’t care about who can hear you, all you can think about is how good Soobin’s cock feels inside you. 

“Y-you’re so tight sweetheart, gripping me so fucking tight,” hes groaning into the dip of your shoulder and your neck, leaving love bites as he continues pumping himself in and out of you. 

The only thing you can do is keep on moaning while you hold onto his shoulders for dear life. You look down to see his cock slide in and out, a creamy white ring covering the base of his cock. It turns you on even more, your cheeks blushing at the sight. Suddenly you feel a loss of contact, Soobin has taken himself out of you, he’s breathing heavily while sweat starts to form on his forehead. Before you could whine about it, he takes you off the desk flipping you over. He forces you to spread your legs before shoving his cock back inside you. 

Even though you yelp at the sudden push into your wet pussy, you relax as the pleasure starts to come over you once again. Soobin loves the sound of your insides squelching from the way his dick is fucking you. Especially loving the feeling of his tip kissing your cervix with each thrust. He doesn’t know how much more he can take but he's on a mission to make you cum before he does. 

Lifting you off the desk again he wraps one hand around your waist, the other one snaking its way down to your clit. The feeling of his fingers rubbing circles into your sensitive bud has you seeing stars. Your bent over slightly still, Soobin able to continue fucking you while he gets you closer to the edge. 

“‘M gonna cum soon, don’t stop Soobin please.” you’re crying now, tears of pleasure running down your cheeks. He really wasn’t lying when he said he was going to fuck you till you were crying. 

“Cum for me baby,” is all he says. 

You’re saying his name over and over again, your moans now muffled by his hand. His hand is so large it covers almost all of the bottom half of your face. He’s towering over you making you feel so small. Your eyebrows strewn together tightly and your high is taking over you. Soobin is still fucking you from behind, his own orgasm slowly reaching the horizon. The muffling of your moans and the sound of your wet cunt getting fucked is still bouncing off the library’s bookshelves. 

“Please cum inside me, fill me up please please please.” you beg him, tears still running down your checks. Soobins moves you so you’re bent over the desk, his cock twitching in you. His thrusts begin to get sloppy but his pace is still at an unrelenting speed. Then you finally feel his hot cum spurt inside you, not planning to stop fucking you any time soon. Soobin’s groaning above you, his eyes glued to the sight of him fucking his cum back up into you. Although you're still recovering from your orgasm you can help but meet his hips as he keeps going. 

You’re whining as his balls slap against your clit, it was too much pleasure but it feels so good that you don't want to stop. Soobin is still hard inside you, coaxing another orgasm out of the both of you. 

“You got me so hard baby, gonna have to fuck you again okay?” Soobin’s grip on your hips is even tighter than before. You just keep meeting his hips over and over again, wanting to feel the rush of cumming again. Behind you, Soobin is moaning shamelessly as he continues on fucking you, his thrusts slower and lazier than before. 

You’re a lot more sensitive than now, the feeling of your second orgasm reaching you quickly. Soobin can tell you’re about to cum again because of how tightly you’re gripping his cock. He speeds up slightly wanting to reach his high with you. 

“Mmfph f-fuck,” you whimper as you feel the band in your stomach snapping once again. 

Soobin’s cum is filling you up again, some of it starting to run down your inner thighs. He looks down at your hole once more, your pussy spent and swollen from his large cock. Smiling to himself, satisfied, he finally releases his dick from your cunt. 

“That was so good,” you say as you turn around, taking some of the cum running down your legs and putting it in your mouth. Soobin looks at you with shock, his tired dick twitching even after all that had happened. 

“I would definitely go for one more round but I feel like we’re about to get kicked out soon.” He breathes, a hand running through his hair. You laugh and pull him in for another kiss. He immediately reciprocates even though he’s exhausted. 

“We can always continue this another day, maybe somewhere more private,” you suggest as you pull away from the kiss. He smiles at you with those adorable dimples once again, looking down at you he can’t help but feel warmth fill up his chest. You just looked so good,  hair all dishevelled, pink cheeks and swollen lips. Thinking to himself, he comes to the conclusion that wants to see it more often, and hopefully you feel the same way. 

“Lets clean you up and get out of here,” he replies, kissing your forehead so lovingly, as if he wasn’t fucking you like a whore a few moments ago. 

You both clean up, put on your clothes and pack your things away. Bidding each other good bye with a sweet kiss and a promise to text each other when you both reach home. 

As you watch him walk away you pull out your phone, texting Yeonjun while heading out of the library. 

me: ok maybe I did wanna hook up with him :p 

yj <3: i fucking knew it!! facetime me when u get home

me: okay fine! only cuz ure the one who gave me his number

After all the shameless sex you had, you can’t help but smile shyly thinking about the next time you and Soobin will be able to see each other. 

© wonustars

[lucysarah-c]

There seems to be a bit of debate within the fandom about whether Isayama stated that Erwin is handsome while Levi isn't, or if Erwin was based on Captain America, and so on.

What I'll offer you is my personal take on the matter, as someone who not only happens to be a woman but also, sadly, a woman who likes men (lol) but also as someone with plenty of friends who share that preference.

Let me preface this by saying that I don't intend for this post to be seen as definitive proof or canon, derived from specific panels or interviews. No, this is simply my humble opinion, based on one thing: my perspective as a woman.

Now, if Isayama believes that Erwin resembles Captain America due to his care for his appearance, and thus is deemed more conventionally attractive, that's fine. But let's remember, Isayama is a MAN. When has a man ever accurately grasped what women truly find appealing?

Sure, Erwin may be tall, handsome, and blond. I'll admit, I even find Erwin attractive. But do you know any girls who go wild over that? No, girls aren't going to Marvel movies for Thor or Captain America (well, maybe some are). They're there for Loki, the Winter Soldier. Men seem to think girls thrist over Captain America's abs, when in reality, I've witnessed more girls giggling over Bambi's dad and his deep voice. Girls don't fantasize about Captain America; they're watching Peaky Blinders or Pride and Prejudice, yearning for a Tommy Shelby to size them up, cigarette and whiskey in hand, with that Birmingham accent asking, "Are you a whore? If not, you're in the wrong place." We want Daemon Targaryen beheading someone who dared insult us.

In my own fanfic, I don't deny that characters like Mike, Erwin, Reiner, Zeke, and all the "conventionally attractive guys" are attractive. But Levi? He's known as the strongest thug in the underground, yet he's also the man who rescued a young girl lost in the streets. In a den of violence and depravity, Levi was both tough and compassionate. I'd wager Levi had the bitches making lines.

The perfect example of this is Zeke admitting he's "not popular with girls." It's like the guy who posts a frustrated TikTok because his gym crush is dating someone edgy. He's the type who wonders, "Why that twig and not me?" Well, sweetheart, because that "edgy" guy is caring and probably knows how to make a woman come better than you. He's so secure in his masculinity that he doesn't need to prove it.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again: Levi embodies the female gaze because he's what girls want. I'm not claiming this as gospel truth or canon. I'm simply explaining why it seems obvious to me that Levi would still be attractive and desired within the walls—just like how many girls these days prefer Cillian Murphy over Chris Hemsworth.

[weasleykisses]

You’re So Pretty I (Remus Lupin x Reader)

(GIF not mine)

A/N: Remus and you very clearly like each other, however, hes convinced you have a crush on a mutual best friend. Friend-to-lovers, fem!oblivious!reader, jealous!Remus, mutual pining

Loosely influenced by the song “ur so pretty” by Wasia Project.

word count: 3.9k

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“Going on another study date, Y/N?” Marlene asked as she watched her dorm mate gather up her books and a couple scrolls into her bag. Y/N rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Don’t lie to yourself. You aren’t just going to study.”

“As a matter of fact, I am going to just study.”

The blonde haired girl wasn’t the only one that pestered Y/N about her crush. Despite never admitting to it directly, her friends ganged up on her and joked about it fairly often. “You won’t learn anything from drooling over Lupin the whole time,” Marlene laughed.

“I do not drool over Remus. He’s just a good study partner.”

“Whatever you say.”

She finished packing her bag and making sure her uniform was straight. Her hands slid down her skirt to smooth it out and through her hair as she looked into the standing mirror. Wanting to look presentable did not mean she was trying to impress him. Definitely not. She just didn’t want to look unkempt, is all.

When she was confident she didn’t look like she just rolled out of bed, she turned to leave her dorm and head to the library. She waved to Marlene who made a heart shape with her hands jokingly. After so long, she’d gotten used to the teasing though, just dismissing her with a ‘tsk’.

She left the common room without another confrontation by one of her friends, walking leisurely to the library where her transfiguration textbook waited. She was never the best in transfiguration, or charms, or defense against the dark arts; truthfully she wasn’t very good at anything most people would would consider important. Her saving grace was care for magical creatures.

Sometimes she felt herself grow so embarrassed by her lack of skill, but Remus never made fun of her for it. He helped her fix the issue, and she was grateful to him for that. He was probably the only reason she passed her classes the past few years.

Kids bustled around the halls and the stairways as she walked through the castle. The sound of her feet clicking on the marble floors kept her occupied as she walked through the familiar walkways. She listened in on some conversations as she passed by, eavesdropping when she shouldn’t.

The only other thing on her mind was her study partner, who she found herself growing awfully attached to over their years at Hogwarts. Now that they were in their seventh year, she occasionally felt herself completely consumed by her crush on him, which she quickly tried to correct by thinking of something else.

It wasn’t that she wanted to smother down her crush on the boy, she just didn’t want it to take over her life. It would never happen, and the inevitable rejection would destroy her. It was normal for her to not get her hopes up, terrified of being disappointed in the end.

Sometimes, she just wanted to forget about him and fancy someone actually obtainable. Someone like the hoard of boys that confessed to her over the years, bringing her flowers and candy and sweet love notes. Only she didn’t like them and couldn’t bring herself to pretend. Her friends asked why she never accepted any of the propositions, to which she would just say she was waiting for someone specific.

Eventually some of her friends figured out who she liked. At first it was Lily, and then the rest of the girls followed suit after seeing her interact with the tall boy enough times. She suspected that Sirius knew as well, knowing how perceptive he was. He would send her some suggestive looks now and again when Remus wasn’t looking, which she just ignored for the most part.

Still, no matter how hard she fought it, she fell deeper and deeper into her infatuation with Remus Lupin. She thought he was the most handsome, smart, kind boy she’d ever met. He was just perfect in her eyes. He could do no wrong.

And so, she found herself drowning in her feelings for the boy. Honestly, it was difficult to keep afloat. To be around him and pretend she just wanted to be a friend. To pretend she didn’t want to cuddle him when they sat on the couch together. To pretend she didn’t want to kiss him every time he smiled her way.

Before entering the library, she took a deep breath and smoothed down her hair once more. Confident in her ability to socialize with him without completely falling apart, she pushed open the heavy wood door and into the large room filled with whispering voices and floating textbooks.

Remus sat in their normal spot towards the corner where not a lot of people crowded around. It was quieter, and he preferred that. For Y/N, she was just happy to get more one on one time with him. The other marauders wouldn’t step foot in the library so she didn’t worry about them. Lily maintained her distance when she was studying. She wanted to give the pair some “private time”, as she had said once when teasing her friend.

“Hey, Rem,” she quietly greeted him, giving him a small wave. He peered up from the novel he was reading, giving her a warm smile back. It was adorable. Everything he did was adorable, really.

She took a seat beside him, setting her bag to the side. She pulled out her transfiguration textbook. He was particularly good in this subject, so this would be easier than something like Charms.

“How are you?” He asked.

“I’m fine. How was your day?”

“It was okay. The guys are planning a new prank for tomorrow so they’ve been pestering me about that,” he told her, and she nodded. He loved their pranks secretly, not wanting to come across as immature. Not to mention, James could be a little overwhelming. Especially when he spent the nights with Sirius planning, keeping the other two boys awake.

She grinned brightly. “Oh really? What are they gonna do?” She loved pranks, as long as they weren’t directed towards her. They were an escape from the strictness of the school, not to mention a relief when certain Slytherin were involved.

“Stink bombs in the Slytherin locker room. Nothing fancy.”

“Sounds exciting.”

“I suppose.”

Her eyes trailed down the book that was sitting in his lap now. To get a better look, she leaned closer to him and tried to read the upside text. “What are you reading today?” It was normal that they exchanged books after reading it, that way they could discuss the novels together once they were both done.

“Shakespeare.”

Her eyes widened and she urged him on, “What play?”

“Midsummer’s Night Dream.”

“That’s my favorite! I'm so glad you’re reading it,” she told him happily, clapping her hands together from excitement. As a muggle born witch, she loved when her friends experienced a bit of her world. Shakespeare was just a taste. He’d read a couple other muggle books before, but mainly it was novels by famous wizards and witches.

He smiled, tucking the book into his own bag. “I know. That’s why I picked it.”

“You remembered! I’m excited to talk to you about it when you’re done.” He had to look away from her face. She was so beautiful when she got excited, it made him want to swoop in and give her a thousand little kisses. Of course, he wasn’t insane, so he wasn’t going to do that. He was always looking at her, catching glimpses of her captivating smile and her sparkling eyes. When she looked away, he peered over at her and just watched, regardless of where they were. In class, while studying, in the common rooms. He couldn’t help but stare.

It wasn’t a coincidence he picked her favorite play. He wanted to see her get all giddy because of their two person book club. Anything to see her happy. It seemed he had successfully achieved that, too.

“So what did you need help with?”

“Well, I’m not quite sure. I’m doing well in all my classes right now. Probably because of you, but still,” she told him. Honestly, she never really wanted to study, it was just her way of hanging out with Remus for a while. “Do you want to do something else other than sit in here?” Y/N asked, a bit nervous he might say no.

He leaned on his elbow, cheek pressed to his palm. “Depends. What do you have in mind?” He asked, even though he knew he’d say yes to basically anything she could ask. She could ask him to join her in the broom closet for a snog and he would agree.

She thought for a moment, tapping a finger on her lips as she pondered what they could do. There wasn’t anything she desperately needed done, and it wasn’t close to dinner yet.

“Do you want to come with me to feed the nifflers and diricawls?” It was the only class she excelled in. Hagrid allowed her to come and visit the animals as often as she wished, knowing her to be quite talented at the subject. It was rare to be so compatible with the beasts, but she’d done it.

He wasn’t the biggest fan of the class, and had not taken it for a couple years. Still, he was willing to do just about anything for her. “Let’s go then.” He nodded, gathering up his belongings and tucking them down into his bag. She did the same with her textbook which she never actually opened anyway.

He took her bag from her without her asking. He always carried her books if they were walking somewhere together. She figured it was just him being polite. James would do the same, bragging about his impressive strength. She was grateful though, and walked beside him with her hands in her cardigan pockets.

As they turned the corner, entering the main corridor, she caught the eye of a familiar face, one that Remus thought was busy with Quidditch practice for the time being. “Sirius!” she called, waving over at him with a newfound grin on her face, teeth showing and eyes bright. He looked up from Mary and Alice, who also waved in the pair’s direction.

“Fancy seeing you here, Angel,” he hummed, but opened his arms as he usually did for a hug. She threw herself into his arms and he squeezed her tight, maybe even too tight in Remus’ opinion. She pulled back, peering up at him before nodding to the other two Gryffindor girls.

“Hi, Mary, Alice,” she hummed sweetly. They happily greeted their friend with warm smiles.

Remus almost felt himself move past his surge of jealousy, if he hadn’t seen Sirius rest the palm of his hand on her lower back when he stepped to the side to face the rest of the group. He never understood why the two of them were so close, and why Sirius practically hung off her shoulder when the two were together. The two were just best friends, from all he could tell, but it sure felt like more. Sirius wasn’t known for settling for one girl, he preferred to leave his options open. Surely, he didn’t have a crush on her.

Remus could only hope.

“Moony, where are you two off to?” Mary asked. While Remus looked at the brunette, answering her question, he missed the look that Alice sent Y/N. She raised her brows, her eyes flicking between the pair. Y/N felt her cheeks heat up at the notion that her and Remus were hanging out as anything other than friends. The girls loved to taunt her, probably because they consistently got a rise out of her.

“The creature pens outside,” he replied, gloomier than he wanted to sound. “I thought you guys had practice today?”

Sirius shrugged, “It was postponed for an hour. Something about the weather. I thought you two normally studied on Thursday afternoons.”

“I’ve been doing well enough in my classes that I figured I deserved a well earned break,” she told the three of her quidditch-playing friends.

“Well, I guess we should leave you to it, right, ladies?” the raven-haired boy asked. Bidding the two study partners a goodbye before trailing off with Alice and Mary in tow. Y/N waved while Remus just watched with a defeated look on his face. He always felt defeated when seeing Sirius and Y/N together.

For the rest of the trek out to the animal pens, they walked beside each other silently, just navigating the halls in thought. She could only think about how close he stood beside her, and how attractive it was that he carried her bag for her. A dazed smile was left on her lips and she stared at her feet to avoid him seeing how happy he made her. She was such a lovestruck fool. It was obvious.

It was cold outside but not quite snowy yet. She cuddled into her thick cardigan, wondering if he was cold in just his sweater and uniform shirt. The leaves had fallen from all the trees, crinkling under their footsteps. The sky was white, indicating a storm was brewing, potentially snow considering it was December. A few other students hung out in the courtyard, playing games with each other or sitting by the gardens talking. Not a single person was hanging around the animal pens.

She stopped when they neared the small building beside the care for magical creatures classroom. The diricawls and nifflers were inside this time of year so she pushed open the door to the shelter. Inside, they were met with a dozen or so diricawls walking around on some freshly laid hay.

She turned to Remus and grinned, pointing to a diricawl with three black spots on its head. “This one is my favorite. His name is Cookie. Isn’t he just the cutest?” She asked.

He shut the door behind them so none of the creatures escaped. “You named him Cookie?”

“Yeah, because he’s so sweet.”

She walked over to the food barrel and scooped out two handfuls of food. She tossed onto the ground beside the animals, but kept a few pieces in her hand. With her free hand she urged Remus to come closer.

He did as she asked. “Here, you can feed Cookie this time,” she told him, handing him the pieces of kibble. It was exciting to share her passions with him. He was happy she just included him in the first place. He wanted her to invite him into all aspects of her life. What classes she liked, her favorite books, favorite songs, her favorite holiday, and favorite food. It was like a collection he wanted so badly to complete. To complete her and all her quirks.

He took the kibble from her hand. “How do I feed him?” He asked.

“Didn’t you pay any attention in class?” She joked, but patted his shoulder nonetheless. “By hand, if you want. He doesn’t bite,” she laughed. He knelt down closer to the creature and extended his hand, looking to her for guidance. She gave him a very enthusiastic thumbs up. Soon enough, the little bird was taking food from his palm and munching on his snack.

When he was finished and stood back up, she couldn’t help herself but hug him from the side, pressing her face to his arm. “Y/N?” His heart was skipping a beat. He patted her on the head gently, feeling a bit too awkward to hug her back. Even if he loved her being pressed so close to him, he couldn’t function when the real thing happened.

She answered with so much glee in her voice, “I’m just so happy you came with me. No one ever comes with me to feed these little guys. Always too busy with quidditch or hanging out in the common rooms.”

“It’s no big deal. If it makes you happy, it makes me happy too.”

Her stomach was doing somersaults and her heart raced at his kind words. She took a step back and straightened herself out again. “Thanks, Rem. You’re such a sweetheart.”

If his face wasn’t red already, it certainly was now. She looked like an angel standing there, the diricawls gathered at her legs like her own little army of birds. He loved the way her Gryffindor cardigan swallowed her up. He loved the way some stray hairs fell into her face as she glanced down at the ground. He thought it was adorable how she fiddled with her fingers when she was nervous.

It was admirable how she treated the animals, the things she loved. Even if she wasn’t the smartest book-wise, she was friendly and kind, to animals and humans alike.

Most importantly, there wasn’t any judgment from her when she found he was a werewolf. She caught the boys carrying him up the common room stairs one day in the early hours of the morning, and from then on she doted on him. She gathered ingredients from her furry or scaly companions, persistent in making healing potions for him, different creams and salves for his wounds. She worked long hours in the Potions room with Slughorn’s permission, desperate to make something that would ease his suffering.

She’d come up to their dorm after the full moon and take care of him each time, cleaning his wounds and doing the best she could with her limited knowledge of healing spells. Over time, she got better, nearly perfecting her spell casting, all for him.

That was when he started to fall for her. No one had ever cared for him like she did. As Sirius liked to call her, Y/N truly was an angel, he was sure of it. Sirius might have meant it as a joke, but Remus came to find the nickname truer than any other. True like he was Moony and their friend was Padfoot.

She pointed over to a few cages to their right, where the nifflers lived. The cage was decorated with shiny things, silver necklaces and some gold coins, probably the result of a thieving niffler.

“Do you want to feed the nifflers now?”

“Anything you want, love.”

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While James was chasing after Lily Evans, and Sirius was busy romancing Marlene McKinnon, Y/N sat back on the couch beside Remus Lupin. Peter sat on the floor by her feet, resting his head against the sofa cushions. She’d grabbed three cups and a pot of hot tea for her and her couple of friends as they watched the flickering of the fire before them.

While the more outgoing of the friend group were always off doing something, this left just the quieter three hanging around amongst themselves. It was peaceful. Remus read his book silently while Y/N and Peter talked about the newest gossip from that day. Peter was great to talk to. He always listened intently, and could discuss basically anything she could think of. She supposed he was just happy that the cooler marauders let him hang around.

She took a sip of her drink and sighed, the warmth of a nice cup of tea soothing her otherwise freezing cold frame. She grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch and wrapped herself up. It was nearing Christmas, which meant many things.

It meant that she would have to sit outside in the freezing cold during every quidditch match. It meant going to Hogsmeade every weekend and filling up on butterbeer and goodies from Honeydukes. It meant spending more time huddled up on the couch with her friends sitting around the fire, laughing all night long.

She drifted off into her own thoughts for a moment, completely missing the question that Peter had just asked. She felt a tap on her knee and blinked away that dazed look in her eye.

“What was that, Peter?”

“I asked, do you have any plans for Hogsmeade this weekend?” he said once again. She tapped the side of her teacup in thought. She originally planned on staying inside over the weekend to finish up some homework due the next week, but she couldn’t resist the urge to go out and visit the little town, get some candy, and drink in the Three Broomsticks. She couldn’t miss out on a fun outing with friends.

Y/N shook her head ‘no’.

“Wanna come with?”

“Of course.”

She stirred her cup of tea, her eyes scanning the room. “Any specific plans you all have this weekend? Zonko’s, Honeydukes, Spintwich’s?” she asked. Usually they followed some sort of routine. Visit the Three Broomsticks for drinks, head to Honeydukes to stock up on sweets for the rest of the week, and either stop at Zonko’s for the newest gadget or Spintwich’s so James could see if there were any upgrades for his broom.

Her personal favorite was Brood and Peck. Sometimes they had special creatures that you could only find in the forbidden forest. She was still waiting for a unicorn, but in the meantime there were always mooncalves, nifflers, and diricawls to play with. She also liked spending her time in the bookstore too.

Not that she wanted books, she just liked going there with Remus so she could watch him out of the corner of her eye. He furrowed his brows as he scanned the books for one that he was interested in. She would pretend to do the same thing, but really she just went for him. To watch him get excited by a new book that was just released, or half priced older novels he’d been meaning to buy, books they would read together. Seeing him happy made her feel soft inside, and that’s all that mattered to her.

“Well, I heard that Lily and the rest of the girls are going to Honeydukes around noon and I plan to be there,” James said confidently. He was obsessed with that girl, but Y/N couldn’t judge. She was just as obsessed with Remus as James was with Lily. She was infatuated, and had been for years.

“Speaking of which, why aren’t you going with the rest of the girls, Y/N?” Peter asked the girl sitting beside him.

Originally, she declined going to Hogsmeade that weekend altogether. She was far too preoccupied with her schoolwork to even think about taking the day off to fool around, but she couldn’t say no to spending the day with Remus. She had to say yes to the boys, on the off chance she might get some quality time with the boy she fancied.

She shrugged, “They offered, but had to say no. I wasn’t sure if I would be able to finish my potions essay in time. Gladly, I got it done this morning, so I should be fine to go with you guys.” She wasn’t exactly lying, but she certainly wasn’t telling the entire truth. She wasn’t doing well in her Herbology class either…

Remus found himself tense up at the mention of Hogsmeade. He always found himself nervous when she was around, and somehow, they always ended up singled out by the group when they went places. It was always Sirius and James goofing off with Peter following closely after, leaving Remus standing in the dust with Y/N at his side. He was never prepared and felt like he made a fool of himself every time just trying to strike up conversation. He could be so terribly awkward.

He just hoped that on the day of the actual visit to Hogsmeade, he would be normal. That all his friends would stick together instead of separating and leaving him to be his embarrassing self in front of the girl he so desperately fancied.

Part Two out.

[jesswritesthat]

Osamu Miya: Numbers

Fandom: Haikyuu!! — [ Masterlist ]

Summary: ~1.5k, fluff, slight angst

• When your work bestie gets a crush on Osamu, you start to realise that it might be too late for you.

Warnings: None

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In honesty setting up a work convention wasn’t where you’d expect to meet a potential partner, but it seemed your favourite confident colleague didn’t share that view.

"Woah..."

"Hm? What are you looking at?" You ceased your distraction task, scanning to match your colleagues’ line of sight.

"Mister tall dark and handsome over there."

"Who? Where?" Admittedly there was a hint of excitement bubbling inside you at the prospect but soon dispersed when Mai pointed him out.

"The guy fixing the stand, god what he could do with those hands. Who is that? He looks strong, I bet he's strong." Ramblings of an instant crush you noted, but since you knew said suspect personally you were obligated to shed some light (since you were also the one who called him here to help out in the first place).

"Oh? That's Miya Osamu, and yeah I guess he's strong. Lifting the bags of rice for his onigiri business helps I suppose."

With that, you went back to what you were doing - at least until Mai had giddily grabbed your arm filled with dire questions.

"Miya Osamu huh, is he single?"

"Um, yeah, he is."

"A business owner and he cooks too. What kind of lover does he like?"

"Ones who eat? I dunno, I'm not sure what Osamus' taste in people is." You were uninterested now, something churning deep within you, but apparently she hadn’t noticed.

"Maybe it'll be me, he's so hot though, I wouldn't know where to start."

"He has a brother!" Why did you say that?! It was the most left field tangent imaginable, a diversion almost.

"What?"

This feeling, a hint of embarrassment and a plummet in your stomach. Too late to stop now.

"Yeah, a twin brother who's more outgoing. He should be around here somewhere for you to meet." Where is Atsumu the one time you freaking need his annoying ass?

"But Osamu is—"

"—is not a famous athlete. No no, Miya Atsumu on the other hand - ooof, gorgeous specimen and... incredibly passionate too." You’d charismatically tried, as if becoming a wingman for him.

"Wow sounds like you've got a thing for him~"

That wasn't your intention, not that you're certain of the direction you were headed in the first place but convincing Mai you fancied Atsumu wasn't it.

"Hey lil' Jackal~ Ya talkin' bout me?" Speak of the devil and he shall appear, an arm slung over your shoulder in usual greeting.

"Sort of - also get off me Atsumu!"

"Ya never normally mind, is it 'cause yer all dressed up and incredibly stunnin'?"

"No I— you what? No—" Flicking between a smirking Mai and complimentary Atsumu you desperately attempted to get them to talk.

"I mean it, yer look really nice. M' sure 'Samu will agree. Have ya seen him yet?”

"Wait I want you to meet—" Too late, she’d began backing toward her desire, waving to you both with a wiggle of her eyebrows.

"I'll leave you two together, I'll catch you in a minute~"

"Mai— dammit."

"Did I miss somethin'? Seems like she's set us up and got an eye on my brother." The blonde overlooked how she’d floated over to Osamu, hand tenderly placed on his bicep to get his attention.

"It's that obvious? Do you think 'Samu will like her too?" You muttered with a hint of discomfort, eyeing the pair alongside the Setter.

"Ah, don't think so. I think his heart lies elsewhere..."

"You're right. Nothing stands in the way of Osamu and food." You confidently affirmed, Atsumu flicking to you baffled.

"Not what I was gettin' at considerin' yer the one he—"

"Especially delicious rice dishes.” You cut the blonde off with your addition, the man boredly rolling his eyes.

“Why do I even bother?”

“Don’t worry, I know your favourite food too Atsumu. It’s fatty tuna.”

“Wanna get some? This is making me sick.” Atsumu jutted his chin toward the scene of Mai flirting with his twin, and you found yourself wanting to rid the image from your mind (and heart) too.

“I second that.”

———

It was the following evening after work that you’d entered Onigiri Miya near closing time, Osamu brightening upon your arrival.

"Your usual?"

"Yeah, to go please."

Osamu paused momentarily due to this unforeseen change in routine, had he missed something? An event you'd mentioned that he'd forgotten about?

"Hey so I feel a little weird talking to you about this, but it's you and—"

"—and you've probably said worse."

"Yeah..." An embarrassed laugh and then you cleared your throat. "Anyway, Mai caught me yesterday, she's one of my colleagues from work."

"I know who she is." Clear and confident, of course he knew and you felt your tone lighten in pitch and speed. Were you nervous?

"Oh good, good. I guess that's because I saw you guys talking alone, and it looked pretty private so you probably found out then."

"Uh huh, where ya goin' with this?" Osamu raised a sceptical brow, slowing on preparing your order.

"She mentioned beforehand that you didn't y'know, make her want to throw up or whatever, so I figured that you two might've made date plans and that just feels kinda weird to me." That was putting it harshly, she’d spoken non-stop about how attractive he was all freaking day.

"Weird how?" Considering he was quite perceptive, you’d hoped he’d get what you were implying without so many questions but knowing him, this was for his own benefit.

"I mean if you did date, since I work with her, I'd hear things - and I don't know... I'd like my personal and work life not to crossover and ruin my perceptions of people."

He stared at you, awaiting whatever request you were trying to ask alongside these awkward descriptions.

"So if there's any way you could not date her, that would be really great."

"Y'got some nerve, 'm a grown man - ya can't tell me who to date."

"I'm not telling you who to date, I'm suggesting who not to date."

"Well ya can't tell me that either!" Was his adamant response, the atmosphere now bordering on defensive compared the one beforehand.

"I know I have no right but—"

"No you don't, and if you don't like what you might hear then don't listen." Osamu shot back as a proposal to your problem, leaving you to truly speak your subdued feelings in the matter - one’s he hadn’t thought you’d felt.

"I just thought that if something was going to affect our friendship, then you might care about it, because if the situation was reversed then I would care Osamu."

With that he diverted his attention solely toward your order with a hum, you on the other hand felt ridiculous. Maybe you were being petty, and just because the thought of constantly hearing how Osamu loves from Mai everyday would be heartbreaking, you could endure it if he was happy. You’d force yourself to, it might even help you get over this stupid romantic liking you’d recently discovered. In that case, you’ll have to brighten this damp mood.

"Okay you’re right. Go ahead then, date her, marry her, and make her Mrs Salmon Sushi Roll, live happily ever after for all I care. I hope you'll be delighted." You crossed your arms and turned away with a small huff escaping you once finishing your embellished claim whilst Miya blinked at you with mild bemusement.

It remained quiet for moment as he digested your words, soon enough breaking the lightened silence himself.

"By the way, I was telling Mai 'bout Volleyball serves. Dead romantic." It was spoken sarcastically, but also in a way to match your prior energy. "Said strong spike serves are harder to properly receive than floaters. Hot stuff I know, and then she asked for my number."

"That's so typical of you!" Came your slightly raised voice, spinning back to him with an accusing tone.

"What?"

"Everyone knows that jump floaters are far more effective at throwing off opponents because of their unpredictability. Everybody knows that 'Samu, everyone except you apparently, now goodbye." Knowing Mai had made her move was clarification enough - hence your volleyball tangent and strive toward the exit with your flourishing farewell.

"Yer food."

You fell still at the door after his victorious reminder, a few seconds passing as you thought about crawling back for the food or just abandoning it for the sake of pride.

"..."

Screw pride, you’re hungry.

But also you might’ve wanted to know one more thing, voice quietly asking for it once you’d reproached the counter and accepted the takeout bag he tauntingly held out for you to collect.

"Did you give her your number?"

"Yeah." Osamu smiled, one of relief and sincerity. "Seemed disappointed with the Onigiri Miya menu though."

You didn’t know if you’d managed to hide the brief feeling of melancholy well but you mirrored his smile all the same.

“Yeah, I would’ve been disappointed too.”

"Why? I make ya 'not want to throw up' too?" Came his mocking retort of your previous statement, leaving you to wittily respond as per usual.

"Shut up! I might gag, but otherwise no because you’re quite pretty. Besides I’ve had your number for years so I don’t need it."

“Knew ya liked me for more than my cooking, speaking of, there’s new menu items so take a look will ya?” Rolling his eyes with a scoff, he slid a menu over the counter which you gladly took and offered your goodbyes for the night.

—

After finishing your meal at home, your fingers lingered on the menu with mild curiosity, eyes skimming over it whilst hovering over the bin.

There were a few new appetiser additions, leading you to flip to the alternate side and almost drop it out of shock.

You traced the additional pen indentations with both your fingertips and eyes like precious scripture - a sentimental smile blooming at his charming stupidity.

Yer pretty too, call me later (Y/n),

(xxx-xxxx-xxxx)

<——————————<<<<

[ Masterlist ]

[phoward89]

Based on this ask

You work as an aide in the Presidential Palace. It's not your cup of tea per say, but it's a job. A job with crappy pay, but a job nevertheless.

Your father was so proud of you for getting the job after your fall out with your ex. Yea, after you broke up with Odysseus Odair there was some tension at work, since you worked on the marketing team for his father's luxury cruise line company. So, you quit your job. You had to find a new one and a new place too, since your breakup had turned your life upside down.

Your father offered to let you move back home, but you wanted your independence; turned down his offer. He did help you find a new apartment and pay your deposit along with the first month's rent.

And after scouring the help wanted ads and job posting boards, you received a call for an interview for an office aide position in the Presidential Palace you applied for. You went to the interview and got hired right on the spot.

But, although you work in the Presidential Palace you've never come face to face with President Coriolanus Snow.

Or at least you haven't until the day you're running late.

The line in the coffee shop was ridiculously long. So long, that by the time you get your morning coffee you're a few minutes late for work. And, since you don't have a car, you have to run in heels to the Presidential Palace to prevent yourself from being too late.

As if 10 minutes late isn't bad enough.

But you're afraid of getting fired. You really need your job as an aide. Your savings account isn't very large, so if you lost your job you'd be screwed when it came to paying the rent.

So, you run a few blocks in your black kitten heels- paper coffee cup tightly held in your hand. You feel a sense of relief as you reach the large wrought iron gates and the hedges that surround the palace that you work in. Quickly, you rush thru the open gate and down the long pathway that leads to the large ornate entrance doors of the Presidential Palace.

The grip on your paper coffee cup is like a vice as you scurry inside of the palace. Your heels loudly click against the marble floor as you rush down the huge hallway, heading towards the fork in the road that’ll lead to your closet of an office that's right next to Chief of Staff Festus Creed’s office.

You're speed walking and just turned the corner to your office whenever you smack right into a towering solid wall of a man. You wobble slightly, nearly twisting your ankle due to your heels, and accidentally crush your paper coffee cup against whoever you ran into. The hot latte spilled onto your hand, your white blouse, and the jacket of whomever you accidentally bumped into.

“Watch where you're going, you clumsy, silly girl.” Berated a smooth, but low baritone.

You look up to apologize to the man you accidentally collided with, only to come face to face with the President of Panem himself.

President Coriolanus Snow.

And was he even more handsome in person then he was on tv, posters, and campaign ads. Platinum blonde hair, perfectly slicked back in a coif, striking icy blue eyes, clean cut angular jaw as sharp as a diamond, prominent nose, tall with broad shoulders and a thin waist; one that would be considered sluttty- President Snow was the whole package.

And as your bad luck would have it, you just collided with him and accidentally split your entire flimsy cup of morning coffee on him. Oh, how embarrassing.

To say you're flustered and embarrassed would be an understatement. You wish that the floor would open up and swallow you whole.

Feeling like you’re currently under a microscope, you ramble out an apology of, “I'm so sorry, Mister President. I was rushing and didn't see you.”

“Yes, well, you just ruined my sports coat by not paying attention. It's a Tigris design and now I'll be attending a very important luncheon looking like a fool because I can't wear it.” President Snow complained, his voice cold and insulting.

“I'm so sorry; I can always buy you a new one so you won't be embarrassed about having a stained jacket during your luncheon.” You offer, feeling horrible for ruining President Snow’s suit jacket.

“Very well, go buy me a new jacket.” President Snow tells you in an aggravated tone. “Tell Tigris at her boutique that you need a man’s medium sports coat in royal maroon.” He instructs you before walking past you with regal grace.

Great…

Now you have to go out and buy a jacket that'll most likely deplete your savings. All because you accidentally spilled your morning latte on the president; ruined his jacket.

You step into a posh boutique and immediately start to hear your checkbook crying. Oh boy, the atmosphere just reeked of high end couture; of things you'd never be able to buy. But here you are, in a place you can't afford to buy President Snow a replacement jacket.

A tall, slender woman with warm blue eyes and a few black streaks in her otherwise light blonde hair approaches you. Her plum painted lips smiled as she greeted you with, “Hi, are you looking for something in particular? I have a few pieces that would look fabulous with your complexion and hair color.”

“Oh, I'm not here for myself. I'm just here to buy a men's jacket.” You tell the woman, that you assume is Tigris from how her hair’s styled.

“Are you looking for something in particular for your partner?” The fashionista asked while leading you towards the men’s section of the store.

“A royal maroon sports coat in a medium.” You tell Tigris what President Snow told you to in order to get his replacement coat.

She nods as goes to a rack that's against the wall where a bunch of jackets are. You see her go to one of the lower racks where jackets are in various shades of red. Tigris skims thru the jackets, only to pull one out that's a perfect match for the one you accidently ruined.

And when Tigris tells you she'll ring up your purchase you know it's time to walk to the gallows; to accept the syphoning of your savings.

Although you work in the Presidential Palace as an aide you've never been in his office. Yes, you knew exactly where it was, but never had a reason to go into it. Your boss, Festus, was the Chief of Staff so he was the one that went into the office for things.

And you should be knocking on President Snow’s office door, considering you need to give him his new jacket, but you can't do that. You're still embarrassed by the incident this morning and, to be completely honest, the platinum haired president intimidated you with his stoic, cold demeanor. Thankfully, you're friends with President Snow's secretary, Leo Davis.

The man's nice and befriended you in the staff’s break room during lunch shortly after you started working for the Snow administration. He's a family man and gives out good advice.

“Leo, I need you to give this to President Snow.” You tell the lanky man, who's sitting behind a desk a few yards away from the large mahogany door of the president’s office, as you place the boutique bag on his desk.

Looking between you and the bag, Leo asks, “What is it?”

“It's a new maroon jacket for President Snow. I bought it to replace the one I accidentally ruined by spilling coffee on it.” You honestly tell Leo, who just nods.

“I’ll give it to him.” Leo assures you.

“Thanks.” You gratefully tell him before pivoting on your heel and going back to your own wing of the Presidential Palace to work in.

“Coriolanus, here's the replacement jacket that you made Y/N buy you.” Leo tells his boss, the President of Panem, as he walks into the office with the Tigris Boutique bag in his hand raised high up in the air for the most important politician in the country to see.

Coriolanus nods. Gesturing to a sitting chair in the corner, he says, “Please, put it over there.”

“Tigris is your cousin, you should've just called her for a new jacket instead of sending Y/N out to buy you one with her own money.” Leo tells his boss while going over to the corner chair and setting the bag down on it.

“She offered to buy me the jacket to make amends for foolishly colliding into me and ruining my sportscoat with spilt coffee.” The president defended himself against his secretary. Honestly, the cold blonde didn't see the problem in letting you buy him the jacket. You offered, after all.

“Y/N can't afford the fashions in your cousin's store. She's borderline broke despite being the daughter of Colonel Javani Halvir.”

“Colonel Javani Halvir's daughter works here? On my staff?”

“Yes.” Leo nods. “She's an aide for your friend and Chief of Staff, Festus Creed.”

“Send for Festus, I want to know everything about Miss Y/N.” Coriolanus orders Leo, causing the man to just nod and do as he's told.

President Coriolanus Snow found out very little about you from both Leo and Festus. Just surface level stuff, but nothing he truly wanted to know. The president want to know every single thing about you.

Apparently, hearing that you're the daughter of his late father's bestfriend (who had been deployed between a couple of district bases after the war) and stirred a lowkey obsession over you inside of Coriolanus soul. The cold hearted man never thought he'd meet anyone with a link to his past, a link to a time before the war. But then he met you in a whirlwind of colliding bodies and spilt coffee in a hallway.

Coriolanus, having a teeny tiny obsession with you, began to stalk you. He even felt bad about ordering you to buy him a new jacket since you truly couldn't afford it. Your purchase at Tigris' boutique had drained most of your savings.

Yes, he used his closeness with Livia Cardew to scour through bank records until he found your account.

But, although he felt bad about the jacket, the president wasn't going to reimburse you the money. He was too proud to do that. Coriolanus had an image to uphold and admitting he made a mistake in allowing you to spend your own money on that royal maroon sportscoat would destroy his image. President Snow's a cold, callous, and calculated man; nothing can change that.

He won't let it.

But, to make up for the whole jacket incident, Coriolanus does leave a large cup of coffee on your desk on morning. And under your cup’s a napkin with a tiny note scribbled on it in his flawless flourish.

Miss Y/N, please accept this coffee in replacement of the one our collision made you spill on me the other day. Please, come by my office at noon. We need to talk.

Coryo

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