meet-cute!vernon
to be fair, the two of you did share a lot in common
one of those things being that the two of you shared the same braincell (this was endorsed by wonwoo who watched yours and vernon's first meeting unfold)
you finally had a free day from both school and work and decided to take a little walk around the city and check out the music store across the street from the coffee shop you always get your morning coffee from
the store wasn't very big nor did it seem very popular as it was one of those hole in the wall places that you could only notice if you looked hard enough
that being said, there was probably like four other people besides yourself in the store
"welcome!" the store owner said as she welcomed you as you entered the store
you simply gave her a soft smile as you made your way through the crates filled of vinyl records towards the back of the store
as you reached out to grab a boys like girls vinyl that you had caught in the corner of your eye, another hand reached for it from the otherside as well making you jump not realizing someone else had been in the vinyl section as well
of course the boy jumped as well when you had jumped, causing the vinyl that was in both of your hands and your phone to fall onto the ground
"i'm so sorry, i didnt mean to scare you" he said as he reached down to help you pick the vinyl and your phone from the ground but instead ended up headbutting you as you both stood up again at the same time đ
wonwoo couldnt help but laugh from the other side of the room
"and so it begins" wonwoo said to himself as he watched the interaction between the two of you
"oh my god, I am so sorry. are you okay?" vernon asked as you rubbed your forehead after the impact.
"i'm fine," you said as you looked up at him to see he had a red mark on his forehead, which made you start laughing.
vernon raised an eyebrow at you at first before you pointed to his forehead
"are you okay?" you asked as he rubbed his forehead a little then nodded
"yeah, I'm fine. does it look bad?"
you let out a small laugh, "kind of."
vernon unknowingly let out a small chuckle as he couldn't help but notice how cute your laugh was
once he had caught himself he quickly cleared his throat before looking back at the vinyl in your hand
you noticed his gaze and looked back at him
"um... are you going to get that?' he asked as you just nodded, "oh"
there was a small awkward silence betwen the two of you as you thought about what to say because it looked like he really wanted the vinyl too and there was only one left, however you've also been looking for this for a while
eventually a thought came to you, "it looks like you also want this vinyl and i don't think they'll have more stock of it until a few months from now so if you want i'd be willing to let you borrow it sometime. if that's okay with you?"
there was another silence between you two as he looked at you then the vinyl and back to you
"that's fine with him," wonwoo said from behind vernon as vernon quickly turned to his hyung with a look of 'what are you doing?!'
wonwoo just smiled at vernon and gave him a look of 'i'm trying to help you' before he went back to looking at the other vinyls
"um... so...." you said as even though wonwoo said it already you still wanted confirmation from vernon
"y-yeah sure that's fine with me." he said quickly as you nodded and took out your phone and gave it to him to put his number in
"i'll send you a text so you can save my number too and you can just message me whenever you want to borrow it um.... vernon," you said as you looked at the contact name he put on your phone and smiled up at him.
"yeah, for sure" vernon said, still trying to process just exactly what was currently happening.
"alright, well, i'll see you around," you said as you gave him a soft smile before walking back to the front of the store to purchase the vinyl.
as you walked away, vernon stood there still trying to process what had just happened.
"hyung, what just happened?" he asked as wonwoo laughed and patted vernon's shoulder
"you might have just gotten yourself a possible date"
vernon quickly turned around as wonwoo noticed his ears started to turn red, "what do you mean?!"
"what do i mean?", wonwoo asked as he let out a smal laugh, "i saw how you looked at her. it seems like you're interested in her so you're welcome."
"i didn't- that's not- ah, whatever," vernon said as he quickly walked away and wonwoo just laughed
that night, you had texted vernon to make sure that he also got your number and since that day you two began texing each other more often and finding out that you actually had a lot in common
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id absolutely ADORE (please and thank you đđ) a cg!scott summers either fic or headcannons there no content at all im going insane /exaggeration
SCOTT đčđč I honestly donât know much about Scott sadly even though I really like his character heâs just not one of the ones I tend to fixate on? But I can absolutely try my best to write you some Scott headcanons!! đ«¶đ«¶
Cg!Scott Sunmers Headcanons
đ¶ïž Scott is a very responsible guy as it is so give him a regressor and he is ready to go
đ¶ïžPretty firm with rules because he doesnât want you getting hurt
đ¶ïžHeâs more lenient on bedtimes and such if you wanna cuddle up on the couch and watch a movie with him
đ¶ïžThe only rule heâs definitely strict on is no touching his glasses or visor he doesnât want you getting hurt
đ¶ïžHe will so happily sit and watch your little kid shows
đ¶ïžHappily letting you tell him about your favourite characters and all their friends
đ¶ïžWhile he does love that youâve got shows and movies you enjoy and are purely for entertainment he would prefer if youâd watch something more educational
đ¶ïžHe defo likes Sesame Street
đ¶ïžHe watches it without you sometimes and has been caught multiple times by his teammates
đ¶ïžIf you ever go out to a park or even just the garden he has a little first aid kit with plasters of your favourite cartoon on
đ¶ïžWhen he takes you to the park Scott defo has one of them like over the shoulder bags full of everything you could need
đ¶ïžSnacks, drinks, change of clothes, paci, hairbrush, hair ties etc
đ¶ïžYou name it your papa has got it!
đ¶ïžHeâs all for making sure youâre hydrated and well fed
đ¶ïžHeâs really good at calming you down if you get fussy or injured
đ¶ïžNot particularly one to tell you off if you get bratty or throw a tantrum, heâll most likely talk you through why what you did wasnât okay and get you to talk through your big feelings
đ¶ïžKeeps all the colouring pages and drawings you give him
đ¶ïžTheyâre stored in a box under his bed and he looks at them if heâs ever worried heâs not doing a good job as your cg
đ¶ïžScott sleeps with a teddy as well so if you ever end up in his bed heâll make your stuffie and his stuffie be best friends
đ¶ïžItâs only a normal brown teddy but heâs worn and loved. Heâs called Beary
đ¶ïžScott loves playing building blocks with you
đ¶ïžHas been hit in the nose multiple times by blocks that have fallen down off your incredibly tall towers
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Just One
DBF!Joel Miller x afab!reader | w/c: 819 (she just a baby!)
Summary: Youâre still worked up even though Joelâs tapped out for the night. Maybe you need a kiss to satisfy youâa simple, sweet kiss. Right?
Content/Tags: Reader is able-bodied and has female sex anatomy, but is otherwise undescribed. Pussy pronouns (she)!! 18+ MDNI. Making out. Bulge grinding đ let me know if thereâs anything I missed!
A/N: @pinkypromisepascal and I had a conversationâŠand then I said I wanted to write a drabble based on what we talked about, to which she said âDO IT.â So I did. Yâall better thank her brain for this too!đââïž and to @strang3lov3, thank you for the extra pair of eyes AND THE MOODBOARD!!!đ I love you both so much. To everyone, I hope you enjoy, all my love xx
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Itâs been thirty minutes.Â
Thirty minutes since Joel had you folded nearly in half, your legs pressed against your torso, the slam of his hips pushing you higher up his mattress.Â
Thirty minutes since he made your eyes roll back, throat burning in pleasure.Â
Thirty minutes since he wiped you clean and massaged your hips.Â
Itâs been thirty minutes.Â
And heâs knocked the fuck out.Â
You sit up in his bed. Youâre not here very often. Ever, really. It was by chance you stayed over tonight. So you study the area. Take his space in. The painting and posters above his bed. The nightstand. The white fan sitting on his dresser, pointing directly at him. He runs hot when he sleeps. Too hot.Â
Your eyes trace his figure, then. His broad back on display, hips covered by his sheets.Â
His face. God, his face. Salt and pepper scruff around the edges, smile lines and furrowed eyebrow lines adorning his face. Theyâre not as harsh now as he succumbs deeper into his slumber, but theyâre present nonetheless.Â
His hooked nose sits prettily, the same nose that had you squirming and gasping for air earlier in the night. Your core flutters at the thought.Â
Youâre looking at his lips now, and you canât help the way your own forms a smirk.Â
âJoel,â you whisper.Â
A rock. Unmoving. Unfazed.Â
On your knees now, you shuffle to face him. Leaning forward, hand on his shoulder to nudge him, you try again.Â
âJoel.âÂ
âHm?â his sleepy voice rasps.Â
âI need your help,â you respond.Â
One eye peels open. His eyebrows move into their natural habitat, furrowed. âWhatâs wrong, darlinâ?âÂ
You put on your sweetest face. âCan I have a kiss?âÂ
You stifle a giggle at the daggers being thrown at you. âJesus,â he mutters. âHave you been up this whole time?âÂ
âItâs been thirty minutes,â you retort.Â
âNo, it ainâtââ you gesture to his clock before he can finish his thought. He faces it immediately, throwing his face back into his pillow with an incoherent grumble. âSleep,â he finally says.Â
âI will, sleeping beauty,â you giggle. âCan I please have a kiss first? Just one,â you ask again, lowering your voice an octave, a tone he can never deny.Â
He flips himself over, so heâs more on his back now. âItâs never just one.â
âThatâs not true,â you fake pout, leaning closer in, letting the tips of your nose dance.
âYou said one kiss months ago. Look where that got us.â His breath fans against your lips.
âI donât see you complaining,â you whisper, your body on fire with this conversation.Â
You let your lips finally meet, soft and sweet, but the heat building in your cheeks keeps you from breaking the seal. Without thinking, you climb on top of him, straddling him as your hands find the base of his neck, the length beneath you already beginning to stir.Â
You break away for less than a second before you bring your lips to his again, but heâs quick to stop you, a shit-eating grin between his cheeks. âThought ya said one?â He breathes.Â
âShut up,â you murmur, smashing your lips against his once more as your tongue coasts the expanse of his bottom lip, the taste of you from earlier still lingering.Â
âShit, sugar,â he groans into your mouth, his hips bucking into you on their own accord. âSheâs still so needy, ainât she? That why ya canât sleep?â
His bulge catches perfectly where you need him most, pulling a whimper from the back of your throat. âPlease, baby,â you pant.Â
âTold ya âs never jusâ one kiss,â he rasps as his heavy hands grab at your waist, guiding your hips into a more frenzied rhythm.
âYouâre right,â you cry, eyes clamping shut, nothing but the sweet sounds of your ecstasy blessing his ears.Â
Too blissed out to continue kissing him, you bring your lips to his jaw, nipping and licking the places you can reach. With a few harsh grinds of your hips, youâre moaning out into his earâhis partially deaf one, luckilyâwith millions of white sparkles flashing beneath your eyelids. Joelâs breathing stops at the same moment your body convulses, strangled grunts leaving his throat as he adds to your mess of his boxers.Â
âShe satisfied, yet?â He hums as you lay across his sweaty chest.
âMmm,â you pretend to think it over. âI think itâs her turn for a kiss now.âÂ
Joel scoffs. You can hear his smile with it.Â
You lift your head to look him in the eyes, a faux innocence in the way you jut out your bottom lip. âJust one, baby,â you reason with him.
Joel tosses you to your unspoken side of the bed. âSleep.âÂ
âButââ
âSheâll get her kiss in the morning.âÂ
Your eyes nearly pop out at the realization of his words. âG-Goodnight, baby,â you reply quickly.Â
ââS what I thought. Gânight, darlinâ.â
I would love to hear what you guys think! I love you all so much, thank you for always sticking by my side and supporting me always. You all are my happy place. Wouldn't be where I am without you.đ©¶
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HEART DEFENDERââââââ
ౚà§âž»niki x fem!reader
âž» synopsis, Nishimura Riki was truly and honestly, your sworn enemy, and everyone knew. You two shared lots of things, a friend group, academic rivalry, and most importantly school popularity. Receiving tons of confessions and notes on the daily from your fanboys and fangirls was nothing new. So you can't help but be shocked when he asks you to be his fake girlfriend for that same reason.
genre: enemies to lovers, fluff, highschool au
pairing: popular-footballplayer!niki x popular-fem!reader
wordcount: 11.5k !
tags: underage drinking, foul language/swearing, niki is an asshole, own characters included, y/n and niki are unrealistically popular but bare with me pls, jay is called a pervertđ, kissing
authors note! this was written for my beautiful babygirl , and it was also her idea so props to my pookie yall!!!đ also no proof read so sorry for any errors!!
A GENTLE HEAT falls onto the silk bed sheets, as a flickering blue light washes over the room, a sound waking you up from the dreamy state. You still had a hard time settling into the new reality that eloped you just a few days back. The summer was over, and so weâre all the exciting things you hadnât been able to do.Â
Although you didnât mind, it brought you comfort to keep your body and mind active. You donât like to mull over the fact that something is over, because that never brought it back, choosing to focus on every minute that was yet to come.Â
Maybe that was exactly the reason youâve become so popular amongst the male population of Alpine High-school, students swooning over your exquisite beauty, tall, well proportioned figure and beautiful mind. Some looks were only hungry for popularity and full of lust, but amongst all, you also found people who truly wanted to know you, and find out what was underneath the pretty shell.Â
Some would call it cliche, to only stick around people who held the same status as you, or shared a similar popularity rank, but you truly never intended for that. Having two of the most popular students in one team, automatically makes the entirety of the group more desirable and unattainable. You never had control over any of these things, but youâd also be lying if you said it didnât make you feel even more special.Â
Your phone vibrates, Song Eunseokâs name displayed on the screen, messages filling up your home screen every second. You smile lightly and press one of them to shoot him a quick reply, preventing him from spamming you with keyboard smashes.Â
Song Eunseok was one of your best-friends. He was there when others werenât, and he was always the one to help you endure any pain in life. He was like a bandaid, keeping you safe from any infectious disease but also helping ease the pain, even if it didnât feel like it at first. The affection in his tone, his words glowing with secrecy and honesty every time he spoke to you, thatâs exactly what made him so notable to your heart.Â
Kim Hana was also one of those people to you. Eunseok was good to you, but heâd never be able to substitute for a girl best-friend. You never treated Hana as a second option though. She wasnât even a month older than you, but wiser than most. Hana always knew what to say or do, she was like a compass to you. You knew you could never lose her, or else you wouldnât know which direction to walk towards. Still, behind the smart and intellectual facade, was a joyful and bright girl, who had the most infectious laugh you knew. Her smile was adorable and words of affection- comforting.Â
Park Sunghoon was also a member of your clique, recruited by Jake who swam alongside him on the schoolâs swimming team. Youâve never been really close to him, he was more of a friend to you when others were around. That didnât mean you didnât care for him though. Sunghoon was different, he was very secretive and smart. He didnât ever try, but always succeeded. He wasnât flashy about it either, keeping most of his success to himself.Â
Jake, who recruited Sunghoon, used to be your best-friend. You grew up with him, just like in every childhood best-friends movie, the two of you did everything together. Just like you, he moved out of his home country in his early years, which was one of the many things you had in common and could empathize about. You decided to go to the same highschool, following the promise you made in 4th grade; that youâll always stick together. The reciprocation brought you a feeling of comfort and safety, at first you didnât mind when he started getting closer with Nishimura Riki because you trusted him. You trusted him enough, and turned a blind eye enough until your once best friend wasnât yours anymore.Â
You tried to ignore the low pain it gave you, small weebs formed in your mind as you tried to justify Jakeâs behavior, arguing that he still speaks to you so kindly. You were still in the same group together, spending most of your days together and laughing sweetly at the smallest things. But instead of calling you, heâd call Niki, instead of hanging out with you on the weekends, heâd hang out with Niki and instead of inviting you as his plus one to events, heâd invite Niki.Â
Thatâs exactly why you hated Nishimura Riki, the last member of the seemingly âpopular kidâ clique you formed.Â
Niki was equally attractive and popular as you. He embodied a typical, bookish bad-boy character, the smitten look on his face winning girls hearts over every time. He was also a member of the football team, already earning a full ride scholarship for his sports successes. He was already an intelligent boy, but a free entry to college was nothing heâd deny. He was vastly athletic, but always dreamed of going to university. Niki may not have looked the part, but he truly was much more ambitious than many would guess.Â
He didnât have many reasons to hate you, but the sole fact that you were unbeatable, the first rank in school always alongside your name. He always stood proudly next to you on class president election day, but always ended up getting hurt when once again, you were chosen. Everyone loved you and even though he had his fair share of fans, he could never compare.Â
So the satisfaction that taking away your best-friend from you brought him, was enough to console his damaged pride. It was enough to compensate for his stolen spotlight.Â
You both had reasons to hate each other, and never even considered talking it out, even if you shared a friend group. Passive aggressive comments, and sarcastic remarks were enough to satisfy yours and Nikiâs mind.Â
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Niki, with his fair share of popularity, couldnât get away from constant love letters clogging up his locker, or girls' heartfelt love confessions. With the face of an angel and skills of a child prodigy, it was inevitable in some way. Those same girls were the reason for his incredibly and annoyingly large ego.Â
âNiki!â the brunette caught his attention with her squeaky and high pitched voice.Â
He turned around to catch a glimpse at her, only to find her with a pink glittery box in hand. Niki could sense another thought out, insanely touching confession coming his way.Â
âDo I know you?â he asked, trying his best to not make a rude face at the girl. At the end of the day he was the it-boy at his high-school, and had an image to upkeep.Â
âYou could get to know me. We have chemistry together!â she replied happily, completely neglecting the fact that his reply itself was a bit rude to begin with.Â
âIs that supposed to be some sort of pickup line?â Niki chuckled, running a hand through his hair as his shoulder fell to his right. He leaned on the lockers trying to remember the girl he was speaking to.Â
She pulls at the fabric of his blazer, a frisky look on her face âIt could be if you want it to beâÂ
He felt his body tensing up, a wave of uncomfort speeding through his veins. He was used to girls shoving themselves onto him, but why couldnât he be viewed as an equal to them? Just because he has stolen many women's hearts, didnât mean he didnât want to be treated with dignity and respect.Â
He could feel a bead of sweat trickle down his spine as the unknown girl pushed her body closer and closer. His white shirt started to suffocate him, feeling the box she had in her hands press against his stomach.Â
He could barely read the name Oh Jia off the girl's name tag, before backing away, making her stumble a little bit.Â
âDonât you think youâre getting a little too comfortable, Jia?â he asked.Â
She took a deep breath. She thinks of the many nights sheâd seen the boy infront of her standing proudly with a confident smile as he pulls her closer to his body. She is taken aback by the difference, wondering how she could've gotten so easily deceived by her own head to fall for such a fabricated version of Nishimura Riki, She had swooned over the cover, just like many girls before and after her.Â
This was one of the many daily confessions the boy would receive. Some happened to be much more friendly and cute, even making Nikiâs heart a little warmer. Some students just liked to test his limits, see how easy he can actually be. He hated that. He hated not being treated like a human being but rather a school attraction they all got to take turns trying out.Â
Although you were sworn enemies, the similarity between yours and Nikiâs experience love wise, was undeniable.Â
âWhat is my pretty girl doing all alone? Where did all your friends go?â Hyunsik, a member of the student council, asked with a flirtatious tone stopping you from getting to your history class.Â
âYours?â you questioned with a calm voice, having an idea of who Hyunsik was.Â
He smiled, wondering why you always played so hard to get. He was gorgeous, so what was your problem to just give into his warm embrace?Â
âDonât be like thatâ he answered, using his hand to push a strand of loose hair behind your ear.Â
You felt so incredibly uncomfortable. You had known Hyunsik for some time now, as the class president you did have to consult on important issues with him.Â
âWhat do you mean, Hyunsik?â you asked, a wonky smile on your face as you tried to give the boy a sign that you weren't interested in him.Â
âYou know what I mean. C'mon Y/n, you donât have to play so hard to get. We could have fun, Iâd make you feel so good and happyâ he confessed, his stance radiating confidence which was unbreakable.Â
He was attractive, but his personality and ego completely erased any chances of scoring a date with you or many other girls.Â
âIâm interested in someone elseâ you answered, backing away from him.Â
âYou always say that, yet you're still singleâ he said, offended by your relectuance.Â
âI donât think thatâs any of your business though, Hyunsik. I have to go nowâ you said, not letting him say anything else.Â
This wasn't the first time boyâs just assumed youâd be easy like that. Just like Niki, you hated it. You didn't mind the confessions, as long as they were kept cute and respectful. You hated being mean, and these situations just forced it out of you.Â
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âWhy donât we call Minjun over here, youâve been hanging out with him a lot, right?â Hana asked, turning to you. She shuffles to grab her phone, but you stop her.Â
Niki rolled his eyes at her words, not in the mood to stubbornly try to keep a civil conversation with Minjun. Kim Minjun was a member of the football team, and the number two placeholder in school. He really was handsome- slim face and a defined jawline, dark thick hair, eyebrows not touched once but seemingly shaped by Aphrodite herself, captivating siren eyes that made you fear eye contact, and lastly plump cherry lips. You could go on about Minjunâs beauty for days and not get bored of the topic.Â
He notoriously fought with Niki for the team captain position, and although never achieved it, still managed to be disliked by Niki. They had a visible rivalry. While Niki tried to beat Minjun for second place, Minjun tried to beat Niki for the team captain spot. The passive aggressive remarks only made it worse, but for the sake of the team they kept, or at least tried to keep it civil.Â
It reminded you of your friend group. You always tried your best to hide your deep rooted hatred for Niki around everyone, for the sake of their peace. The difference was that Niki never tried. He couldnât bear a minute without making a sneaky and rude comment towards you. In some way it made you feel better about yourself, knowing that you're mature enough to not bother your friends with your private issues.Â
âHeâs probably with the teamâ you answered, and she pouted at your response.
âHe wouldnât want to sit with Miss Perfect here, anywaysâ Niki snickered, poking at his lunch uninterested in what he saw on the metal tray. The pork cutlet seemed awfully indigestible today.Â
âI think youâre more so the problemâ Hana defended, knowing you wouldnât probably respond to him.Â
âItâs not like Minjun is perfect, c'mon. Heâs an annoying, selfious fuckboyâ Jake said, in an attempt to clear Nikiâs name.Â
But why couldnât he defend you? Did he really dislike you that much?Â
âHe really isnât thoughâ you responded, and Jake seemed taken aback by your change in demeanor.Â
It almost looked like he felt entitled to say anything, but you had no right to respond to him unless you werenât agreeing with him. Maybe that was what was left after your friendship of 10 years, the entitlement.Â
âOf course youâd say that, because you probably want him like all his other fangirlsâ Niki smirked, and pushed away his tray.Â
âDude, leave it. Can we just have a peaceful lunch period for once?â Sunghoon spoke up, looking up from his English notes.Â
He usually never said anything whenever these tense situations happened. Sunghoon kept quiet, listening in on the meaningless words leaving your mouths.Â
âIâm gonna goâ you rose from your chair, and picked up all your things. Hana tried to stop you, but her attempts were useless, as you gave her a small smile and left the table.Â
âWell, I will too thenâ Niki announced trailing right after you.Â
He walked towards you, a stupid look displayed on his face. You hated that you didnât have any power over him, letting him treat you like this for no good reason.Â
âIf you want to continue telling me how awful Minjun is, I really suggest you leave it, cause Iâm not going to change my mindâ you turned to him, as he stopped next to you by the lockers.Â
âI just want to get some books from my locker, canât I?â he tilted his head, and smirked evilly when he saw your annoyed look.Â
Another thing you hated was having a locker right next to his. Whoever assigned them, must truly despise you. Or potentially pray for your downfall.
He just scoffed at your lack of interest, and started to rummage through his pocket for the small key to his locker.Â
As soon as both of your locker doors opened, a swarm of notes and pink, red or purple little envelopes fell out. Some were cutely decorated, with adorable glittery stickers, some just a simple paper ripped out of the author's notebook.Â
You two looked at each other confused. You knew Niki was popular, and Niki knew you were popular, but not to this extent.Â
It wasnât an issue, for a long time, but as comical as it sounded this was starting to get annoying pretty quickly. Sometimes the both of you wondered what made you so special, what made you stand out so much. Was it the academic success that no other student seemed to achieve yet? Maybe it was the physical tasks that you conquered without breaking a sweat? Or was it just your appearance that was unique among all?Â
His mind was rushing, but one idea came out on top of the bubble of thoughts.Â
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âYouâve got to be kidding me, Nikiâ you laughed at his absurd idea, wondering if Jake is somewhere recording this secretly.Â
Niki canât yet tell if youâll buy it or not. The silence sinks into his skin, as the imprisoning walls surrounding you seem to close on him. Did he really just say that out loud?Â
âListen, we can just pretend to un-hate each other or something, and then date. Itâs all fake, obviously. Do you think Iâd want someone like you to be my girlfriend?â he responds. âWe canât tell anyone thoughâÂ
âI donât think thatâs a good ideaâ you mumble, and he chuckles.Â
âOh please donât tell me this is about Minjun?âÂ
You look at him annoyed. Why does he suddenly care so much about your relationship with Kim Minjun?Â
 âAnd what if it is?â you roll your eyes, turning away from his tall figure.Â
âHe doesnât care about you, Y/n. Canât you just agree, we both get something out of itâ he says, exasperated.Â
He reaches for your small shoulder, turning your body in his direction. He holds you while silence embraces the both of you. The sun subtly shines through the small window of the equipment room, illuminating his face, a sparkle in his eyes as he looks at you.Â
âWhat is in it for me?â you ask quietly, the moment between the two of you, making your heart beat faster.Â
Niki softens at the concern in your tone.Â
He knew you liked Minjun, everyone did, but this much? Did you really care for that douchebag? Did you lay on your bed at night, your thoughts always coming back to Kim Minjun? What did he do to steal your cold heart so easily?Â
âAn empty locker, thatâs for sureâ he lets go of you âAnd assholes like Hyunsik wonât annoy you anymore, isnât that enough?â he adds, his tone laced with confidence.Â
âYou know about Hyunsik?â you ask curiously.Â
He stifles a sharp inhale, realization hitting him.Â
Did you think he cares? He doesnât. He couldnât care less.Â
He tries to calm his unsteady nerves, preventing himself from saying anything that could damage his uninterested approach to your person even more.Â
âEunseok told me,â he answered quickly, his gaze turning to the small window.Â
You never told Eunseok.Â
You never told anyone cause this wasnât something abnormal. Yes, maybe Hyunsik was a bit forward about it, pushing himself onto you, but you just forgot about it after some time.Â
âAlrightâ you clear your throat âLetâs do itâÂ
Niki feels an unfamiliar warmth in his heart, trying to stifle the excitement that took over his body when he heard your words.Â
âBut what about our friends, Niki? Do you seriously think Sunghoon or Jake are that stupid?â you askÂ
It floods him again; the comfort of his name passing your lips, and he doesnât know why. Heâs never felt this way.Â
âHana is a hopeless romantic, sheâll believe anything if you slap a âboyfriendâ label on it. Eunseok and Sunghoon don't care anyway, and Jake? Iâll figure it outâ he answers, his voice so calm âEveryone else will just believe it as long as we make it believableâ he proceeds cautiously, putting emphasis on the âweâ. Â
âI donât get not telling our friends, honestlyâ you murmured, looking around the room.Â
He sighed âNo offense to Hana, but sheâs the biggest blabbermouth I knowâ he confesses.Â
You agree internally, not wanting to admit it, too proud of your friendship with the girl.Â
âIâll pick you up tomorrowâ he says after a moment of tranquility, leaving the room after he finishes his sentence.Â
You watch him step out and leave you alone with all the thoughts and worries.Â
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And so he did pick you up.Â
You wondered if Niki had cleaned up his car for you, remembering the mess last time you were in it. Probably not though.Â
âLetâs go,â he said, keeping the door open for you.Â
He grabbed your hand tightly, pulling through the crowd of students gathered in front of the building. Some had a stupid look on their face, wondering how the two of you could ever be dating, some didnât even budge.Â
Your chest swells with a torment of emotions, as you feel his warm, wrought hand grip yours. Pride, confusion, determination swarm through your veins, making a mess of your head. You press your knuckles to the warmth of your cheek, flustered by the looks you were receiving.Â
Your eyes scan the whole building, trying to find Minjun, worried what heâd say when he finds out. You never wanted him to think you were just playing with him, and by the looks of it, thatâs exactly what he was thinking when his eyes spotted yours.Â
A sad look of disappointment decorated his face, as you passed by, holding Nishimura Rikiâs hand so tightly.Â
You screw your eyes shut, chest rising and falling rapidly. You want to tell him everything, you know you could. But there was a boundary you promised to not cross, for yours and Nikiâs peace.Â
âThis is bullshitâ Sunghoon raises his eyebrows, as the two of you appear in front of all your friends.Â
âThe assignment you wrote for my physics class was bullshit, and I didnât say anything. This-â he says pointing to your intertwined hands âThis is for real, the real dealâ he adds proudly.Â
How long has he been acting?Â
âWhen did all of this happen?â Hana asks excitedly.Â
You didnât like agreeing with Niki, and even though it was sad to a degree, Hana really was gullible.Â
You smile âWe just started talking, I guess. It really happened naturallyâÂ
How long have you been acting?Â
âBut werenât you just fighting last week? And I thought you had a thing for Minjun?â Eunseok asked. He wasnât supposed to care.Â
âNo, no, Minjun is just a friendâ you answer after a moment.Â
Niki was surprised at your lack of hesitation, no signs of nervousness.Â
âWell congrats then. Iâm happy for you guysâ Jake smiled, and his acknowledgment meant the world to you.Â
You couldnât not care for him after all this time spent together. You wished you didnât care about what he thought, what he was up to, because it was no longer your place to ask or wonder.Â
âI hope Minjun doesnât feel sadâ Hana ponders, her soft heart melting for the boy.Â
You laugh at her kindness, but deep down you know sheâs right âI doubt. I think I made it clear to him that Iâm not interestedâ you reply in an attempt to calm her nerves.Â
âI hope so, heâs really a good guyâ she mumbles, a look of frustration on her face.Â
You wonder why.Â
âHe isnât but whateverâ Niki professes, a disgusted tone lacing his voice.Â
Eunseok laughs âOne day anniversary and heâs already jealousâÂ
You never expected them to be so gullible, to fall for such a fabricated lie, but here they were laughing and making jokes about the two of you. It was hard to lie to your friends, especially Eunseok and Hana, but something in your head kept convincing you that this was indeed a good idea.Â
âYou shouldâve made a big reveal at the gameâ Hana acknowledges, a sweet smile on her face as she imagines herself in your position. âOur school would win, everyone cheering you on and then boom- you run up to Y/nnie and kiss herâ she tells, a twinkle to her eyes.Â
Niki laughs, and this time it seems genuine. He likes the thought of that, but canât quite figure out why. Air is taken out of his lungs as he imagines carefully taking your jaw in one hand, and pressing a sweet kiss to your soft lips, as everyone cheers him on for leading the team to yet another victory.Â
He canât be thinking straight.Â
âThatâs a little bizarre donât you think?â Sunghoon asks Hana, remembering watching something similar with the girl.Â
Hana shakes her head, and he just chuckles at her persistence âIâm just giving him ideas, subtlyâÂ
âVery subtleâ Niki answers, and she winks at him.Â
âAre we still on for the after party at yours?â Eunseok asks, turning his head towards Jake who seems to be totally out of it, as he hurriedly copies Sunghoon's chemistry homework.Â
âYeah, yeah. No matter if we winâ he mumbles, devoted to a completely different world at the moment.Â
A small smile forms on your face. You would definitely hold Niki tight, making sure no girl pulls him out of your grasp for a quick seven minutes in heaven. Itâs all fake, though. Nothing more than just a pact between two sworn enemies who want a little more peace in their life.Â
âEven if we lose, we still need to celebrate a good gameâ Niki smiles, and Eunseok smiles at his attitude.Â
âWith a captain like you my guy, we ainât never losingâ Eunseok winks at Niki, receiving a small laugh and bow from the boy.Â
You felt guilty. This was the first time in a while when everything felt so gratifying and free amongst your friend group. With the constant fighting and teasing you never seemed to notice the charming dynamic between everyone. It felt like all along the both of you were the problem, and maybe your friends accepted this suspicious relationship so quickly, because it meant they got to experience moments like this once again.Â
âWhat do these fucking hieroglifs say, I canât decipher this shitâ Jake grunts with frustration, as he pulls the notebook closer.Â
Sunghoon laughs and tries to carefully explain every line of text to Jake.Â
Maybe you were too focused on your own problems with Niki to notice that this is what couldâve been of your friend group.Â
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You and Niki seemed to get closer as time passed.Â
The both of you didnât even notice it, the barrier between you passing by like a breeze. It came all so naturally, and you never knew youâd have so much in common with the boy you swore you hated.Â
You would accustom him to his practice sometimes, and heâd proudly show you off to all his teammates. The lines between faking it and being truthful have faded by now, confusing your heart a little. But just a little. Because at the end of the day it was fake.Â
âI think itâs time you pay me back,â Niki said, a mischievous smile decorating his face.Â
You looked at him with a confused expression âFor what exactly?âÂ
He smiles, and brings his backpack to his chest, rummaging through it to find the key item.Â
Niki was smart, very smart. He didnât earn the number three rank for no reason, proudly representing the school on the pitch and in numerous academic competitions. Yet his mind couldnât quite understand anything written in his physics textbook. He passed by fine, but it never satisfied him to cheat on his tests, and pay Sunghoon to do his homework for him.Â
âTutoring? Seriously? And what did you do to deserve it?â you asked, raising your eyebrow.Â
He smiles widely âWell I havenât seen any sappy men bothering you, so I think you owe me this oneâÂ
âI havenât seen any sappy girls bothering you either, so I thought we were evenâ you answer, not giving into his request just yet.Â
You knew youâd do it. You did everything he asked you to do.Â
âCâmon Y/n! I need your help, just this one time, please?â he pleaded, a pout on his face âI wonât be able to play in the game this week if I donât get a good grade on this testâ he adds in an attempt to convince you.Â
You laugh at his desperation, and nod your head âFine, but you owe me oneâÂ
He nods hurriedly, and pulls out all the things youâll need to give him the greatest tutoring session ever.Â
âImagine youâre driving a carâ you said sketching a simple diagram âWhen you hit the brakes, what happens?âÂ
Niki furrowed his eyebrows, and you wondered how he couldnât comprehend such a simple concept as Newton's laws. It was cute in a way.Â
âWell I slow down, but thatâs too obvious. This is probably a much more complex answer, isnât it?â he pondered the question.Â
âNo Niki, itâs that simpleâ you laugh âThatâs Newton's first law in action. An object in motion stays in motion unless acted upon by an external force. When you hit the brakes, you apply force to the car, causing it to decelerateâÂ
His eyes lit up in understatement, as he tried to solve another question you threw at him.Â
âWas it really that hard?â you asked him with a small smile, and he hesitated at first.Â
His eyes glazed through the notebook, but soon enough he answered âNot really. It was much better when you explained it rather than Ms. LeeâÂ
âIâm gladâ you answered âIf itâs really that bad, you can ask me for helpâÂ
âIt really isnât that bad thoughâ Niki answered, with a chuckle.Â
âOh câmon you donât even understand Newton's laws, it is badâ you reply.Â
âOkay you geek, I get it. But I thought I have to deserve your tutoring?â he questioned, a small smirk on his face.Â
âYou gotta help out a dumb bitch once in a whileâ he pretends to be offended at your words.Â
Not so long ago, heâd probably blow up at you for those words. Heâd probably make a scene, resulting in everyone being uncomfortable for a good two days. This time was different. You were different.Â
âThe way you talk to me- itâs unlike youâ you inquire suddenly, after a moment of calming silence.Â
âHow come?â Niki asks, not raising his gaze from the workbook.Â
âYour voice is softerâ you smile, and he canât help but reciprocate.Â
It brings him a weird comfort. The words passing by your lips, make his heart warmer, a trickling yet pleasing feeling in his spine. He canât quite pinpoint the moment you touched his mind so intimately, erasing any barrier between you and him. Being with you felt so easy. It feels so easy, that he even forgets why he hated you in the first place.Â
âAre you coming to my game?â he asked, a new found passion for physics coursing through his veins as he solves yet another problem with ease.Â
You looked at him adoringly âObviouslyâÂ
He chuckled âIâm gladâ he looked up at you âBut I thought you hated footballâÂ
Well you did. You hated it because Niki played it. But even if he didn't ask you, youâd come.Â
âI just don't understand it, thatâs allâ you gave him a half smile, looking through his textbook for any more challenging questions for Niki to solve.Â
âYou don't have to be there if you don't want to, Y/nâÂ
You seem to enjoy the way your name slips his lips so delicately.Â
âNo no, I want to be there for you, and I think Itâd be sus if I didn't show up. Plus, Hana has some new crush and wants to see him playâ you chuckle, and so does Niki, noting that the girl falls in love with anyone and everybody.Â
âIs it Jay? Iâve seen them mingling beforeâ he questions and you shake your head.Â
âJay was last month, old news. I think his name is Sungchan? Or Seunghan, I don't knowâ you ponder the question, going back to that one conversation you had with the girl about her new love interest.Â
The possibility that heâs also not the guy she likes now is very high-her heart swooning for any man that gives her the time of day.Â
Hana was gorgeous and incredibly sweet. No wonder she had a new talking stage every week, no boy being able to handle her.Â
âSungchan. Heâs a good guy. I can approve of him, definitely better than Jayâ he recalls many situations including Jay, where the boy proved himself to be absolutely useless and weird.Â
Maybe it was his team captain complex, but Niki seemed to notice many things that others didn't. His duty was to take care of his teammates, so catching onto the tiniest things was inevitable.Â
âWhatâs wrong with Jay?â you question, and he laughs wondering if the words will even peer out of his mouth.Â
âHeâs like, fucking pervertedâ he laughs âWell maybe not that badly, but still, heâs just proper dodgyâÂ
You're shocked at his admission, and internally glad your best-friend got over him so quickly.Â
Your conversation with Niki seemed to flow so easily. You never had to try hard, something always slipping off your tongue, his personality making it so easy. You never thought youâd have so much in common with Niki, so much to talk to him about. You were so fixated on something that was beyond his control, instead of pissing Jake off for being a horrible friend.Â
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âI need to go to the bathroom quickly before the game startsâ Hana said hurriedly, her small figure rushing towards the bathroom, making you smile to yourself.Â
You blush. You remember the brief mention Hana made, expressing the want for a more romantic expose of the relationship between you and Niki. You wonder if Niki remembers too.Â
Usually you never cared for the highschool football games, skipping in order to study more or spend time with your best-friend. This time was different, you felt like a trophy to your oh-so-fake boyfriend, excited to see what comes after he scores a winning touchdown.Â
âCan we talk?â Minjunâs voice takes you by surprise, making you stop in a halt.Â
âUh, sureâ you reply, taken aback by the sudden serious tone and demeanor, knowing him from the bubbly personality and sweet voice.Â
âI know youâre faking itâ your heart sinks âWhy are you doing this? Why are you doing this to yourself? Seriously, Niki?â he asks, and you go completely silent, trying to figure out a reasonable answer to his accusations.Â
âI donât know what youâre talking about Minjun,â you say after a moment of uncomfortable silence.Â
A frown tugs at the corners of his mouth. He didnât expect that reply. He doesnât know what he really expected in the first place.Â
âFor whatever reason you are doing this, you couldâve just asked me. Why didnât you ask me? I wouldâve helped you, no matter how stupid it isâ he kept going, and it felt like you were digging yourself deeper into this lie.Â
He remembers standing in this same place, your hand hitting his arm playfully, your eyes lighting up at anything he said. In some way, he feels just as barren and vulnerable in your silence as he had that day.Â
âMinjun, I think you should go join the rest of the team. Theyâre probably looking for youâ you answered, wondering why Hana hasnât come to save you by now.Â
âI really liked you Y/n. Like really fucking liked you. I donât know why you're doing this, especially why youâre helping out that asshole Nikiâ he added quietly, as Hana came up to the two of you.Â
âMinjun!â she smiled at him, and he forced one himself âFighting Minjunnie! Iâm rooting for you! We both are!â she cheered.Â
âSurelyâ he said, leaving the two of you.Â
Hana turned to you confused with Minjun's sudden ignorance âDid you two fight or something?â she asked.Â
âItâs nothing. I think heâs just stressed outâ you replied calmly, leading the girl out to the bleachers.Â
You tried to focus. You tried to be the perfect (fake) girlfriend for Niki, as he played one of his most important games, but Minjunâs words sunk so deep. They were all you could think about.Â
You couldn't quite figure out why you didn't just admit it. Why didn't just tell him everything and end the bet with Niki? You wanted to so badly before.Â
âSungchan is playing like a bitch right nowâ Eunseok commented, disappointed with his friends performance.Â
âDon't say that, Eunseok!â Hana slaps his forearm and he laughs at her anger.Â
At least you knew she was still crushing on him, instead of Jay.Â
âNo seriously, what is going on with that manâ Sunghoon said, squinting slightly, his eyes trailing behind Sungchans figure.Â
Hana kept hushing them, begging for her friends to not speak so badly about her soon-to-be husband. You found it adorable, noting to ask Niki to set her up with him.Â
âOur boy is doing so well though. Maybe he actually needed a girl in his lifeâ Eunseok smiled at you.Â
You felt a heat rush to your cheeks at his words, wondering if he actually performed any better this time.Â
Maybe he was trying to show off in front of you? Or make you proud?Â
âHeâs been training like crazyâ you say, and they keep hyping him up.Â
âJakey, are you okay?â Hana asked the boy sitting next to you, concerned when she noticed his tired face.Â
He smiled âIâm fine, Hana. Donât worryâ he said fondly âLook Sungchan is waving at youâ he pointed, the girl immediately turning her figure towards him to wave back.Â
âDid you just see that? He waved at me! Sungchan waved at me!â Hana gleamed excitedly, Eunseok looking at her with disgust.Â
âI canât believe you like his bitchassâ he half-smiled, shaking his head in a playful act of disbelief.Â
âAren't you two friends? Oh Iâm so telling him about thisâ she replied, and he put his hands up.Â
âMaybe your fantasy will come trueâ you inquire, and Hanaâs mind races back to the moment she imagined a dreamy kiss on the field.Â
âWith the way heâs playing, I doubt there will be anything to celebrateâ Jake said, and Hana hummed tiredly.Â
âCan you guys leave him alone? Heâs tired, okay?â she mused, and everyone nodded, done with teasing the girl.Â
You canât help but stare at Niki. Even with the heavy gear, he still manages to look good. When did he get so attractive? How come youâve never noticed the pretty little mole on his chin, his gorgeous lips that begged for your touch, and eyes that grew whenever he talked about something he loves. He was right in front of you this whole time.Â
You practically begged for Minjunâs attention just a couple weeks back, yet now you felt yourself fading away from the feelings for him. You canât bring yourself to come up with any conclusion, or to bother with distractions, but why? Why was it so hard to just accept the truth as it was: you wanted Niki to want you.Â
The game was nearing the end, and Niki could already smell the victory coming his way. He wanted to make you proud, he wanted to see your smile while you ran up to him, praises spewing from your mouth as he hugs you tightly. He hated that it was all fake, the realization dawning upon him; he wants you to want him.Â
But he knows deep down that itâll never be the two of you.Â
A loud horn breaks your trail of thoughts, the audience screaming happily as Niki scores the winning touchdown. It was just like how you imagined, wondering if heâll actually kiss you now. You know you wanted him to.Â
He took off his helmet, his hair ruffled, beads of sweat falling down his face, but a wide smile when he spots you with a wide grin striding towards him. Itâs just like he imagined.Â
He doesnât know what to do. Everyone is looking, and this is the moment he could victoriously hold you. It would make his ego grow, the perfect highschool popular kid image never dwindling, but what would you think of it? God what if you pushed him off of you in front of everyone.Â
As much as he could prevent things from happening or predict anything, he couldnât have known that you would be the one to initiate his deep rooted fantasy. He couldnât have prepared himself for your pretty lips that pressed against him in a chaste, sweet kiss. You felt so good against him, and he couldnât find himself pulling away. He never expected himself to enjoy such a fucking cliche moment- but here he was, wanting more and more.Â
He wants to tell you everything in that moment- how he wanted this too, how heâd imagined your lips against his, and how he wants to kiss you everywhere. He knows he could. Heâd even blame it on the slip of his unruly tongue. Yet there was a boundary heâd have to walk upon, a fear of losing you prevailing his selfishness. He knows he wonât.Â
âWh-â he tries, and fails to still his breathing. Niki hopes you canât hear the tremble in his voice âHow was it?â he asks, his voice unsteady. He doesnât care though.Â
âYour game or the kissâ you smile, and he wonders how you can be so calm about this.Â
He smiles shyly âBothâÂ
âStopâ you laugh and he feels himself float above his body âYou did greatâÂ
âAll for youâ his response is amorous.Â
Niki canât help but laugh at your silence, watching you replay those words in your head. He pats your head, and throws his arm over your shoulder.Â
How could any of this possibly be fake?Â
âGood fucking game dudeâ Eunseok exclaimed, with a bright smile on his face, as everyone else decided to join you by Nikiâs side.Â
You looked around, a giddy and gleeful Hana, hugging a tired and sweaty Sungchan, as he smiled at her affection. Everyone had happily come down to congratulate the team, but Minjun was nowhere to be seen. Maybe you never intended to hurt him, but you so obviously did.Â
âJake you better fucking continue this energy at your disgustingly rich mansionâ Sunghoon warned, and Jake smiled at his words.Â
âYou donât have to worry about thatâ he replied contentedly, and you were glad to see him like this.Â
Jake was rich. Like really fucking rich. To the point that he was offended when âeat the richâ was trending, defending that he didnât choose this life. His mansion in the hills was the go to spot for summer and any other party.
 But then again, itâs not like he didnât have people to clean up after everything goes silent.Â
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âY/n!â you turned, your eyes meeting Wonbinâs, as you entered the kitchen you knew better than anyone present.Â
You smiled, as the boy moved in your direction holding a red solo cup.Â
Wonbin was your designated drink mixer and party buddy for whatever event hosted by whoever. You wouldn't call him a close friend, rather a person youâd talk to only on a special occasion.Â
âWhere your boyfriend at?â he asked with a grin, making you chuckle.Â
The word didn't make your heart feel weird anymore. It felt so natural, normal, and sometimes youâd even forget it was all fake. For the past couple of weeks youâve learned to forget easily, not wanting to pick apart Nikiâs actions to maybe notice a pattern. You didnât want to accidentally misinterpret.Â
âProbably playing some stupid game in the living roomâ you sighed, hoping to get a little more out of him this time.Â
You knew that the fake relationship was coming to an end, it already had gone on for way too long.Â
âMhmâ Wonbin hummed, resting his body on the kitchen counter âItâs fake isnât it?â he asked, taking you by surprise.Â
You had absolutely no idea what to say. Wonbin really wasn't a part of any friend group you knew or were in, so what was the shame in telling him the truth? But itâd hurt your pride too much to say the truth out loud.Â
You avoided eye contact, not knowing what reply would secure your safety and not damage your pride. Your silence made Wonbin laugh âCâmon, you can tell meâÂ
âItâs so embarrassingâ you admit, and he shakes his head.Â
âNot really. Thereâs plenty of girls who dream of this whole fake dating type of shitâ he defended, and it made you smile lightly.Â
He was right. There were girls out there who fantasized about a fake relationship, and there definitely were also girls who dream about a relationship with Nishimura Riki.Â
Even though you initially hated his guts, maybe you were lucky after all?Â
âI just can't comprehend the fact you chose Niki out of all people to be your fake boyfriendâ he chuckled, and took a sip of his own drink.Â
âIt was his idea, I promiseâ you replied, and Wonbin mouthed a âno fucking wayâ, unable to imagine Niki, the person who swore he hated everything about you, ask you to be his fake girlfriend.Â
âPeople can be really annoying, and I guess we just had some things in common after allâ you added, and he nodded, still trying to visualize the situation you described.Â
In a way it felt good to tell someone. You had been hiding it for so long, the lies eating you alive.Â
It had been so long that you didn't even know what had become of this initially fake relationship. The line had already been blurred a long time ago, and it was hard to move along it at this point. He had done so many things, in private, that you didn't know where you stood anymore.Â
âI can tell you actually like himâ Wonbin admitted, once again taking you by surprise âThe way you talk about him, itâs differentâÂ
âYou act so smart and psychological, itâs so annoyingâ you huffed, and turned away from him, chugging the drink he had previously made for you.Â
He laughed âThe truth hurts, doesn't it?âÂ
âI donât like Nikiâ you said, trying to sound as confident as you could, but Wonbin saw right through you anyway.Â
He didn't want to continue the topic, knowing he had already exhausted your limits. You also knew that no matter what, admitting something like that out loud wouldn't be easy either.Â
The built up hatred and anger you had for Niki, couldn't have just disappeared so easily after a couple conversations and hangouts. But it did. And it frustrated you so much.Â
âYou guys playing spin the bottle in the living room with us?â a red faced Hana asked, peeking her head into the kitchen slightly.Â
âWith us, meaning?â Wonbin asked, making Hana slightly stumble into the kitchen.Â
She started putting down her fingers âWell me, obviouslyâ she smiled âSungchannie, thank godâ she let out a steady, thankful breath âSome girls, Oh Jia, Lee Chae, I donât really recognize the rest. Oh, and Eunseok, Yang Jungwon, Minjunnie and some othersâ she went on, her drunken state making the explanation much longer than it should've been.Â
âNo, no, no! Niki too! Y/n you need to come!â she exclaimed, eyes wide. She took your hand and pulled you with her.Â
You looked at Wonbin pleadingly, and with a small smile he trailed right behind the two of you. He always claimed to be âtoo oldâ for those type of games, but always ended up staying till the end of any.Â
Park Wonbin was truly full of shit.Â
Your eyes met Nikiâs as he sat in the circle, his back pressed against the couch. You looked at him, mouthing âwhat are you doingâ and he pointed to Oh Jia sitting across from him.Â
You knew she liked him, and it definitely didn't make you happy.Â
âI can see some couples here, yall into shit like this?â Jungwon asked, eyeing not only you and Niki, but Hana and Sungchan who seemed to have already made the news that went around school.Â
You chuckled quietly and shook your head âItâs nothing that serious, just a stupid gameâÂ
âIt will be serious for you soonâ Jia mumbled, her friend turning to her with a shit eating grin.Â
Oh if they only knew how absolutely out of it they looked. What the fuck were they even talking about anyway.Â
âI donât think we should be playing thisâ you whispered to Niki, who previously patted down a seat for you next to himself.Â
âLook how many people are playing, doubt me or you will get chosenâ he smiled, and you nodded.
Still, isn't the sole fact you are even agreeing to participate weird? Shouldnât you be mingling in a closet somewhere deep inside the house? God what was he thinking. This was so unbelievable, and you weren't surprised that Wonbin had caught on.Â
âMe first!â Hana cheered excitedly, as Eunseok had finally brought a bottle to play with.Â
You looked over at Sungchan, who had a sad expression on his face. You could see his eyes praying on the bottle to land on him, his hands trembling with each spin. It was cute.Â
The Gods above must have heard his prayers, the bottle landing on him with no doubt.Â
He smiled and leaned into your bestfriend to plant a quick kiss on her lips. She pouted and grabbing his head, pushed for more. Maybe she was drunk, but you knew sheâd remember this well. Although a witness, youâd hear about it for a long long time.Â
âIâm guessing you donât want to spin, Sungchan?â Eunseok chuckled, and the boy holding onto Hana, shook his head no.Â
âTwo players down so quicklyâ a boy with black hair, who you didn't recognize, commented.Â
While Jungwon went in to spin, your eyes caught Minjunâs. You couldn't read him, his expression stone cold. He was either mad at you or didn't care. Thatâs the thing, you didn't know.Â
âStop looking at himâ Niki whispered, cutting your moment with Minjun short.Â
âI think heâs mad at meâ you said, and Niki furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.Â
âWhy?â he asked, eyeing Minjun down.Â
âHe figured it out, you know, figured us outâ you replied, putting emphasis on the word âusâ âI didn't admit, obviously, and thatâs why I think heâs mad. Heâs convinced I played him on purposeâ you added, and Nikiâs gaze softened.Â
âIâm sorryâ he said quietly, his eyes falling onto his lap.Â
You looked at him confused, âWhat are you talking about?âÂ
He finally looked over at you, his face displaying a half smile, that felt cold to you âI ruined your chances with Minjun. I guess I was only thinking about myself back then, so Iâm saying sorry. I can talk to him when this is overâ he answered, and you felt your heart break.Â
He didn't like Minjun, you knew it very well. Minjun knew it too. But somehow he felt bad for the both of you. If only he knew how much you didn't care about Kim Minjun at this moment. How much you actually cared about the boy next to you. Maybe if he knew he wouldn't feel so sorry, you thought.Â
âYou don't have to be sorry, Niki. We both wanted thisâ you smiled, and squeezed his hand.Â
âI can tell Niki really wants to go nowâ Sunghoon exclaimed, and hurried Niki to spin the bottle.Â
The boy hesitated, looking over at you. You nodded for him to go ahead with a smile. God was this weird? You agreeing to your (fake) boyfriend playing fucking spin the bottle. Not only that , but playing with him. This was so stupid.Â
He took the small soju bottle, and spinned it lightly. He prayed it would fall on you.Â
Or one of his bros, no homo of course.Â
The music was blaring, and you hoped that bottle could feel your intense stare, successfully landing on you.Â
As much as luck was on Sungchanâs side today, he seemingly took all of it with him earlier. The bottle pointed straight at Oh Jia, the girl who was known for her little obsession with Niki.Â
She looked at you with a disgusting smile, and moved her body towards Niki. He looked at you, and you didn't even know what to say. You couldn't tell him no, he wasn't yours after all.Â
âSorry, Y/nâ she muttered, and you felt your blood boil at her annoying, high pitched voice.Â
She moved even closer, but her actions were stopped with Niki moving the bottle's nozzle to point at you.Â
He didn't even let you or Jia speak, eagerly going in to kiss your lips he missed so much. It hasn't even been 3 hours since you initiated the first one, but his lips starved for your touch. You could feel it. You could feel the desperation in his movements. The taste of his chapstick mixing in with the saliva, it was much more passionate than last time.Â
âPayback for last timeâ he mumbled, pulling away, his voice unsteady.Â
You looked at him dumbfounded. What the fuck did he just do? Was this another stunt to show off his cool, popular boy persona, cause it seemed just like that. But you couldn't blame him either, you started it.Â
No matter what, it felt good, and you wondered how to get yourself to stop.Â
âThatâs cheating!â Jiaâs friend exclaimed, crossing her arms.Â
âThe bottle is clearly on her, I don't know what you're talking aboutâ Wonbin defended, and you smiled at him.Â
Jia huffed, leaving the game along with her friend.Â
âWeâll leave tooâ you said, watching them go upstairs.Â
Jungwon sighed âIâm forced to kiss the boys nowâÂ
You looked around, not a single woman in the circle that was initially full.Â
You pulled Nikiâs hand, taking him to an empty room. He felt confident at that moment, rehearsing his confession in his head. He was going to tell you. He was going to tell you, and it was going to be amazing. Youâd listen to him in awe, and then agree to be his actual girlfriend.Â
âI have something to tell youâ he said, as you closed the door behind yourself.Â
He sat down on the bed, and you stood in front of him âMe tooâÂ
âYou go firstâ he smiled, and you looked out the window, the words lingering at the tip of your tongue.Â
You wanted to tell him how you actually felt. But you knew you couldn't. You were enemies, nothing more.Â
âWe should end this,â you said after a moment of silence.Â
_____Â
Things had gone back to normal.Â
You didnât expect much from Niki, guessing heâd either be overly nice to you, expressing his thankfulness for helping him get rid of annoying fangirls, or go back to being annoying himself.Â
But he was neither. He didnât say anything. Just like he didnât say anything that day, he had gone completely quiet ever since. Instead of teasing you, he ignored you.Â
He ate lunch with the football team, and it hurt you to see him laugh purely with them. It even seemed like he had gotten along with Minjun, which confused you even further. They hated each other, but now? It seemed like they were just laughing at your misery, getting high off of seeing you like this. Was this just a huge plan to get you looking like a complete loser?
Maybe he shouldâve been sorry that day, not only did you lose Minjun, but everyone of your fanboys at this school. That sounded awful, but it was partially true.
You two had only revealed the 'breakup' to your closest friends, not exactly reaching any agreement regarding the rest of the students.Â
You could pretend to be mad at him in front of your friends, but it hurt you so much. It hurt to see him behave like this towards you, knowing you did nothing wrong. You two were never real, so why was he so different so suddenly. You just hoped that it was a performance for your friends to make it more believable, but as days went by, you started to doubt it.Â
âThis is a sign that I shouldnât regret not dating Hana,â Sunghoon chuckled, looking over at the table Niki was seemingly having more fun at. He never laughed like this with all of you.Â
Was it all for show?
âFuck offâ you mumbled, looking down at your lunch, which was vastly unappetising today.Â
âItâs not your fault, Y/n, donât worry. For all I know, it was probably his fault anywaysâ Jake said, which made you suddenly look up from your food for the first time in a while.Â
âYou defending me?â you chuckled, and he shrugged.Â
You looked over at Niki once again, attempting to catch him looking at you too.Â
But he canât. He canât bear to look at you. He can only think about the dark heat of that room, your words ringing in his ears. Resisting the searing force that wanted, more than anything, to try and tell you again.Â
âGod, this is so annoying!â Hana exclaimed âY/nnie didnât do anything, and heâs acting like a pussy all of a suddenâÂ
She pouted, a weird vibe circulating all of you today. It felt like you were mourning him in some way.Â
You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket, a text message from Minjun lighting up your homescreen. It was ironic, a picture of you and Niki on your lock screen, a message from Minjun decorating it.Â
Minjun: Can we talk?Â
You thought about replying, the scenarios of him playing a stupid prank on you along with Niki replaying in your mind. Nevertheless, you texted back a short confirmation, and locked your phone.Â
You could feel his eyes on you, as you set your phone down on the table.Â
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âWhat did you want to talk about?â you asked, your voice unsure of the situation.Â
It felt familiar, meeting in the equipment room, but this time instead of Niki who had the prettiest face out there, it was Kim Minjun.
âI knew it was fakeâ he said, and you felt a heat rise to your cheeks.Â
You looked away from him, your eyes landing on the window. The sky was gray, the sun no longer shining in through it.Â
âI donât want to talk about this again, Minjun,â you sighed, tired of the topic already. Especially tired of talking about it with him.Â
âNo thatâs not the pointâ he stopped you from leaving, you turned towards him once again.Â
âThen what is it Minjun? Did Niki tell you all about it? Did he tell you how stupid I was to fall for him, even though it was all fake? Did you get me to come here only so you could make fun of me for being so naive? Is that what it is?â you blurted out. You had suddenly lost control over your words, your response coming out much harsher than you intended.Â
âWhat are you talking about? Do you seriously think Iâm plotting behind your back with Niki?â he asked hurriedly.Â
Now that he said it, out loud, it sounded so stupid. You knew Niki long enough to know he hates Minjun more than he has ever hated you, and would never ever make any deal with him.
âMaybeâ you huffed, turning from him âI donât know Minjun. Can you just say it already?âÂ
He sat down on the chair in the far right corner, his hand signaling for you to come closer, patting down the chair next to him.Â
âI guess I did sort of figure it out, the fact that what you and Niki had was fake. But he told me about it himself recently. He also said you didnât intend to hurt me, and that he forced you to do this whole fake dating thingâ Minjun relayed the message, and you didnât know Niki would remember your conversation during that stupid game.Â
Niki was evidently mad at you for ending things with him, but encouraging Minjun to try with you once again? That was what pissed you off the most, you couldnât figure him out in any possible way. One day you canât figure out the actual intention behind his words, exchanging sweet words and kisses, and the other, going back to complete strangers. Not even enemies, strangers.Â
âHe really said that?â you asked, and Minjun nodded âI really didnât want to hurt you Minjun. Iâm sorry for leading you on, in some way. I shouldâve never agreed to it in the first placeâ you add, avoiding eye contact with the boy.Â
You hear him chuckle, and with a furrow to your eyebrows you look up at him.Â
He smiles âItâs not your fault I already know that much. I shouldnât have blown up on you before the match like that anyways. It truly is none of my business who you hang out withâ he assured, and it made you feel a little better.Â
âI know, but I just hope you can still speak to me comfortably after thisâ you gave him a small smile, still unsure of your situation with him.Â
âIâm not going to try and get with you again though, don't worryâ he said calmly, and although you knew it, it still felt weird to hear.Â
You chuckled âNot to sound selfish, but why? Am I not cute anymore?â you pouted sarcastically, and he laughed.Â
âI can see you like him, like a lot. I even felt stupid for saying those things to you, cause you made it so believable at the party. The way you look at him, the way you speak to him, thatâs not fake. All of it is real, and I wouldnât want to stand in the middle of thatâ he answered, and you felt your heart skip a beat.Â
And you thought you were good at hiding it.Â
âNiki doesnât feel the same thoughâ you gave him a sad smile, fiddling with the material of your sweater.Â
âYou think so?â he asks, but it doesn't necessarily sound like a question.Â
You hum in agreement, and he chuckles lightly âThe same goes for him. Trust me itâs real. I can see it, hear it and feel it. The way his voice was so sad yet hopeful when he spoke to me about you, I know he likes you. Niki is just really stubborn, and heâd rather live in misery and not tell anyone instead of just admitting his feelings to you, or honestly anyone elseâ he explains, and you feel your heart start to beat faster.Â
Was he right? Did Niki like you? Or did Minjun have a terrible judge of character and all this way a complete bullshit.
âWhat should I do then? Gosh this is so annoyingâ you sighed, combing your fingers through your hair.Â
âTell him? What else is there to do? If Iâm wrong, which Iâm notâ he smiled proudly â-and he doesnât like you, I owe you big timeâ he offered.Â
âI donât know if I should take that risk, thoughâ you said, and he rolled his eyes playfully.Â
âDo you really want it to be like this for the rest of highschool? God, if he doesnât like you, youâll just find someone betterâÂ
Easier said than done.Â
But maybe he was right. At the end of the day you had nothing to lose, so why not just tell him?
âFineâ you grumble, and he laughs, taking your hand to pull you out of the room, before any teacher finds you.Â
_____
You had left a note in his locker the next day, too scared to face him yourself.Â
You waited, hiding your body behind the huge column, peeking to see if he had come to grab something from his locker already.
You felt like one of his fangirls. Giggling to yourself, as you awaited the arrival of your mighty savior, Nishimura Riki, hoping you are the one he picks. Hoping that he reads your note, and whispers an âI like you tooâ rosy cheeked, hot breath and all.Â
How did you get like this? You curse yourself for letting something so seemingly small, so innocent, writhe under your skin and possess your mind.Â
You didnât catch it, lost in your mind, envisioning the numerous scenarios that could occur after he receives your note.Â
He sighs with annoyance, a note filling his locker, it had been so long since he received one, it felt unfamiliar. Niki was frustrated, hoping that the notes werenât making a sudden comeback.Â
He opens it, curious as to what it may be. He couldnât help it, wanting to remind himself of the feeling reading confessions like this brought him. But what he didnât expect was to see your name written on it.Â
He thought it may have been a prank, a stupid way to get you back together made up by your dear friends, but it wasnât. This was your handwriting, the same one that wrote all his physics notes and study guides.Â
âNiki, itâs Y/n. This is weird isnât it? Like me writing notes to you. I hope you donât see the pink envelope, and throw it out like you always do. But Iâll know if you do, anyways. Well first of all I wanted to apologize. I donât even know what for, so this may be stupid, but I feel like I should. You looked so sad, and I know itâs because of me. So Iâm sorry, Niki. If I did something wrong, something to hurt you, please tell me! Anyways, I wanted to tell you something. I like you Nishimura Riki. Iâve liked you for a long, long time now, but I myself didnât know it just yet. But Iâm saying it now, and I'm very much sure of it. I guess it took some stupid physics tutoring, geeky Wonbin and finally Minjun whom you hate so much for me to realize. God, maybe I shouldnât talk about him in a note where I confess to you? Forget it. I didnât kiss you that day to show off, I kissed you because I really freaking wanted to. And it felt so good when I did. So please donât think I ended things with you that day because you kissed me, no, not at all. I guess I just couldnât stand this relationship being fake, because to me, all the things I did were real. You donât have to reciprocate, or even say anything, I just wanted you to know. And I would hope you feel the same, but itâs okay if you donâtâÂ
His mouth runs dry.Â
It explodes in his chest all at once; how bad he wants to grab a fistfull of your blazer, stroke his fingers against your ivory jaw, and kiss you senseless. He would rub his thumb against your swollen lips, and tell you how much he likes you.Â
He looks around, spotting your shoe slightly peeking out from behind the column a little ahead of the lockers.Â
âBaek Y/n!â he shouts, and you're suddenly brought back to reality.Â
Your mind had been rushing for so long, you didnât even notice Niki walking up to his locker, and managing to even read the whole note.Â
You slightly peek your head out, and catch his eyes already looking at you. He strides towards you quickly, and you canât tell if heâs mad or happy. He holds the note in his hand tightly as he stands in front of you.Â
âWhat is this?â he smirks, and you still canât tell if heâs about to make fun of you or return your feelings.Â
You shrug, looking away from him.Â
âItâs cute. You even put those stickers we bought at the stationery store on itâ he points out, chuckling, and grabs your hand so you can face him again. âWhat do you think Iâll say now?â he tilts his head, and you find it incredibly attractive.Â
âI donât knowâ you murmured, unsure of the situation you have gotten yourself into.Â
âLetâs seeâ he scans the note again âI think I like you tooâ he smiles, and you donât know if heâs fucking with you or not.Â
âYou think?â you ask, copying his action by tilting your head slightly.Â
He laughs âAre you really going to make me say it?âÂ
You nod with a smile âMmmâÂ
âYes Y/n, I like you. I donât think I like you, I definitely like you. Iâve also liked you for a long time, but I didnât want to admit it because I knew you probably didnât. And that day, when you ended things, I wanted to tell you. But Iâm glad you did it, even if I had to wait a little longer. That fake relationship was fucking with my head big timeâ he answers, and you feel stupid for not letting him speak first that day. You couldâve avoided this whole misunderstanding.Â
But things happen for a reason.Â
âAre you being for real?â you ask, and he chuckles.Â
He grabs your shoulders âVery realâÂ
You pull him closer, tightly embracing his body. He smiles, the familiar scent hitting his nose. Nikiâs cheeks are glowing red, and he canât hide his toothy smile.Â
âSo would you want to be my girlfriend, like my real girlfriendâ he asks, his voice muffled by the material of your sweater.Â
You laugh lightly at his tone âI donât knowâŠ. You tell meâ you tease, and he pulls away to look at you with a small pout.Â
âCmon, just tell meâ he pleads.Â
âYes Niki, I want to be your real girlfriendâ you answer, emphasizing the word ârealâ.Â
Now you could finally enjoy him, and by the way your heart beat, this time you were certain it was real.Â
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Please more on sub Kenji PLEASEEEEEEEđđ
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BIRTHDAY BOY
pairing: ultraman: rising â kenji sato x fem!reader
word counting: 2.4k
content warning: not proofreader | sub!kenji | maybe an occ kenji but who cares | pegging | use of toys (strap-on) | fingering (male recieving) | dumbification (kenji wants to get pregnant woops) | mention of pregnancy | breeding kink | hands-free cumming | maybe too cheesy. i just love this man TT lots of kisses and praises | aftercare and maybe other content that i'm forgetting about :/
summary: after discussing about pegging with kenji, he purchases something on his birthday. a strap-on!
side note: english is not my first lenguage, so i apologize in advance for any grammar mistakes
"Ta-da!"
[Name] glances at the gift-wrapped box that Kenji had just placed on her lap before looking up again, finding her boyfriend's excited face looking at her right back.
"A gift? For me? But it's your birthday" she reminds him, taking the box and starting to tear the paper anyways.
"Uh-huh. It's a gift for you, but technically it's still something that will be used on me" Kenji explains, making [Name] look up again, confused, before looking back at the already unwrapped box. She looks at the object with a surprised face.
'Sexy fantasy. Silicone strap-on' was what the box said, showing a picture of the product inside.
To be completely honest, it wasn't a surprise at all. For almost a month now, [Name] herself had brought the topic of pegging to the table with Kenji, excited to try it out, but also understanding if it was something he wasn't comfortable with. From Kenji's face, she could tell that he was scared, maybe even a little bit upset? But two days after he had said that he was going to think about it, one night before going to sleep, Kenji had said yes when he was already in dreamland.
After confirming it again the next day -becuase [Name] thought that he was just talking in his sleep- they began with small sessions to prepare Kenji. The first one was full of nerves.
"Is it going to hurt?" Kenji asks as he watches his girlfriend climb onto the bed after bringing the bottle of lube from the bathroom.
"Maybe a little, but I'm going to do my best so it doesn't hurt too much. I promise" she reassures him, caressing her arm as she looks into his eyes with her pupils dilated with love. "Besides" she continued, "we'll stop if you want to, just say the word. We don't have to finish this in one day. So if you feel uncomfortable, just say it, okay?"
"Won't you be angry?" he asks again, taking his girlfriend's hand in his, stroking her knuckles with his thumb.
"Of course not" she responds quickly. [Name] cradles Kenji's face between both of her hands, making him look into her eyes. "This is to make you feel good, okay? I don't want any more than that, and if you don't feel good about this now, we'll stop, okay? No problem" she nods her head at him and then leans in to leave a kiss on his forehead.
After a few more moments of reassurance, they finally began. Kenji's underwear was discarded somewhere in the room, leaving him at the mercy of his girlfriend who only looked at him with adoring eyes.
"You look very pretty, Kenji" she praised him, placing a kiss on his inner thigh. Kenji breathes raggedly, feeling the sensations of his girlfriend's caresses with every fiber of his body.
The insertion of [Name]'s index finger was slow. She looked up all the time, analyzing the gestures on her boyfriend's face while her finger sank deeper and deeper into him.
"It's all in" she announced when it really was, taking her boyfriend's hand with her free hand. She gave it a small squeeze and moved it to heer lips to place a kiss on his knuckles. "How do you feel? Did it hurt?"
Kenji lifts his head from the fluffy pillows to look at his girlfriend with dizzy eyes. "I'm fine, I'm fine" he reassures, "it only stung a little, but it was fine"
[Name] smiles, caressing his knuckles lovingly. "Okay, I'm going to stop for a bit until you get used to it and then I'll move, okay?" she watched as Kenji nodded his head. "Words, baby"
"Yeah, yeah⊠okay" Kenji responds, giving his girlfriend a small smile.
For his first session, Kenji managed to take 2 fingers quite well. After that, the next sessions became looser and Kenji became more vocal about the places he liked to be touched. He even almost came without hands!
So yes, the subject about pegging was nothing strange for the couple, but [Name] never thought that Kenji would buy a strap-on on his own. She looks back at her boyfriend.
"Are you sure you want to do it today?" she asks, feeling a little nervous.
"What better day than today?" Kenji asked with a teasing tone. Noticing his girlfriend's nerves, his eyes softened and he walked over to sit next to her. "Hey" he calls, cupping her face with both hands, "I trust you, okay? And I trust that you'll not hurt me and you'll make me feel good, like you always do" he reassures, smiling at her. He kisses her lips softly, condoning all of their love in that kiss. "I love you" he whispered against her lips after breaking away from the kiss.
[Name] smiles, placing another small kiss on Kenji's lips. "I love you too" she whispers. "Now come on, I have to make the birthday boy feel good" she stands with the box in her hands, and Kenji is quick to follow her with a smile.
"Wooow!" he cheers with is arms uo, before hugging his girlfriend from behind and walking together to the bedroom.
Kenji spreads kisses all over his girlfriend's abdomen, hips and thighs, while she tries to fasten the strap-on on her hips.
"Excited?" she asks with a teasing tone. Kenji rests his chin on her stomach, hugging her legs.
"Yup" he replies, placing another kiss next to [Name]'s navel. "I can't wait to have you inside me" he purrs, watching her from below with half-lidded eyes.
[Name] was about to say something, until her words were trapped in her mouth when she saw how her boyfriend took that silicone dick and began to caress it as if it were a real one.
Leaving kisses along the toy, Ken looks up again, making eye contact with his girlfriend as he runs his tongue from the base to the tip of the fake dick, making [Name] shudder
"Shit, babyâŠ" she reaches out her hand, running her fingers through Kenji's hair.
Placing another kiss on his girlfriend's hip, Kenji speaks again as he masturbates the silicone cock. "I learned a thing or two while you were away" he declares, before -much to [Name]'s surprise- taking the entire length of the toy into his mouth.
"Ken- Oh dear. Kenji" she cups his cheek, looking at him with admiration as he begins to bob his head. "You never cease to amaze me"
"Please, baby" Kenji begged between licks and kisses, "fuck me good" he whispered, looking at her with begging eyes. [Name] smiles, amazed at how bold Kenji could become.
"That I'll do" she whispers, bending down to catch Kenji's lips on a feverish kiss. They fall into the sheets, [Name] on top on Kenji as she takes his briefs off without looking, freeing Kenji's hard cock into the cold air.
He keeps on spreading kisses on [Name]'s body as she stretchs to grab the lube bottle from the night stand. She kisses his lips once again. "How do you wanna do it, birthday boy?" she asks, uncapping the bottle and squeezing some of the lub on the plastic dick, spreading it with her hand on a jerking motion.
"I wanna see your face" he says, propping on his elbows to see her better.
"Then we'll stay like this" she shrugs, smiling at Ken.
[Name] slips three fingers with ease inside of Kenji, thrusting them in and drawing moans from his lips. "I forgot how good they feel" Ken sighs, moving his hips to slightly ride your fingers.
"Yeah? Do you like them more than my cock?" [Name] teases.
"I'll have to try it first to figure that out" he teases back.
They share a wet kiss as [Name] takes her fingers out and position herself between Ken's legs again. Aligning the dildo with Kenji's hole, she looks up at him. "Are you ready?" she asks, concern back in her eyes.
Ken props in his elbows once again, pulling [Name] closer with a hand behind her neck. "I've been ready since I said yes" he reassures, leaving a short kiss on her lips, "now please, put it in?" he reaches out his hand, taking the dildo and putting it back on its rightful place. [Name] cooperates and moves her hips to push it in, slowly. Ken throws his head back, hitting the pillows. "Mmh" he mumbles, looking up at his girlfriend with adoring eyes.
[Name] bottoms out, and her hands run up and down against Kenji's long legs, caressing them to bring some comfort at the strange intruding sensation. She moves her hands all up Ken's body, bending down to litter his stomach and chest with kisses, finally reaching his lips and kissing him softly.
"You're so pretty Ken. So good for me" praises fall from her lips as she follows her kisses on his shoulder, caressing his hips with her thumbs.
After a few moments being cuddled up, Ken kisses [Name]'s cheek to gain her attention. "You can move now" he whispers, smiling softly at her.
Without wanting to make him wait more, [Name] obeys and start moving her hips slowly, eyes fixated in the way Ken throws his head back in the pillows and moans softly at the movement inside of him. Soon, she starts picking up her pace, going faster and faster.
Ken's mouth opens, moaning without shame. He grabs [Name]'s arms that are on each side of his hips, searching for support in the sea of pleasure he just jumped in.
"Does it feels good?" [Name] asks between whispers, erratic breathing due the constant thrusting.
"So good, baby, nnngh- Please! Faster, fuck me faster!" he whines, getting a hold of his girlfriend and hugging her from her shoulders.
[Name] took a grasp of Ken's hips and did as he asked, fucking him faster. The bed moved below them, hitting on the wall softly, but who cared about that now? Definitely not Kenji, who's eyes were way back as he hugged his girlfriend, strong body easily bouncing on her hips.
The room was filled with his moans and the sound of skin slapping. His harden cock, poorly neglected, was rubbing in between their bodies, pre sprouting from the tip and making it more slippery.
After so many position changes, [Name] had finally found Kenji's prostate. He had gone silence, hugging one of the pillows as the tip of the toy hitted that spot again and again on a loop.
"You close, baby?" [Name] asks with a kiss on his shoulder, her hips never stopping.
"Yes" he drags the last letter. Ken makes an effort to prop on his elbows to look back, looking at his girlfriend with pleading eyes. "Please..." he whines, "please fill me up, nngh ~ fill me up with your babies. Please..." he keeps on begging, even reaching for [Name]'s wrist to hold onto, looking at her with those pleading puppy eyes.
[Name] gets shocked for a second, and with that, her movements also halt, making Kenji whine. "Baby, you know I can't do that-" another of Kenji's cries interrupt her.
"You can, I know you can!" he whines. "Only you can breed me...please...stuff me with your cum. I promise I'll be a good mama...please?" he babbles, tears already falling from his pretty eyes and moving down on his cheeks.
[Name] stares at him in awe. Something inside of her also changing. All of a sudden, the idea of Kenji bearing her children wasn't so bad. She smiles, resuming her thrusts back on her boyfriend as she hovers over him. "Yeah? You want my cum so bad?"
Ken nods desperately, pouting. "Yeah"
"You'll be a good mama, Ken, I'm sure you will be" she assures, hips moving faster and harder, making Ken fall into the pillows once again. He calls out his girlfriend's name between cries, hugging on the pillow like it was gonna save him from the immense pleasure he was feeling and he couldn't control it.
"Cummin'...nngh, 'm cumming" he mumbles.
"Let's cum together, hmm?" she leaves a kiss on his neck.
Ken moans out loud as he shots his cum into the sheets, dirtying them with ropes and ropes of thick cum. [Name] makes the last thrusts a lot harder, grunting in Kenji's ear, as she had just emptied herself inside him. And Ken could feel it, he swear he could! His girlfriend's hot semen filling him up, it was only a question of time for him to be swollen with her babies! He can't help but smile at the simple thought.
She falls on top of Ken, on his back, and they stay like that for a good couple of minutes before [Name] decides to get up and start cleaning up. She leaves a kiss on Ken's back and neck, whispering lots of praises and "I love you"s.
"You feeling good?" she asks, smiling once Ken had moved onto his back on his own. He smiles up at her, resting a hand on his stomach.
"Better than ever" he replies, looking up at her with adoring eyes as she cleans him up with some wet wipes. "Thank you...for all of this" he suddenly speaks, making [Name] look up at him, finding Ken already looking at her like she's his world -and she, indeed, is-. "You made this the best birthday ever. I love you"
[Name]'s heart swells with love. Bending over, she peppers his face with lots of kisses, making Kenji gigle, and finally, she leaves one on his lip, but Ken grabs her from the neck and kisses her back, slowly and softly. They pull apart, and [Name] is also looking at him like he hangs stars in the night sky. "I love you more, and I'm glad you enjoyed yourself; I loved seeing you like that. We can do it any other day, if you want"
"Uh, yeah?" Ken scoffs. "That was mind-blowing, of course I wanna do it again!" he speaks with enthusiasm, and with a lot of energy for somebody that's been fucked for an hour.
"The neccesary amount of times that it would take me to get you pregnant?" she asks with a teasing tone, laughing her head off when she sees Kenji's expression.
"Oh my god...what did I say?"
After cleaning up the bed, the bath time was filled with laughter and embarrassed grunts from Kenji's part, his cheeks and ears red because of how embarrassed he was at the replays of what he had said. Though, he had to admit...it sounded hot.
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Hey girl, I LOVED YOUR HEADCANONS. Specifically abt Ken x Reader. If you can write about headcanons abt maybe when he's jealous? You covered literally almost everything in your headcanons, so I have nothing to request except this đ
â„ïčkenji sato x gender neutral reader
âŠ. synopsis â part 2 of the kenji sato headcanons because i am totally normal <3
âŠ. love mail â i swear i promise ill post hsr guys đ just let me have my moment w sato i beg. iâve decided to just do this req + add some more hehe. thank you sm requester for enabling my brain rot! (pls more ppl do so)
âŠ. tags â NO SPOILERS, fluff, dadgirl kenji, non-intimate/sexual kissing, kenji sato x reader, i wrote this w my brain off again ( ÂŽÍ áš `Í ;; pls
Jealousy was not fun for the Kenji Sato. Before Emi came along and changed him, I can see him being the type to get jealous easily. Why would you need to talk to other people anyway? You had him, he was the best. Heâd make it real obvious too, suddenly wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close, or the following days he has you wear his iconic jacket while youâre out with him so everyone knows exactly who and what you two are. If it gets to the better of him, heâll get all pouty about it. He wants all your attention, your eyes all over him and him only. Maybe even hands but thatâs a different thing. But I think after Emiâs influence, itâs less possessive and heâs grown to trust you with others instead of letting his feelings get in the way. Of course heâs not immune to jealousy, but you notice it a lot less. Itâs less suffocating for you and youâre grateful heâs grown. You did love the pouty face heâd make though, it was cute.
Now if you were jealous, which is really no surprise.. Kenji had thousands of admirers, he had gifts on his doorstep like every other day. Heâll do everything to prove and reassure you that youâre the only one who has his heart. Heâll post you on his social media, take you out on dates, all those things to wash your worries away. Lastly, heâll hold you in his arms at night and whisper everything he loves about you. Everything you were silently insecure about, he loved. Every date you thought he forgot, he remembered. And to meet a guy like that? How lucky can you be? (He tells you heâs luckier of course. <3)
I think heâs a messy kisser for the most part đ§. (Forgive me in advance for this part. I am not very good at these things.) When he can take his time, heâs slow and gentle. Genuinely just trying to show you that yeah, he loves you, so damn much. And heâs going to show that through his passion by taking things slow so you can really feel his devotion. Other times, because heâs always in a rush, heâll do a messy but clearly desperate kiss. He doesnât like leaving without one, and you can describe him kissing you like itâs his last, (because itâs really not a far-fetched guess considering his line of work) his hand behind your head and pressing your lips against his in an almost ravenous manner. He does give you a very quick kiss on the forehead and runs off after finishing, leaving you a little dazed.
He LOVES to take you out on night rides. If ever you get a little nervous/have a fear of motorcycles, heâll talk you all the way through via the cardo he put into your helmet. Heâll take you to some nice cafes or restaurants around Tokyo, other timeâs heâll bring you to some favourite childhood spot of his. When you arrive, heâll tell you about his mother and the memories heâs made in this very special spot. It warms your heart to see his expression be so fond when he talks about his childhood â he truly misses it.
Before you knew of Kenjiâs identity, I think it would be funny if you hated Ultraman. You just LOATHED the guy, Kenji asked your thoughts on Ultraman on the first date and you went on a rant about how he threw your car at a Kaiju only to miss. (He felt so embarrassed). It would be funnier if afterwards, he began to actually do his job as Ultraman properly.. and avoided cars on your street and avenue. He wanted to make sure you didnât utterly hate Ultraman before revealing that he was him.
It would be cute if you and him knew each other like, much earlier. And you called him Ken. And then he made that his alias while he was becoming an All-Star baseball player. :) Heâll brag about it all the time in interviews too, that youâre the reason he uses it. <3
Heâs the typa guy to have a picture of you in his room, behind his phone case, in his wallet, in his car and literally anywhere he can get his hands on. He bought a polaroid camera just to take pictures of you, he could care less about the price of film or the camera itself.. he just wanted to have as many pictures of you as possible. Heâll brag about it to his baseball teammates too, considering he also keeps one in his pockets for good luck. :)
You're his goodluck charm. <3
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. . . fred weasley with it girl veela girlfriend (you, bitch!)
babe.
he is your biggest fucking fan
drooling and wide eyes when he even HEARS the click of ur cunty shoes xxx
genuinely stand by the fact he has shirts with ur face on
to him, youâre everything & more
no1 advocate for anything you do
âyeah, love, you should do that. definitelyâ
âmhmm, anything you want darlingâ
GRRRRRRRR đ±đ±đ±đ±
eats up every single one of ur cunty fits
you look so damn good babe and he makes sure you know it
âyouâre the most beautiful girl i have ever seen, love. seriouslyâ
âif you donât stop smiling like that, im gonna be forced to take you against this fucking wall loveâ
OOPSIES
HOW DID THAT GET THEERRREEEE
knows the whole school and literally the whole world is obsessed with you and is here for it
(but is also not)
he loves that people know how special you are bc you fckn are
but like
when he sees whores staring at you with gaping mouths and starry eyes heâs like
sheâs MINE.
doesnât enjoy people staring at his girl
10000% the type to wrap his arms around you and pull you back into him, genuinely acting as a shield for the stares
pd(bloody)a!!!
heâs a big big fan
obvs if it makes you uncomfy, heâll understand and back off! your comfort is his main concern
HOWEVER
if you like it just like he doesâŠ
arm wrapped around you waist while youâre walking around
HANDDD HOLDING
he loves cuddling you
ur like his squishmallow đđđ
he really enjoys showing you, all the time, how much you mean to him. how obsessed he is with you. bc he wants you to know
will readily admit to the fact he is very much on ur pink bedazzled leash xxxxx
heâs ur mf bitch â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž
if ppl try and take the mick out of him for it he literally could not care less
and what???? itâs true
he would kiss the ground you walked on if you asked
if he notices you getting uncomfortable w ppl staring at you, heâs not afraid to confront them (if you want that)
âyeah, mind looking anywhere bloody else mate?â
âif you done leering at my girl you wanker, feel free to piss offâ
if people happen to not heed his warning, heâs not afraid to fight someone for you
(one time he did and arthur got called in to âdealâ with his sonâhe gave him an approving hug and a chocolate frog)
you & the weasels are like this đ€
ginny does not resent you bc ur a veela, IN FACCTTTT she actually really looks up to you and admires you, knowing youâre so much more than ur beauty
sheâs wants to BE you
(apart from the dating her brother part, gag)
george calls you âlittle legendâ he thinks youâre great for making his brother so starstruck and mushy-goey all the soft things.
genuinely cannot wait for the day you become his sister in law đ€§
after ron got over his creepy little crush, heâs grown to see you as someone he adores (even if he would never admit it) and someone he really feels safe with
you make him feel wanted in his family and actually lovedâfor that, he loves you more
charlie thinks ur an absolute riot đđ
the first time you met you had pulled a prank on the twins, turning their skin lilac and giving them unicorn horns with fuzzy purple fur everywhere (human unicorns)
heâs adored you ever since
bill loves you like a little sister and fleur and you are legit best mates!!!
arthur holds you very dear to him as he sees how good you are for his son and how much of a good individual you are in general
molly was slightly hesitant initially
BUTTT then you knitted her and arthur winter hats for christmas, sent them with a cutesy note and some sweets and she knew sheâd love you
(she really, truly does)
#fredweasleyisurseximinion
he wrote that himself xxxx
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helloo, this is my first time requesting something but I have gotten obsessed with the way you write so-
I had this idea of a f!reader that is really not vocal in bed. And scaramouche absolutely GETS OFF to every little whimper and whine she makes because he doesn't hear it that often and makes an effort to hear *something* KDBDKDIEIDJD
Ok that's it, woohoo (with my luck i've already forgotten i even wrote this a day later so I'll just sign off with an M to remind myself, lmao)
~M
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ê° đđđđđźđ«đąđ§đ ê± scaramouche x fem!reader
ê° đđšđ§đđđ§đđŹ ê± nsfw themes. cunnilingus. begging (both sides). fingering. penetration. kiss/bite marks. use of "baby" n "pretty girl". just the tip but not for long. he slaps his cock on your pussy like once + slight pussyjob?! (think that's it :3)
ê° đŹđČđ§đšđ©đŹđąđŹ ê± he just wants to hear your cute little moans. is there really something wrong with that?
đđđđâthis was actually drafted like... a few days ago?? i don't remember when but suddenly, now, at a random time of 4am i felt like finishing it so here u go !! might be a bit off or something cuz i did it while half awake đ LMAO [not proofread]
he's trying his best, he really is. all he wanted was to hear your pretty moans that tell everything he needs to knowâthat he's making you feel good.
scaramouche's tongue laps up your dripping arousal as his hands held your thighs apart. a soft sigh could be heard from him upon dragging a finger along your slit. that same finger soon enters your hole and finally, you let out a small moan. your voice was barely above a whisper yet he still heard it, "please moan for me, baby," scaramouche says and dips his head back down in between your legs. he plants a gentle kiss to your clit before speaking up again, "i really want to hear your pretty voice." he sounds almost... desperate.
he brings in another finger inside your pussy, curling them up at the perfect angle that he was sure would let you let out some kind of sound.
but all he got was silence.
a frown forms upon his lips but he won't give up. he leans down to suck on your clit all the while maintaining eye contact as much as possible. a deep blush appears across your cheeks, radiating heat on your skin. his hand makes it way to yours to guide it towards his head. you oblige in his obvious wishes and let your fingers tangle in the soft locks of his hair.
scaramouche pushes his fingers a bit deeper within you, in hopes that the tips of his fingers hit your sweet spot ever so slightly. he wants you to be all needy for him. surely that'll get you talking, right?
after some time, he found himself already lost in the sounds of your cute whimpering whenever he thrusts his fingers inside. "...'m cumming, scara..." you quietly gasp out as he began to absolutely devour you. he's acting like he hasn't eaten in days (which he doesn't even need to do!) "cum on my tongue, baby. cum for me."
you let the waves of pleasure wash over your body and bit by bit, moans began to continuously be drawn out from you. he smiles and lets out a low groan; upon standing up, you could clearly see how hard he was as he was stroking the length of his cock. slowly working it up from the base up to the tip.
he teasingly slaps his cock against your folds, eliciting a few good whimpers from you. since he felt like teasing you further, he slides the length of his dick along your slit. the head of it entering your hole every now and then but never fully settling inside you.
"tell me you want it." he spoke in a low and sultry tone.
"i want it." you replied upon throwing the last bit of your dignity out of the window, "i want you, scara. please..." a soft smile curls up his lips. affectionate kisses on your forehead and temples as he easily slid his cock inside. every sweet little sound you let out seems to drive him a little more crazier.
scaramouche's thrusts were slow, yet deep and preciseâmaking sure that you felt pleasure rather than any hints of pain. "fuck, scara..." the way you gasped out his name with so much need laced in your voice. he fucking loves it.
"let me hear you some more, pretty girl." he whispers in between soft kisses on your collarbone as he felt like marking you with his kiss and bite marks. the feeling of that along with the head of his dick reaching your deepest parts sent shivers throughout your body.
he's glad to know that he's making you feel good.
and now he wants to fill you up for being such a good girl, all for him.
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The Fight || Billy The Kid x reader
Summary: Billy involves himself in a physical fight over you.
Warnings: violence, swearing, blood
Wc: 1,347
A/n: uh- this is my very first time writing a Billy fic so pls bear w me (especially w how they talk and stuff) bc in the the series I donât really find Billy talking like how ppl write abt him (absolutely not hate whatsoever to those who do, I absolutely love ur fics find you all so talented đ) so Iâll try my best to be as accurate as I can. Do let me know if I make a mistake so I can improve :)
Divider by @pommecita
"I'd fuck her any day if she wasn't whoring herself for him," Ollinger slurs, throwing his head back to let the contents of the bottle run down his throat as the men around him laugh. Billy's head pikes up at the sound. Typical Ollinger, talking about some woman as if she was an object.
Billy watches from the other side of the room as he continues to talk to them, his voice becoming louder by the second. "hot for a fucking gringo, and that's saying something," He shakes his head his eyes half close by how wasted he was.
"Wonder how Billy would feel if I had her, don't think he's too keen on sharin?" He nudges the guy beside him before bursting out laughing. Hearing this, he realises that Ollinger was talking about you. Calling you a whore.
He slammed the bottle in his hand down on the table making a loud noise. Pat Garrett and Jessie slightly flinch before they look up at Billy who was already standing, fuming.
"What's goin' on?" Pat asks, his eyes trying to follow Billy's line of gaze. Billy doesn't answer, instead, he storms over to where Bob Ollinger was and his friends. They were all laughing until one of the guys ushered everyone and tapped Ollinger to face Billy.
He slowly turned around, seemingly not bothered by Billy's presence or the fact that he towered over him. "Have something to say 'bout my girl Ollinger? Hm?" He stands his ground, taking another swig of his alcohol as he maintains eye contact with Billy. Everyone in the room had quietened down, eyes trained on the two who never got along.
"Maybe. Wanna hear what I gotta say Billy?" He smirks as Pat Garret and Jessie had already stood up from where they were. Billy narrows his eyes at the man. "I think she's a pretty little gringa you got there, but she needs a real man, not some kid like you-" "You're fucking pathetic, y'know that?" Billy spat, venom laced in his words.
Ollinger seemed to have sobered up when he said that. He looked at Billy with pure rage. "Whatâd you call me, boy." His blood was boiling at this point. "I said." Billy steps closer, "You're fucking pathetic." He threw a punch at his jaw as Ollinger falls back from the impact and his lack of balance.
At this point the room was cheering the two on as they throw punches at each other. Ollinger swings at Billy but misses, he was glad he wasn't drinking as much that night. He then lunges and aims towards Billy's stomach, knocking him onto the table as all its contents fell on the floor. "C'mon Billy get up!" Garrett pushes him back up.
Billy had a busted lip and a cut on his eyebrow as a trail of blood fell down the side of his face. However, it was nothing compared to the damage he did on Ollinger. "Call a whore one more time, I dare you," Billy yelled, throwing punch after punch as he was on top of him. "Billy! Billy stop!" Billy heard your familiar voice but didn't stop. All he could see was red.
From the moment you stepped foot out of your carriage that dropped you off in front of the pub, you knew a brawl of some sort was going on inside by the way you could hear cheers and the noise of furniture being knocked over.
You hurriedly walk in. You couldn't see what was going on over the tall people who stood in front of you. Weaving your way through the crowd to try and see what the commotion was about, you bumped into Jessie. "Woah there-" "Jessie, what's going on? Where's Billy?" You quickly ask him before your eyes fall onto him.
He was on top of Ollinger, throwing punch after punch. Your eyes widen in horror as you try to go to him but was held back by Jessie who had an arm around your shoulder. "Let me go! I need to stop him Jessie!" You struggle against his iron like grip. "Can't have you get involved in fight, sweetheart. Canât let you goin' home with a scratch on your pretty face now can I?"
He says against the side of your face as you squirm, helplessly watching the fight. There was blood everywhere and you feared that Billy had killed Ollinger. "Jessie!" You thrash in his grip before he gives Garrett a look who nods and quickly breaks up the fight.
"That's enough, Billy. You got what you wanted," Pat and few other guys pulled Billy back who was breathing heavily, blood covered his shirt and hands. Billy spits on the ground. "All right, show's over!" Jessie yells as people start leaving. Ollinger gets pulled up by a few others as he's dragged away, his body limp.
"Don't you fucking go near her! You hear me Ollinger?" Billy yells before he spits more blood out. "Enough, Billy!" You exasperated, kneeling beside him to take his face in your hands, inspecting it.
Thank god there wasnât much damage, only a busted lip and a cut on his eyebrow. âFor godâs sake Billy! What happened now?â You search his eyes as he stares back at you, blankly. You catch Pat and Jessie looking at you before their eyes find the floor rather interesting. You stand up, dress already spotted in crimson as you brush the loose strands of your hair behind your ears, âWhat happened here?â
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You made a beeline to your bathroom. Billy closed the door behind him and sat on the edge of her bed, he let out a groan before falling back onto the soft mattress. He starts to sit up when he hears you walk back in, a first aid kit in your hands.
You hadn't spoken a word to him since the two of you left the pub and came back to your house. You were grateful that your parents were away for the week, they would have thrown a fit if they saw you covered in blood and Billy batted up.
Moving to stand in between his legs, Billy lifts his hands up to rest on your hips but you slap his hands away. "Darlin'-" "I don't want to hear it Billy," You say, annoyance dripping from you voice as he hisses at the contact of disinfectant on his cut.
Billy lets out a sigh, his eyes trained on your angel like face as you attend to his face. "I'm sorry, I really am-" "Five times. Five times you've gotten into a fight because of me." You scoff, tilting his head firmly as you go over his eyebrow.
"You told me you would stop Billy. I can't keep playing nurse with you because you can't bite your tongue," You make eye contact with him. "You expect me to just sit around and do nothing when some guy is calling you my whore?" Billy's voice gets louder as he furrows his eyebrows at you.
You gulp, eyes looking everywhere but him. "Look at me!" He grips your chin with his thumb and index finger, "You've known me long enough to know I ain't that type of guy," He spoke, his eyes darkening.
"And you've known me long enough to know that I can handle whatever they call me. I don't need you getting into a fight every time someone foul mouths me," Your eyes begin to water. You hated seeing Billy like this. You hated how most of his fights revolved around the topic of you.
"They're all worth it, doll. You're worth it." Billy wipes away the singular tear that managed to escape. You sniffle lightly before he pulls you onto his lap, your arms securing themselves around his neck as he strokes your hair.
"Try not to get into another fight because of me," You mutter, your fingers drawing random shapes on his back as you hear him chuckle, "Can't keep any promises, darlin'" He kisses your hair as the two of you hold each other.
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sly swordsman . luke castellan x reader
luke decides to distract you by confessing in the middle of a duel
luke castellan x f!reader , reader is the daughter of apollo , luke being head over heels , confessions , fluff , slight teasing
note : sorry if there are lots of mistakes, i wrote this on my phone with nail extensions and itâs so hard to type pls help đđ apologies for grammars n errors, iâll edit them tmrw hehe (also this is my first time writing pjo n fight scenes so i hope itâs decent!)
let me know your thoughts ! likes, reblogs, and comments appreciated <3
âLetâs go Kayla! Beat his ass!â Shout one of your fellow half-siblings along with boos from the opposing side.
Clanking of swords can be heard from miles away. Today the children of Hermes and Apollo are scheduled to a joint swordsmanship practice. Where the two cabins will have to engage on a 1v1 duel against another.
Right now stands in the center of the battlefield is your half sister Kayla, along with one of Hermesâ son. Kayla is known to be a skilled archer just like any of Apolloâs children. But that doesnât mean she canât beat the swift son of Hermes.
The battle ends her sword pointed right at his throat as he gives a sign of defeat to his opponent. The children of Apollo cheers with glee as they congratulate their half sister.
The two retreat, their places soon replaced by none other than their head counselors. Luke and you approach the center of the battlefield as your fellow half-siblings watch in anticipation.
It is so secret that Luke is an outstanding swordsman. As his skills rivals Ares and Athenaâs children themselves, you knew he was a challenging opponent.
Well thatâs a good thing you love challenges.
âI admit my defeat on our archery battle last week. But now, let me show you how good I am with the blade, Yn.â He smirks as the two of you start circling one another.
âMustâve hurt your ego, Castellan.â A chuckle left your lips like honey and Luke suppresses the butterflies swarming in his stomach.
âLetâs see how good you really are, Son of Hermes.â
The two of you got in your positions, fingers tightly gripping on the sword and the shield, waiting for a sign to charge.
The hornet blows and Luke wastes no time to charge forward. The point of his blade almost piercing the epidermis of your skin before you block him with your own sword.
Luke knows better than to underestimate you. Sure, you are the daughter of the god of Archery, not swordsmanship. But everyone knows that you are an outstanding dancer and you treat the battlefield like it is your stage.
Your movements swift and laced with elegance. Itâs always extremely difficult to predict your next moves. Your footing carefully calculated as you deflect all of his upcoming attacks.
Luke is also quick to encounter your offense as he blocks the side your blade that was aiming at his neck.
With such close proximity, Luke can see how the sun compliments your e/c irises. Complimenting every contrast and detail of the pupil.
Gods were your eyes always this beautiful? Were you always this beautiful?
Luke feels himself caught in a trance just for a second before earning back his composure. But one second is enough for you trip his leg leading him to fall right on his back as he looses his grip on his sword.
The sides of your blade nearly makes contact with his neck as you lay above him giving him a look of triumph.
âYn, have I told you how beautiful you look on top of me right now?â The boy starts causing you to roll your eyes and scoff at his antics.
âYeah, try again because thatâs not going to work on me, Luke.â You press the blade against his adamâs apple causing him to wince slightly.
The crowd wonders on what was happening and why hasnât Luke gave a sign of defeat knowing well that being under your sword doesnât give him a good chance at winning.
They fail to see how his right hand is slowly reaching discreetly trying to get ahold of his fallen blade.
Luke lets out a lighthearted chuckle, his eyes never leaving yours. âI like you, Yn. Letâs go on a date.â
Now this caught you off guard. âWhat?â
The sly swordsman took your state to his advantage as he unclasps his knee from your hold and flipped your positions, your sword disregard in the process.
With his blade firm in his right hand, now itâs his turn to reside his sword against your neck, just like you did to him a few seconds ago.
You try fighting back but he just tuts and starts applying more pressure to his blade before you finally give the sign of defeat.
The Hermes cabin roared with glee congratulating their win, knowing that their head counselor will never fail them.
Luke quickly stands his ground giving you a helping hand, in which you accepted with a smile. He pulls you up against him, the sudden movement made you loose your footing but heâs quick to steady you with his free hand placed on your waist.
âSo, about that date.â
Â©ïž sirena | krkiiz 2023
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Venus Sign Observations- 011
Venus in Leoâs are those girls in hs you think âhow early does she get up to get ready?â You rarely ever see this placement have ugly days they are all so well kept & usually smell incredible. The types to wear their hair in really trendy styles, wear designer outfits and perfumes. BIG on luxury. In a relationship they LOVE being shown off and given lots of attention and compliments. they also love when their partner begs for their attention.
Venus in Libras are really easy to impress lol, all you really have to be is semi attractive. My libra Venus friend every time we go out would be like âOMG THAT GUY IS SOOO CUTEâ but say that about 15 other guys that dayđ the women can be VERY obsessed with the opposite sex. They are such flirty people.
Venus in Taurus gives conventional housewife vibes lol. They are into classic feminine hobbies such as sewing, cooking, making jewelry/ clothes, art. If you marry a women with this placement you hit the jackpot.
Venus in Scorpio men tend to be cheaters. Everyone talks about their loyalty but they are only really loyal once they feel theyâve truly found their soulmate (in most cases are rare cuz theyâre picky) a lot get bored of their relationships once the passion dies (similar to Aries Venus). They tend to prefer emotionally complex women to keep them on their toes.
Venus in Aquariusâs tend to look really good with circle frame glasses. They pull it off soo well. Also if you have this placement and are looking for new fashion ideas. Look up cyberpunk/Dystopian aesthetic. Yâall would look amazing in that type of style.
Most Venus in Virgos I meet are not big on the physical aspect of love. It takes them SOOO long to open up physically. This causes a lot to get friend zoned. They express their love very differently from most Venus signs which can cause some confusion in their relationships. They are big on acts of service & the intellectual side of love.
Venus in Aries usually always makes the first move when liking someone ( man or woman) they can jump into relationships fast just for it to end just as quick. They really date for the excitement and fun of having a new crush. But once that it becomes deeper than a crush and gets serious most usually back out. Also they can get turned on my arguing. When things become dull they will normally create some issue to keep the sparks alive. To more sensitive signs this can be very draining.
Venus in Geminis are very hard to pin down. I notice their feeling for their partners never seem quite genuine? I notice even in relationships they try to seek out attention from other people. They need a lot of mental stimulation to keep their full attention on one person. And if theyâre partner fails to stimulate them theyâll find someone else who can. Itâs very rare they catch true feelings for someone but when they do theyâre surprisingly loyal.
Venus in Pisces kinda irritate me lol. The men are always talking to different women. They are big on following their heart, but if their hearts tells them to talk to five girls they wouldđ itâs very rare to see the men of this placement settle with one woman. The women of this placement I notice are amazing lovers but tend to give it to usually terrible neglectful partners:( Iâve seen women with their placements bust their ass for men that barely give them the time of day.. yâall deserve a lot better than that.
Sagittarius Venusâs tend to date people who are a different ethnicity as them or date from foreign countries. They have a deep appreciation for culture and traveling. So they may also travel with their partner a lot. This is imo the most loyal Sagittarius placement. Iâve seen people be in relationships for years with this placement.
Cancer Venusâs are extremely sweet and nurturing in a relationship. Gives Mommy vibes đ„ș. The types to bring you home cooked meals get your bath water running. A lot a notice tend to be very submissive/vanilla. They require a lot of emotional attention and babying even themselves. They types to prefer at home dates compared to traveling or going out.
Capricorn Venus tends to take partnerships like itâs a job (similar to Virgo Venus) they see attending to their partners needs more like a duty which is why they can appear cold in their affections even though they mean well. Emotionally it can be harder to connect with this sign but once they trust you theyâll show you a very sensual romantic side theyâve been hiding. They mostly express love through gift giving. These partners give some of the best most expensive gifts. Just know youâll be taken good care of if this placement loves you đđœ
Venus in Scorpios look AMAZING in black. Any dark aesthetic look great on them. And they may prefer partners with a darker aesthetic as well
Venus in Aries women tend to feel more comfortable having male friends than other women. Usually weâre tomboys growing up
Libra Venusâs are usually really good at makeup or look amazing with a full face of makeup.
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rottmnt x reader || S/O who bites (out of love and affection obvi)
Rise! Donnie, Raph, Mikey, Leo x Reader (separately)
fluff? :D, gn reader, romantic (established relationship), BITING mmmm, mild swearing
Donnie
- the first time you bite him, he jumps and lets out a loud yelp, âah! ow! what in the name of-â then just stares at you in disbelief. absolutely incredulous. and has to take a while to process. why? why- HOW could you do this to him? after all heâs done for you?
- donât play with him he HAS and WILL bite you back and NOT in a loving way
- he is ALWAYS on his guard
- you go in for a hug? you lean in to kiss him? you turn your head ever so slightly in his direction? his whole body tenses up. youâre giving this boy trust issues. he will physically, STILL GENTLY, push you away with his mechanical spider arm thingiesâŠheaven forbid you bite those tooâŠ.
- âDo. NOT. Bite me. Y/N.â ââŠâ
- ^â âDO NOT. This is your last warning.â
- âYes, Y/N. Youâre very ferocious and vicious. Now STOP biting me.â
- âSigh. That is NOT affection, Y/N.â
- âAH! Donât bite me while Iâm working, pleaseâŠDonât bite me ever!â
- âIf you want to âshow affection,â you could justâŠI donât know, hug me? or hold my hand? the biting is unnecessary.â
- NOT a fan of the biting at ALL
Raph
- The first time you bite him, âAHH!â he is confused. he does not understand. are you trying to attack him??? do you wanna throw hands??? what did he do to deserve that??? he does not want to throw hands with you
- he really does not see how biting is supposed to be showing your affection but whatever you say đ
- his skin is pretty thick and rough. I mean youâd really have to sink your teeth in to hurt him so he just lets you. it actually lowkey tickles to him.
- âCareful. Ya donât wanna bite my spikes.â
- itâs definitely not his favorite thing in the world but he doesnât mind terribly if it really makes you happy and as long as itâs just you trying to show him love
- chooses to just take it as a sign that you want attention and/or some kind of affection
- would never bite you back tho
- however, I donât suggest catching him off guard with a nibble cause he might start swingin đ€ș and would feel absolutely horrible abt it
Mikey
- the first time you bite him heâs offended. youâre gonna bite HIM? đ€š yeah, ok buddy. he just squeaks in surprise and rubs where you bit him, looking at you like âđâ before biting you back. he is taking it personally until you tell him youâre just showing affection cuz you love him soooooo much
- heâs perfectly ok with it then as long as you donât bite him too hard
- LOVES to give and receive affection anyways so he makes it really easy to bite him when heâs clinging onto you all the time
- always giggles and squirms when you bite him
- returns your bites with kisses all over your face
Leo
- the fucking most dramatic ever
- the first time you bite him he acts like you just shot him
- âOWW!! OWIE! Ugh! Y/N! How COULD you?! BETRAYALâ while gripping where you bit his shoulder and whining like a toddler even though it did not hurt at all and you didnât leave any sort of mark whatsoever.
- ^ drops the act completely when you tell him it was out of love
- now every time you do it he thinks youâre trying to flirt with him đ€đ and I mean I guess heâs sort of-ish right
- honestly he doesnât really care but definitely teases you about it /ns
- âyeah? do I taste good, Y/N?â /ns!!
- âow! ok, ok! not too hard!â while giggling
- âmhmâŠnow kiss it better.â makes you kiss where you bit him every time.
ââââââââââââââââââââââââââ
now I know I ainât the only one who bites like that đ€š
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Loveeee soo this is my first time requesting HWBDBXHSBXVXV what if you make the reader shy, she tries so hard not to moan and simon just keeps teasing her trying his HARDEST to make her just make a sound biting her overstimulating her until she finally breaks and moans his name AAKDBFJF OMG I CANT BELIEVE IM SENDING SOMEONE MY DIRTY FANTASYâđ
Warning(s): PnV sex, creampie, unprotected sex, afab!reader, enjoy :)
He finds it endearing when you attempt to muffle your moans when he's pleasuring you. Simon's deep thrusts cause your toes to curl and your brows to scrunch up, but you're holding back. And while he loves that you're so shy, he would much rather hear how much you love what he's doing to you. So anytime you're building up your orgasm, his tip kissing your cervix so blissfully he stops.
And there's a strangled whine that emits from your chest and he can't help but chuckle at you.
"Tell me how good it feels, dovie." He teases, pulling his cock out of you and caresses your silky folds.
You shake your head completely flustered by his words. But now he's grazing your cute, puffy clit, and a harsh exhale leaves your lips.
It's starting to send him into a wild frenzy seeing how adamant you are to keep silent, but Simon is persistent. His desire to make you moan and experience complete euphoria overrides his own pleasure tenfold.
"Love," He breathes out. And you're gazing up at his warm, mocha hues that hold sincerity as he nuzzles your soft cheek with his rough thumb.
"I'd really love to hear how I'm makin' y'feel. Makes me feel good." His voice is rich, deep and alluring. You only nod not able to find words out of sheer embarrassment.
He grins down at you. "Need t'hear y'say it, love."
"Okay." You sursurrate, cupping his face to bring him into a kiss.
It's gentle and loving as he leans his stout body against yours and you're memorizing how his rigid muscles feel pressed up to your soft skin. He's adjusting himself to align with your entrance and to ease into you. Your breath catches and he's engraving the look on your face that he's seen only twice now as he slides all the way in.
Your jaw slackens at the presence of his girthy cock filling you up so well. And then he's taking his time rocking his hips against yours making sure he's rubbing up against your clit with every stroke. Your eyes are drifting to the back of your skull as pleasure overtakes you and you're not so worried about the moans that are beginning to escape you. He can't even hold back the grunts that are leaving his laboring breath and you're getting lost in his heavenly thrusts.
"Oh my God y're so fuckin' pretty, lovey." He murmurs out between breaths.
Simon is fucking you just right and your back arches as he grabs a fistful of hair. His eyes train on your half-lidded gaze and parted lips. And you're shuddering for air as you pathetically whimper, clawing the skin on his back and it's sending him grinning from ear to ear.
"Doin' so good for me, pretty girl." He praises you, and you clench around him tightly. And luckily, Simon's military-level self-control does not allow him to cum right on the spot because if he didn't have years of it pounded into his brain he would've been painting your snug walls.
His teeth capture the bottom of your lip, tugging at it before feverishly slotting his lips against yours. Your body tenses and he feels your oncoming orgasm, as your fervent sighs become drawn out and louder.
"Hahâoh, God. Simon..." It's a honeyed moan that he coaxes out of you and it's more than gratifying hearing it in his ear. But oh, God. The mere feeling of your pussy pulsating around him is sending him to the pearly gates of heaven because he's quick to follow suit, collapsing atop your body and crashing his lips onto yours. His warm cum fills you, glazing your walls and folds an opalescent white.
You're catching your breath, but the warmth sidles into your cheeks when you realize how wrapped up you were by the delectation that was Simon's hips. Your hands fly to conceal your flushed gaze and he's chuckling at your sudden abashment.
"Did real good for me, lovey." He admires you, nuzzling his face into your cheek as he peppers your skin with kisses. You giggle under his touch and his saccharine words. Simon always leaves you teeming with joy when you grace him with the pleasure of your company.
hope u enjoyed lol i didn't even know how to end it cmskdvnjsvf
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Maybe billy hargrove x sunshine!cheerleader!reader ? where theyâre dating and the rest of the cheer squad (except chrissy <3) is jealous so they act like they are her friends and they keep asking her questions about billy to have a chance with him, but she doesnât realize because she thinks theyâre just interested in her relationship since theyâre âre apparently her friends. But billy is super loyal (kinda unrealistic with his character but anyway lol) and every time they they try to hit on him he rejects them pretty harshly ? And maybe in the end she finally stands up for herself and billy is just like âthatâs my girl.â
Iâm so sorry if this was hard to understand itâs my first time requesting and I was so nervousđ„Č, especially since I basically read all of your ST ficsđ
Love love love a good boyfriend Billy fic đ«¶đ»
I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting <3
Cheerleader game
When the word got out that Billy Hargrove locked down on one girl, hell broke loose. The boys were excited that there wouldn't be any more competition, but the girls were having a hard time accepting it. Billy was the heartthrob of the school and every girl wanted their turn with him. But his eyes landed on Y/N, and they never left.
Y/N was sweet, bubbly, and all-around a ball of sunshine. Her being with Billy was a shock to everyone. Sure, she was a cheerleader and Billy only focused on the popular crowd. But the squad couldn't believe out of all of them, he picked her.
Their jealousy made them bitter and snakes. They swarmed Y/N countlessly with questions about Billy. They craved every detail they could get, details to make him interested in them. Poor Y/N didn't know their intentions, she thought they were just interested in her new relationship. She thought they were being friends.
~~~
"So Y/N, tell us! What does he like about you?" Bethany smiled, patting her manicured nails against the table.
"Um, I don't know. I feel like you'd have to ask him that." Y/N laughed awkwardly. To be honest, she wondered why he liked her too. But she didn't think too long about it. He liked her and asked her out. That's what mattered.
"Wrap your brain around it! You beat out the whole school, there must be something special about you." Bethany said, her eyes glared for a tiny second then a bright smile took over her face.
Y/N tried to rank her brain for compliments Billy gave. She smiled as a few came to mind.
"Oh, I know! He loves my pink lip gloss. He said he loves how shiny and irresistible it makes my lips!"
~~~
Billy was walking towards his car when he saw a girl leaning on it. He eyed her quickly but didn't recognize much about her.
"Can I help you?" Billy asked, and not politely. His voice was thick and sharp. His eyes raised in a bothered way and his body language read annoyed.
Bethany giggled and popped her gum. The gum brought attention to her shiny pink lips. Billy noticed the familiarity of the gloss but didn't say anything about it.
"See something you like? The gloss maybe?" She teased, she slowly applied the lipgloss over her already-coated lips. Billy saw the bottle and confirmed it was the same kind Y/N wore.
"Not on you," Billy said, chuckling at the shocked look on Bethany's face. He got in the car and started the engine. The loud rumble made Bethany move out of the car with a growl.
~~~
"What do you guys enjoy doing on dates? Does he like to go to the movies or something?" Sarah asked, throwing her bright blonde hair over her shoulder.
"We go to the movies a lot! He's really into action movies. He wants to go see that new Batman movie."
~~~
Billy was finishing practice, his sweat dripping from his curls down his chest. The small shorts he wore caught every cheerleader's attention. Practicing in the same gym was the best thing the school came up with.
While Y/N and Chrissy were having a small talk on the couch, Sarah took the opportunity to race off to talk to Billy. After her talk with Y/N yesterday, she raced to the movie theater to buy two tickets for the new Batman film for opening night.
She snatched the tickets and confidently walked up to Billy. His back to her as he switched out his shirts. Sarah felt drool on her chin as she watched his tan back move. She tapped on his shoulder, a smile on her face as he turned.
"Hi, Billy! You looked great during practice today." She batted her eyelashes and trailed her hand up his arm. She tried not to pout when he pushed her hand off and made a grunt sound in response.
"Anyway!" She brushed it off, "I got two tickets for that new Batman movie, would you maybe want to go?"
"Sweet! Thanks!" He smiled. There was a glint in his eye that made her stomach flip. "Can I see them?" He asked, his hand reaching out. She tried to catch her breath as his fingertips touched her skin. Her body was on fire from the simple touch.
"Opening night! That kicks ass. Thanks." He said he slipped the tickets into his pocket. "See ya."
Sarah was confused as she watched him walk off. She turned around and growled when she saw him walk up to Y/N. The tickets were in his hands as he showed them to Y/N, who excitedly nodded. They walked out hand in hand with Sarah's tickets.
~~~
Y/N screamed as Billy scored the winning shot. The gymnasium was electric as the boys celebrated their win. Y/N waited for all the boys to finish congratulating Billy, waiting for her turn to race in his arms and kiss his face.
By the time the boys finished, the cheer squad raced to Billy next. Y/N stood shocked as all these girls swarmed her boyfriend. Their hands on his skin, and lips on his cheek. That's supposed to be her!
"Get your man, girl." Chrissy encouraged, her arms crossed as she looked in shame at her team.
Y/N huffed and marched over to her boyfriend. She felt a sense of pride that he didn't look pleased either. He looked annoyed with all these girls.
Once his blue eyes caught hers, a smile lit up his whole face. Y/N wanted to laugh at the way he pushed through the girls, his feet walking towards her.
"There's my girl." He cheered, his arms open as she raced into them. She ignored everyone around them as Billy spun her in the air. Her praise was the only one he cared about hearing it from.
"Amazing, baby." Her words pressed against his lips as she kissed him. And she kissed him hard. Her hands were in his hair as he set her back on the floor. Her back arched as he dipped her.
When they separated from their hot kiss, Y/N offered him a smile before she looked to her team. Her face was hard as the smile was swiped off her face. A glare and snarl sent their way as she stepped closer to them.
"I'm done with all you girls flirting and touching him. He's taken and he's not interested. If you continue to disrespect my relationship, your ass is off the team." The girls quickly ran off, A sense of fear filled the atmosphere as they refused to look at her or Billy.
Y/N stood proudly as she watched them scatter.
"Atta girl." Billy praised, his arms wrapping around her from behind. His face snuggled in her neck as she giggled at the feeling.
"Gotta sink my claws in you a tad bit more, I think," Y/N said, quietly moaning as Billy nipped at her neck.
"Gladly let you."
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Lovesick
"You don't have to beg, princess," he mutters gruffly in your ear. "I'll touch you as much as you want."
Pairing: Scott Miller x fem! Reader
Genre: smut
Word count: 8k
Summary: Storm chasing with Scott turns into a night of passion.
Warnings: P in V sex, no protection, soft Scott
a/n: Tbh this is really similar to the first Scott oneshot I posted đ I just really like the idea of Scott w/ a soft spot for reader. Also Iâm currently working on a request but please feel free to message/send requests my way if you have any
Scott is your *most* annoying storm par colleague, you get along with the rest of the team just fine. In fact they all really enjoy your company, but Scott? Heâs just such a dick.
Scott has never been one for social graces, his charm as rough as the storms he chases. Yet, every time he tries to get under your skin with a snide remark or a deliberate shove, you respond with a gentle touch or a soft laugh that seems to disarm him completely. You're the one person who can cut through his tough exterior with ease, and he hates it.
But as he takes a sip of his coffee, his eyes never leaving your frame, he knows he can't stay away. You're the puzzle he can't solve, the riddle wrapped in a mystery, and it's driving him mad. But he's also painfully aware that every time he pushes you away with his cruel words and harsh actions, he's losing a little more of you, a piece of the very thing he craves. And that, more than anything, is what keeps him coming back.
âHey Scott,â you smile at him, setting your coffee on the table across from him. âCan I sit with you?â Scott looks at you for a moment before taking another sip of his coffee, his gaze lingering on yours as if heâs studying you. He lets out a small sigh before responding.
âYeah, sure.â He motions for you to sit, his tone a mixture of reluctant acceptance and a hint of irritation. The air between the two of you is tense, a mixture of lingering annoyance and the ever present spark of attraction.
âThank you,â your smile widens as you sit down, taking a small drink of your latte as you look at his cold face. Scott watches you closely as you settle into the seat across from him, his expression remaining aloof and unreadable. The tension between you is palpable, but there's also a flicker of something else in his eyes that he's trying to hide.
As you sip your latte, he can't help but notice the way your lips wrap around the rim of the cup and the small noise of contentment you make. His fingers drum impatiently on the table, betraying his uneasy exterior.
âSo, do you know where weâre gonna chase today?â You set the cup down, looking out the window admiring the morning sky. Scott leans back in his seat, his gaze following yours out the window. He takes a moment to reply, his tone slightly less gruff than usual.
âProbably the outskirts of Tornado Alley. The weather report is predicting a major storm system moving through the area by mid-afternoon. Might be a good one to chase.â He doesnât look at you as he speaks, but his eyes dart to you for a brief second before shifting back to the window. The storm is brewing inside him, just like the one outside.
âSounds great!â You reply with a cheery tone, shifting your eyes back to Scott's face. Scottâs jaw clenches and he looks at you with a raised eyebrow.
Your cheerfulness is both intriguing and infuriating. He canât stand how easily you can flip a switch from serious storm chaser to cheerful chatterbox. âDonât get too excited,â he replies gruffly. âStorm chasing isnât all fun and games.â
âWell Iâm not too excited,â you reply with a laugh, âBut itâs good we know where weâre headed for the day.â Your attention is drawn to Javi, who just walked into the cafe, you smile at him with a wave.
Scottâs eyes flick to Javi, and for a brief moment he frowns at the sight of the other man. Heâs particularly annoyed by the way you greet him with such warmth and ease.
He takes a sip of his coffee, his tone betraying a hint of annoyance. âYeah, itâs good we know where weâre headed. Can focus on prepping the van instead of worrying about wasting our time.â Your eyes flick back to him.
âThatâs true, we can get off track sometimes.â you stand up grabbing your cup, âIâm gonna go talk to Javi, I'll see you later Scott.â Your hair bounces with your step as you walk up to your friend. He grabs your coffee and takes a sip before cringing and handing it back to you, saying it's too sweet.
Scott watches you walk away, his eyes lingering on your every move. The sight of you and Javi talking and laughing together only serves to stoke the fire within him. He watches as Javi takes a sip of your coffee, wincing at the sweetness before handing the cup back to you. Scott canât help but smirk to himself, thinking of how your taste in coffee is as sickly sweet as your personality.
You laugh at something Javi says, your hand falls to his arm squeezing it with your giggle. Scott's jaw clenches as he watches your hand on Javi's arm. The casual familiarity between the two of you ignites a spark of jealousy within him.
He takes a deep breath, trying to ignore the pang of irritation in his chest as he watches the two of you banter and laugh. Javi smooths down the top of your hair earning a sweet grin from you, he pats your hip before he walks over to Scott.
Scott's eyes follow Javi as he walks over, his irritation still evident. He takes a nonchalant sip of his coffee as he awaits whatever is coming next.
"Whatâs up?" he mutters, his tone gruff and guarded.
Javi smiles, âHey man weâre gonna head out in ten, so finish your coffee, or do whatever else you need.â He smiles at Scott, putting his hand on his shoulder.
Scott eyes Javi's hand on his shoulder with a mixture of annoyance and acceptance. He knows he can't argue with the order, even if the touch feels like a bit of a jab at his loner tendencies.
"Yeah, whatever," he grumbles, taking a final sip of his coffee. "I'll be ready." You bound over to them interrupting the awkward conversation.
âHey boys, want any drinks for the road? My treat!â Scott's irritation is momentarily pushed aside by your sudden appearance. He is reminded of your presence when your hand brushes his arm, a brief but distinct touch that sends a small shiver through him.
He glances at you with surprise before responding gruffly. "Uh...sure. Just a black coffee."
Javi grins at you, always enjoying your friendly nature. "Actually, Iâd appreciate a sweet tea if youâre getting drinks."
âIced?â You question, Javi responds with a nod. âOkay, got it. Iâll meet you both outside.â
You hand them their drinks, âHey, Y/N why donât you ride with Scott today?â Javi flashes him a smirk.
âYeah, of course.â You reply, Scott's eyes widen slightly at Javi's suggestion, his heart dropping into his stomach. He hadn't expected to be saddled with your presence for the entire ride, and he certainly wasn't looking forward to it.
Scott lets out a low grumble of protest, but Javi's grin only widens, clearly enjoying the situation he's put Scott in.
âGreat!â he says with a clap, âHave fun, you two.â
âWould you like to drive?â You turn your attention over to Scott. His grumble turns into a frown, his annoyance evident in his expression. He glances at you, his eyes narrowing as he processes your question.
"Why wouldnât I want to drive?" he mutters, crossing his arms. "You probably drive like a grandma anyway." You laugh at his response, opening the truck door and sliding in.
Scott watches as you slide into the vehicle, amused by your cheerful nature in spite of his grumpy demeanor. He lets out a low sigh and walks around to the driver's side, getting in and starting up the truck.
He checks the rear view mirror, catching a glimpse of you in the passenger's seat. He can't help but notice how the sunlight hits your face, illuminating your features in a soft, flattering glow.
You notice Scottâs look and your hand subconsciously goes to your face, âWhatâs up? Do I have something on my face?â
Scott's eyes dart back to the road, silently cursing himself for being caught in the act. He clears his throat and mutters a quick "No, nothing's wrong."
He can feel the heat rising in his cheeks, but he tries to dismiss it as a reaction to the sun shining through the windshield.
"Just checking you werenât falling asleep over there,â he adds gruffly, keeping his eyes fixed on the road ahead.
âWell, you donât have to worry about that, Iâm 100% awake.â You face him with your lips curving up. Scott glances over at you as you speak, his own lips twitching into the faintest hint of a smile.
He does his best to hide it, but the sight of your curved lips and the lilt in your voice only serves to soften his gruff exterior even further. "Yeah, I can see that," he murmurs, his voice gruff but less guarded than usual. "You're like a hyperactive Energizer bunny."
âYouâre funny sometimes, I mean when you want to be.â you laugh softly before turning your attention to the road ahead of you. âBut why are you so grumpy all the time?â You ask.
Scott's eyebrows furrow at your question, his jaw clenching for a moment as if you've hit a sore spot. He lets out a low sigh, his fingers tightening on the steering wheel for a brief moment before loosening again.
"I'm not grumpy all the time," he mutters, the gruffness in his voice betraying the slight defensiveness in his tone. "I just donât see the point in being all cheerful and upbeat like you all the time."
You look over at him with an awkward smile, âSorry, I didnât mean to offend you.â Scott lets out another sigh, his expression softening slightly as he senses your unease. He glances at you, his eyes lingering on your face for a moment before going back to the road.
"You didnât offend me," he mutters, his tone a little less gruff than before. "Itâs just... I donât understand how you do it, thatâs all. Youâre always so cheerful and friendly, even when things get rough."
âItâs easy,â you turn to him with a shrug, âPeople tend to return the energy, anyway.â Scott listens to your explanation, his mind racing to process your words. He takes a moment before responding, his tone still gruff but less than before.
"I guess that makes sense," he mutters grudgingly. "Iâm just not the type to put on a mask or fake being cheerful for the sake of others. I like to keep things straightforward and blunt."
âAre you saying I do?â You question, becoming slightly defensive. Scott senses the sudden change in your tone, surprised by the defensive edge in your voice. His eyebrows furrow again as he tries to backpedal.
"No, that's not what I meant," he hastens to clarify. "I didnât say you were. I just...I donât understand how youâre always so positive, thatâs all." You burst into laughter.
âLighten up, Iâm just messing with you,â You shove his shoulder gently, âI know what you meant.â Scottâs eyes widen at your playful shove, surprised by the unexpected physical contact. He can feel his heart rate spike momentarily before he reigns it back in. He shoots you a quick glare, but thereâs no real heat behind it.
âYou littleâŠâ he mutters, shaking his head. âDonât go shoving me while Iâm driving.â You giggle, your hand sliding down his arm as you look ahead to the tornado youâre following.
Scott's heart skips a beat at the feeling of your hand sliding down his arm. It's a small but unexpectedly intimate gesture that sends a shiver through him. He stares out the windshield, trying to focus on the storm in front of them, but part of his mind is preoccupied with the warmth of your touch still lingering on his skin.
He swallows hard, trying to keep his voice steady as he speaks. "So, uh...how does this one look to you?" You smile at him, your eyes twinkling a bit
âYou usually donât care what I think about the storms,â Scott's expression hardens as he glances at you, his heart thudding in his chest at the sight of your smile. He isn't sure what's come over him, but he finds himself strangely drawn to your bright attitude.
He lets out a soft huff, acknowledging your observation. "I guess I donât usually ask," he murmurs, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "But I figure since weâre stuck together for this drive, I might as well take your opinion into account."
âWell, I think weâre gonna get some good data. The conditions are looking really great and it looks like the cap is about to break soon,â you say while peering out the window.
Scott nods, his eyes flickering from you to the storm ahead of the car. He canât help but be impressed by your enthusiasm and knowledge, even though heâd never admit it out loud.
"Yeah, youâre probably right," he concedes, a hint of admiration in his voice. "Looks like things are falling into place for a good chase."
You grasp his thigh roughly, âScott watch out for the truck!â you say urgency in your voice as another storm chaser cuts in front of you.
Scott's eyes widen at your sudden outburst, immediately snapping back to the road. He jerks the wheel as the other storm chaser cuts him off, swearing under his breath as he struggles to avoid a collision.
"What the hell is that idiot doing?" he growls, his heart racing from the near miss. "Do they not know how to drive?" Your hand relaxes, but stays on his leg.
âHere, speed up, you have room to pass them on the right.â You point toward the road in front of you.
Scott takes a couple calming breaths as his heart rate begins to slow, silently thanking you for your quick thinking. He glances over at you and notices your hand on his leg, the weight of it sending a slight shiver through him.
He does as you suggest, quickly accelerating and maneuvering his way around the truck. He lets out a sigh of relief as they pass it without any further issues. "Thanks," he mutters gruffly. "Good eye."
Your hand moves up his thigh as you relax into your seat, âThat almost gave me a fucking heart attack.â Realizing your hand was still on him, you pull it away. âOh uh sorry about that.â You smile.
Scott feels a pang of disappointment as your hand slides away from his thigh, leaving a trail of warmth in its path. He secretly wishes you had left it there, but doesnât comment on it.
He clears his throat awkwardly, trying to hide the effect your touch has on him.
"Uh... itâs fine," he mutters, his voice a little huskier than usual. "Just glad we missed that idiot." Javi gives him instructions on where to go, Scott turns into the directed area.
You and Scott set up the panel according to Javi's instructions, his mind still lingering on the brief moment when you had your hand on his thigh. It's the most physical contact you've ever initiated with him, and he can't stop thinking about the sensation of your touch.
As the tornado appears in front of you both, your eyes light up with wonder, and Scott finds himself watching you more than the storm itself. He's never seen you so enchanted, and he can't help but be endeared by your passion.
Scott watches as the storm approaches, its ominous presence growing larger and darker. He suddenly feels the need to protect you, his instincts kicking into overdrive.
"Y/N, get back in the truck," he barks out, his voice urgent. "It's getting too close." You follow his instruction, quickly getting in and buckling.
Once you're safely inside, Scott rushes to the driver's door and jumps in. He shuts the door behind him and starts the engine back up, the sound of the storm battering the outside of the truck growing louder.
He glances over at you, making sure you're buckled in and safe. There's a hint of worry in his eyes, but he tries to play it off.
"You okay?" he grumbles, his voice betraying a hint of concern. He pulls off into the road, quickly driving toward safety.
âDonât tell me youâre getting soft on me Scott,â you tease with a sweet grin. Scott scowls at your teasing comment, his grumpiness coming back in full force. He grumbles under his breath and focuses his attention back on the road.
"I'm not getting soft," he mutters gruffly, his voice trying to mask the slight tinge of defensiveness. "I just don't want you getting hurt, that's all."
âAha! You totally are getting soft, when was the last time you worried about me getting hurt.â You exclaim with giggle, âbut yes Iâm fine.â
Scott's scowl deepens, his ego bruised by your teasing. He can feel the heat rising in his cheeks, partly from annoyance and partly from the truth behind your words.
"I... I was worried you'd get blown away," he tries to sound gruff, but the hint of admission in his tone gives him away. He can't deny his growing attachment to you, but he'll be damned if he ever admits it out loud.
âOh, donât act like you wouldnât like to see me get blown away,â you smile at him.
Scott huffs, a mixture of annoyance and amusement flickering in his eyes. He can't deny that the thought of you being away from him is slightly appealing, but he also can't help the pang of protectiveness he feels towards you.
"It'd be quiet for a change, that's for sure," he mutters gruffly, his lips twitching into a reluctant half-smile. Your smile falters as you notice his small one, I mean does he really hate your company that much?
Scott notices the small flicker of hurt in your expression and immediately regrets his words. He didnât mean for it to sound quite so callous, but his gruff demeanor often led him to say things without fully thinking them through.
He realizes the implication of his comment and quickly tries to salvage the situation. "I was just kidding, you know," he mutters gruffly. "I donât actually want you blown away."
âYeah of course, I know that,â you regain your usual composure. âShould we go back to the motel? To meet Javi thereâŠâ your voice trails off as you try to change the subject.
Scott nods, sensing your desire to change the subject. He knows he's said the wrong thing, but he's not quite sure how to fix it. Instead, he focuses on what he's good at: driving.
"Yeah, thatâs a good idea," he mutters gruffly. "Javiâs probably waiting for us back at the motel. Letâs get going." You yawn, deciding to pretend to sleep in order to avoid the awkwardness.
Scott notices your yawn and your intentional attempt to avoid conversation. He realizes that you're trying to escape the uneasy atmosphere that he himself had created.
He lets out a heavy sigh, his gruff demeanor softening, âI⊠I didnât actually mean what I said back there, you know. I was just messing around.â
âYes, I knowâ you grumble, âI think Iâm just tired..â Scott notices the way you wrap your arms around yourself, a clear sign that you're still bothered by his earlier comment, even if you won't admit it.
He pulls into the parking lot, turning to look at you. "Look at me and tell me what's really bothering you," he demands, his voice gruff but softened by a hint of concern. You close your eyes stubbornly to avoid looking at him.
âI donât know, Scott. You really didnât do anything,â you sigh, Scott huffs in frustration as you stubbornly keep your eyes closed, refusing to really talk to him.
He reaches out and gently pries your eyelids open, demanding that you look at him. "Bullshit," he growls. "You're not fooling anyone. You're pissed at me, even if you won't admit it. Just tell me what's going on in that big brain of yours, dammit."
Your hand reaches up to his wrist, holding on softly. âIâm not pissed at you Scott.â You open one eye peeking at him, âI guess it's just⊠I donât mean to bother you with my talking. Even though you didnât mean it, it just stung a little.â
Scott's expression softens as he looks at you, your hand lightly gripping his wrist. He can feel the hurt in your words, and it hits him harder than he'd like to admit.
"You don't bother me," he mutters, his voice losing some of its gruff edge. "I was just being a jackass, as usual. I didn't mean what I said. You know that, right?â
âI know you didnât mean it,â you reluctantly open your eyes, âyouâre a big sweetie at heart, but I won't share your little secret.â Your smile returns to your lips as your hand slides down his muscular forearm.
Scott's heart rate spikes at the feel of your hand tracing down his forearm. He tries to mask his reaction, but a small shiver betrays him.
He lets out a grumble, pretending to be annoyed by your comment, âI'm not a sweetie. I'm tough as nails.
âScott?â You lean closer to him, his breath hitches as you lean closer to him. He can smell your scent, and he suddenly becomes very aware of the small distance between you.
He swallows hard, his gruff exterior faltering for a moment. "Yeah?" he mutters, his voice a little hoarser than usual. You move his hand from your chin to your shoulder.
âDo you have a soft spot for me?â Your voice is gentle, Scott's heart thuds in his chest as you guide his hand to your shoulder. He lets out a shaky breath as he feels the warmth of your skin under his palm.
He looks at you, his eyes flickering with a mixture of vulnerability and gruffness. He wants to deny your question, to maintain his tough exterior, but the truth is undeniable.
"Maybe," he mutters gruffly, his voice just above a whisper. "Maybe I do. So what?" Your smile turns into a small smirk as you guide his hand to your chest, over your heart.
âI have a soft spot for you too..â you murmur, Scott's breath catches in his throat as he can feel the rapid beat of your heart underneath his palm, a tangible sign of your own vulnerability.
His gruff demeanor falters for a moment as he looks at you, his eyes searching your face for any sign of hesitation.
"You do?" he mutters, his voice a little hoarser than usual, your cheeks flush.
âCanât you tell that I do?â You lean closer, Scott's gaze flickers down to your lips as you lean closer, his heart racing rapidly. The proximity between you is dangerous, and he feels a mixture of vulnerability and desire.
He swallows hard, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face. "I... I didn't think you felt that way about me," he mutters gruffly. "You could have anyone you wanted, why me?"
âI donât know about that..â you say with surprise in your voice, Scott's brow furrows in confusion, his gruff exterior faltering again.
"What do you mean, you don't know about that?" he mutters, his voice gruff but laced with a hint of genuine surprise. "You could have any man you wanted. You're intelligent, charming, and..."
He trails off, swallowing hard as his gaze linger on your lips. âAny man that I wanted?â You hum, his heart rate spikes as you question his words. He can see the playful gleam in your eyes, and he can sense that you're testing him.
"Yeah," he mutters gruffly, his voice rougher than usual. "Any man at all. You could have your pick. So why would you..."
He lets the sentence hang in the air, the implication clear. âWhat can I say, I like the chase,â you tease, his gruff exterior faltering even more. The thought of you 'chasing' after him makes his stomach flip with a mixture of excitement and nerves.
He tries to maintain his composure, but he can't help the hint of a smile that tugs at the corner of his lips. "The chase, huh?"
You lean in to give him a soft peck, heâs caught off guard by your move, but he doesn't pull away. Instead, he lets out a soft, guttural sound as he feels the warmth of your lips against his.
"You've been driving me crazy for weeks." he mutters gruffly, his voice betraying a hint of desire.
âAnd yet I was the one who had to make the first moveâ you murmur against his lips, giving him another peck. Scott's fingers dig into your hips, his body instinctively pulling you closer, craving more of your touch.
Your words, whispered against his lips, send a wave of desire through him, erasing any pretense of indifference. "You... You are a goddamn tease," he growls, his voice thick with longing.
You pull away and slip out of the truck, Scott's eyes widen in surprise as you slip away from him, a pang of disappointment mixed with confusion. He follows you out of the truck, a mixture of desire and frustration etched on his face.
"Where are you going?" he demands gruffly, his voice betraying a hint of desperation.
âTo your room, so donât make me wait too long.â You turn to look back at him with a smirk.
Scott's eyes widen at your words, a mixture of surprise and excitement passing over his face. He stands there for a moment, processing what you've just said. Then, a sly, cocky smile spread across his lips. "You'd better not be screwing with me," he mutters gruffly, taking a step towards you.
âWell⊠maybe if you play your cards right we can do a little screwing..â you bite your lip as you turn to him, your back against his room door.
Scott's heart rate spikes at your suggestive words and the sight of you leaning against his door. He closes the distance between you, his body pressed against yours, his hands on either side of your head, trapping you against the door.
"You're damn right we will," he growls, his voice thick with desire. "But first, I need to know one thing."
âAnd whatâs that?â You look up at him, your hand pressing to his chest. Scott leans in closer, his lips hovering just above yours, his body pressed tightly against yours. He can feel the heat radiating off of you, and it's taking every ounce of his willpower not to lose control right then and there.
"Is this... Is this real? Or are you just playing some kind of game?" he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. The vulnerability in his voice is undeniable, as if he's letting you see a side of him that he doesn't let just anyone see.
âScott,â you say his name firmly, reaching up and cupping his cheek. âWhy would I play with you?â Your thumb runs over his cheekbone. âThis is real, all of it.â
Scott feels your touch on his cheek, and it sends a wave of emotion through him. The sight of your earnest expression, coupled with the soothing touch of your thumb, melts away any doubts he may have had.
Scott shakes himself out of his thoughts and fishes in his pocket for the key. He inserts the key into the lock and twists, opening the door and stepping aside to let you in.
He follows you inside, closing and locking the door behind him. The room is small and dimly lit, with a queen size bed taking up most of the space.
You reach out for his arm pulling him to you. He stumbles slightly, surprised by the strength in your pull. He stands before you, his body inches from yours, his eyes locked on yours. You capture his lips in a heated kiss.
Scott's thoughts are cut off as your lips crash against his in a hungry, heated kiss. His eyes widen in surprise, but it only takes a moment for his instincts to take over. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you against him as he returns the kiss with equal intensity.
He groans against your lips, his grip on you tight and possessive as he loses himself in the moment, you press your fingertips into his waist. Scott lets out a low growl, his body shuddering at the feeling of your fingertips on his skin. He looks at you, his eyes burning with a mixture of desire and frustration.
You press a kiss to his jaw. Scott's eyes flutter closed momentarily at the feel of your lips on his jaw. The touch is gentle and yet it sends a wave of heat through him. He lets out a gruff huff, his grip on your waist tightening as he tries to hold onto his composure.
You kiss his Adamâs apple, your hand sliding up his abs through his shirt. Scott's breath hitches at the feel of your lips on his skin, his body reacting with a mix of pleasure and longing. Your hand on his abs makes his muscles tense, his body instinctively arching into your touch.
He groans deeply, his resistance weakening as you continue to press kisses to his sensitive skin. "Damn it," he mutters gruffly, his voice strained. "You really know how to drive a man wild, don't you?"
âScott..â you murmur against his neck, Scott's body trembles at the sound of his name on your lips. The feeling of your warm breath on his neck sends a shiver down his spine, awakening every nerve ending.
He closes his eyes, his head tilting back slightly as he mutters your name in response, his voice thick with longing. "Yeah, princess?"
âSit down,â you reply softly. Scott's eyes open, the command in your voice catching him off guard. He looks at you, a mixture of surprise and curiosity on his face.
"Sit down?" he echoes gruffly, his confusion evident.
âMhmmâ you draw out, despite his surprise, Scott finds himself obeying your command, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. He looks up at you, his eyes never leaving yours as he waits to see what you'll do next.
"I'm sitting," he mutters gruffly, his voice betraying a hint of anticipation. "Now what?"
âYou're like a puppy,â you tease with a giggle. Scott's jaw muscles clench at your comment, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"Did you just compare me to a puppy?" he grumbles gruffly. But despite his gruff exterior, there's a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He can't help but find your teasing endearing, even if he'd never admit it out loud.
You start slowly unbuttoning your shirt âYou listen well, you have soft hair, and youâre cute. Just like a puppy.â you pull your shirt off, letting it fall to the ground. Scott's eyes widen as you start unbuttoning your shirt, his gaze immediately fixated on the exposed skin beneath.
His breath catches in his throat, and his hands clench into fists at his sides, resisting the urge to reach out and touch you. He swallows hard, his mouth suddenly dry. "You think I'm cute?" he mutters gruffly, his voice gruff as he tries to maintain his composure.
âThe cutest,â you smile sweetly, stepping between his legs and bringing his hands to your bra. Scott's hands twitch slightly at the sudden warmth under his palms. The feel of your skin and the soft lace of your bra against his calloused hands sends a jolt of electricity through his body.
He looks up at you, his expression a mix of desire and surprise. His eyes rake over your body, taking in every inch of exposed skin, his mouth watering at the sight of you. "Damn," he groans, his voice husky. "You're beautiful, princess."
You bite your lip âScott..â you look down at him, eyes full of lust and desire.
Scott's gaze is fixed on you, his eyes dark with desire and longing. He swallows hard, his throat dry as he registers the look in your eyes.
He tugs you closer, bringing his hands up to the small of your back, his palms pressing into your skin. "Say my name again," he mutters gruffly, his voice rough with need.
âScott, touch me please..â you practically whine out in desire, Scott's body shudders at the sound of your voice, desperate and needy. Your plea sparks something within him, igniting a fire of desire that he can't hold back anymore.
He swallows hard, a low growl rumbling in his throat as he looks up at you. "You want me to touch you, princess?" he mutters gruffly, his hands roaming across your back, caressing your skin.
âPlease,â you groan, your arms wrapping around his neck as you pull yourself closer to him.
Scott's breath hitches at the sound of your groaning plea, his heart racing in his chest. Your arms around his neck and your body pressed against him, pleading with him to touch you, it's driving him wild.
He leans his head forward, burying his face against your neck, his lips brushing against your skin as he responds. "You don't have to beg, princess," he mutters gruffly in your ear. "I'll touch you as much as you want."
You settle into his laps, grinding down against him. âI really need you, Scottie.â You whisper into his ear. Scott's body jerks involuntarily as you settle onto his lap and grind against him. A guttural moan escapes his lips at the sound of your whispered plea, his hands immediately grabbing onto your hips, holding you against him.
He buries his face against your neck, his breath hot against your skin. "You need me, huh?" he mutters gruffly, his voice strained as he struggles to maintain control.
âMore than anything.â Youâre desperate for him to take complete control.
Your words, full of need and desperation, ignite a primal fire within Scott. He can't deny you any longer, can't resist the need to claim you, to give you everything you want.
He growls deeply, his hands gripping your hips tighter as he lifts you up and moves you further onto the bed, laying you down with a thump. He prowls over you, his eyes dark with unconcealed desire.
"You're gonna get what you want, princess," he mutters gruffly. "I'll give you everything you need." You moan at his words, pulling him in for a passionate kiss.
Without breaking the kiss, Scott's hands start to explore your body, his fingertips tracing the lines of your waist, sliding up to the clasp of your bra. He fumbles with it for a moment, his urgency palpable, before finally releasing it.
The fabric falls away, revealing your bare breasts to his heated gaze. He groans into your mouth, his hands cupping you gently before his thumbs begin to tease your hardened nipples. The sensation sends a shock wave of pleasure through you, making your body arch off the bed.
His touch is rough but tender, each stroke setting your skin alight with a passion that's been smoldering between you for so long. You moan into his mouth, your hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as your kiss deepens. The room is filled with the sound of your heavy breathing and the rustle of clothes being removed, the air thick with anticipation.
Scott's eyes never leave yours as he moves to kiss down your neck, his mouth watering at the thought of tasting more of you. The intensity of your connection is undeniable, a powerful force that's been building for too long, finally ready to be unleashed.
Scott's desperation is undeniable as he kisses you with a fervor that leaves you breathless. His hands roam over your body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake as he peppers your skin with urgent kisses.
He moves down to your collarbone, sucking gently before moving to your breasts, taking one in his mouth and flicking the nipple with his tongue. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure straight to your core, making you gasp. His teeth graze your skin, leaving a series of love bites that feel like a brand, marking you as his.
Each suck and nip is accompanied by a soft groan of satisfaction from him, the sound vibrating against your chest and making your toes curl. His mouth moves further down, leaving a path of love marks across your stomach and hips, as if he's claiming every inch of you.
His teeth sink into your skin harder now, leaving dark hickeys that will be a delicious secret between the two of you. Each mark is a declaration of his desire, a physical testament to the passion that's been simmering just beneath the surface for so long. His hunger for you is insatiable, and you can feel it in every touch, every kiss, every possessive groan that rumbles through his chest.
Scott slides down the bed, his eyes never leaving yours, until his face is level with your hips. He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of your pants and pulls them down along with your underwear in one swift motion, exposing your wet and eager sex to his gaze.
He takes a moment to appreciate the sight, licking his lips in anticipation. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs gruffly, his voice thick with desire. He leans in, his breath hot against your skin, and you can feel the heat of his gaze as he looks at you. His tongue darts out, teasing the outer folds of your pussy before delving deeper, tasting your sweetness.
You moan, arching your back, as he begins to eat you out with a passion that's both rough and tender. His tongue circles your clit, flicking and stroking, as his hands grip your thighs, holding you open for him. He's relentless, his mouth working you with an intensity that leaves you trembling.
Each stroke of his tongue sends a wave of pleasure through you, each suck making you moan louder. He's not gentle, but you don't want him to be. You want him to devour you, to claim you, and that's exactly what he does. You can feel yourself getting closer to the edge with every pass of his tongue, your body tightening in anticipation of the orgasm that's building within you. "Don't stop," you whimper, your voice needy.
He doubles his efforts, his tongue delving into your wetness, his teeth grazing your sensitive clit. The pleasure is almost too much to bear, but you want more, need more of him.
His hands move to your hips, his grip tightening as he laps at you, his tongue moving in rhythm with the pulsing of your desire. You're so close, so very close, and he knows it.
He slows down, teasing you, making you beg for the release that's just out of reach. And when you're on the brink, when you think you can't take it anymore, he speeds up again, sending you hurtling over the edge with a scream of pleasure that fills the room.
As the last waves of your orgasm ripple through your body, you pull Scott up to you, desperate for more of his touch, more of him inside you. Your hands are everywhere, tangling in his hair, gripping his shoulders, pulling him closer as you kiss him deeply, tasting yourself on his lips.
The room spins with the intensity of your need, and you can feel his erection pressing against your thigh, a testament to his own desire. You rock your hips against him, seeking the friction that will bring you both to the brink again.
He groans into your mouth, his hands sliding down to grip your ass, pulling you closer as he grinds against you. The raw need in your movements, the way your body responds to his, it's like nothing he's ever felt before. He breaks the kiss, panting heavily, his eyes locked on yours as he reaches for his own pants, fumbling with the zipper.
With a swift motion, he shoves his pants down, freeing his cock, which stands thick and hard, ready to claim you. He reaches for the nightstand, grabbing a condom and ripping it open with his teeth before rolling it on.
His gaze never leaves yours as he positions himself at your entrance, the head of his cock nudging against your wetness. You bite your lip, your eyes wide with anticipation, your body aching for him to fill you. "Are you ready, princess?" he asks, his voice a low growl.
You nod eagerly, and with one swift thrust, he's inside you, burying himself to the hilt. You cry out, your nails digging into his back as he stretches and fills you completely. He stills for a moment, giving you time to adjust to his size, before he starts to move, his hips pumping into yours with a rough, primal rhythm that matches the beat of your racing heart.
Each stroke is deep and demanding, claiming you over and over again, making you his in every way possible. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer, your body moving in sync with his as the pleasure builds once more.
You're lost in the sensation, in the feeling of him inside you, the way he makes you feel so alive, so wanted. And as he continues to drive into you, you know that no matter what happens next, this moment will change everything.
Scott's groan deepens as he feels your body tighten around him, signaling your impending release. His thrusts become more urgent, his hips pistoning into yours with a force that shakes the bed. "Come for me, baby," he grunts, his voice a low, desperate growl that sends shivers down your spine.
You cling to him, your nails digging into his back as you arch up to meet each powerful stroke. The pressure inside you builds, coiling tighter and tighter until it snaps, sending a cascade of pleasure through your body. You scream out his name as you climax, your muscles spasming around his cock.
The sound of your pleasure is like music to his ears, pushing him over the edge as well. He drives into you one last time, burying himself deep as he releases, his entire body shaking with the force of his orgasm. For a moment, the only sounds in the room are the harsh gasps of your breathing and the wet slap of skin on skin.
Then, he collapses onto you, his weight a welcome warmth as your bodies come down from the high together. His forehead rests against yours, and you can feel his heart pounding in time with yours. "Fuck," he whispers gruffly, his voice filled with awe and wonder. "That was..." He trails off, unable to find the words to describe what just happened between you. You smile, feeling the same sense of amazement.
"Yeah," you murmur, your voice still shaky with aftershocks of pleasure. "It was." Scott's body trembles above you, his breathing heavy and ragged. He supports himself on his forearms, his weight pressing you into the bed. The heat radiating off of him, the feel of his skin against yours, is both overwhelming and exhilarating.
He looks down at you, his eyes burning with a mixture of desire, awe, and vulnerability. His rough exterior has cracked, revealing the man beneath - the one who desires you so fiercely.
"I don't think I've ever... felt anything like that before," he mutters gruffly, his voice raw with emotion. You smile, looking up at him lovingly.
âYeah?â You hum sweetly, Scott nods, his eyes searching yours as he gazes down at you. He reaches out, his hand caressing your cheek, his touch gentle.
"Yeah," he mutters gruffly, his voice still hoarse. "I've never been as completely consumed by anyone the way I am with you. It's like..." He falters, struggling to find the right words to express what he's feeling.
You pull him down on the bed next to you, blushing at his words. âThatâs a good thing, right?â Scott lets himself fall onto the bed next to you, his body molding against yours instinctively. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.
He looks at you, his eyes soft and affectionate. "Of course it is, princess," he mutters gruffly, a small smile tugging at his lips. "It's the best damn thing I've ever felt."
âIâll be right back,â you mumble against his ear, slowly pulling away from his warmth. You grab his shirt and bound off to the bathroom.
Scott lets out a low growl as you pull away from him, the sudden absence of your warmth against his body leaving him feeling cold and empty. He watches as you grab his shirt and head off to the bathroom.
He sits up in bed, his body still buzzing with the aftershocks of your intimate moment, his eyes following you until you disappear into the bathroom, he pulls his boxers back on.
You clean up your appearance, fixing your hair and smeared lipstick. You slip his shirt on, taking a deep breath of his musk.
He smooths his hair before he sits back against the headboard. His eyes focused on the door. You slip back out of the bathroom, smiling at him as you crawl into the bed with him.
Scott's heart rate increases as you slip out of the bathroom, his shirt covering your body. The thought of you wearing his clothes, surrounded by his scent, drives him wild.
He watches as you crawl into the bed with him, a small, appreciative smile forming on his lips. His arms immediately wrap around you, pulling you tight against him, his chest rumbling with a possessive growl.
"You look good in my shirt, princess," he mutters gruffly, his hands roaming across your body, exploring every inch of you.
âAnd you look good with a smile,â you kiss his cheek. Scott's cheeks flush slightly at your words, his gruff exterior momentarily slipping as he absorbs your praise.
He looks at you, his eyes warm and affectionate as he mutters gruffly, "You know how to melt a man's heart, huh?" He reaches out, his hand grabbing your chin, turning your head to look at him. "And you look even better in my bed," he adds, a sly smirk forming on his lips.
âThen I should stay in it more often.â You lean in kissing his soft lips. Scott's body hums with desire as you lean in and kiss him. His lips press against yours hungrily, his tongue slipping into your mouth, tasting you, claiming you. His hands roam across your body, pulling you even closer against him.
He mutters gruffly against your lips, "You should. And you should definitely wear my shirt more often."
âIâd be happy to, it smells just like you..â you cuddle into his chest, âIt's like heaven.â
Scott's heart swells at your words, his chest puffing out with pride. He wraps his arms around you, holding you against him, his hands roaming across your back in slow, soothing circles.
"Heaven, huh?" he mutters gruffly, a hint of a smile in his voice you close your eyes with a content sigh.
âCan I sleep in your arms tonight?â You murmur against his chest.
Scott's heart skips a beat at your request, his arms instinctively tightening around you. The thought of holding you in his arms all night, keeping you safe and warm, is both overwhelming and soothing.
He nuzzles his face into your hair, inhaling your scent, before muttering gruffly, "Of course, princess. I'd be a fool to deny you anything you want."
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