#this is what three drinks in and a binge watch session gets you

[itsthatpearl]

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Hannibal x F!OC

His Amuse-Bouche

Chapter 1: "Run, Rabbit, Run"

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Beth is a young woman struggling with her past. When her mysterious psychiatrist offers to help her, she finds herself in a situation no-one wishes to be in.

Word count: 2k

Thank you Ziggy and my partner Kris for beta reading <3

TW: THIS IS A HORROR FANFIC. MAJOR DEAD DOVE. SPECIFIC TRIGGERS ARE LISTED, BUT THEY CAN SPOIL THE STORY, SO IF YOU WANT TO ENJOY THE HORROR AS BEST AS YOU CAN, GO STRAIGHT TO THE STORY.

SPECIFIC TRIGGERS: Mental health issues (depression, ptsd, anxiety, social anxiety, panic attacks and dissociating), distressing impulsive thoughts, sexual tension, sexual themes, horror, gore, cannibalism, bad parenting, rough language, violence, drugs, spiked drinks, alcohol, light emetophobia.

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“Are you still with me?” he asked.

I came back from my own world and looked at him. He looked at me with the same face he always does. You couldn't decipher his thoughts. Maybe he was just a good psychiatrist. Maybe he was dangerous for it. His tone was calm but questioning, almost demanding me back to the present. “Yes, forgive me” I chuckled nervously. “Dr. Lecter, I think I need a moment” I muttered with tears starting to gather beneath my eyes. “What happened to you was truly traumatic. It is merely understandable for you to get lost in those memories when we talk about them. Like Ernest Hemingway said; “The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places”. You just need to find what makes you stay strong” he said while staring deep into my eyes. I was too afraid to look back at him. It made me uneasy. There was this weird tension I felt every time our eyes met. I had told myself it was just something my mind created with almost every man I met. Anxiety from being alone with them. Fear of being used. Fear of actually feeling anything especially with men I couldn’t have. Fear of wanting them. Him going down and removing my clothes.

I nodded quickly, took a tissue from the side table and dried my eyes softly while shaking my head. I could still feel my body and mind being on a vacation, but I didn't want him to know I had started dissociating.

“Our time is up, Beth. How do you feel now?” he asked as he always did when our session was done. “I feel good” I said maybe too quickly as I looked at him unable to meet his eyes. “Very well. I’ll see you next week then” he nodded.

I grabbed my jacket and left home as fast as I could. As soon as I got inside my house, I collapsed on the floor. I stared at the wall trying to ground myself.

“THAT’S IT! I AM SICK OF YOU WHINING EVERY FUCKING TIME YOU COME HERE. I AM YOUR FUCKING FATHER, NOT HIM. A PUSSY CAN’T TAKE TWO COCKS AND I AM DAMN SURE IT MINE THAT CREATED YOU SO STOP CALLING HIM YOUR FATHER FROM NOW OR I SWEAR YOU WILL BE SORRY FOR IT.”

I looked at my hand and rubbed each finger slowly looking at the clock. Five hours. It took me five full hours to get through what had felt like a few minutes. I stood up and looked at the door which was still open. I closed it and walked into the kitchen. Fuck. I was actually starting to do it again. I drank a huge glass of water and leaned my back against the counter. My phone buzzed but I didn’t bother to check who had texted me. I opened the fridge to see it full of nothing. I sighed and decided to once again order pizza.

“Stop being a fucking coward. Just jump. It is not so fucking hard. Why do you always have to be such a fucking pussy. You are just like your mother.”

Another nightmare. The sofa was wet from sweat. I groaned and sat up grabbing my phone. I had slept for 20 minutes and it was three in the morning. Sighing I opened the text messages:

*I think I need help*

I turned on the TV and started binge watching The Real Housewives. After four episodes my phone finally buzzed:

*18.00, come to my house, we can have an emergency meeting there*

I stared at the message in silence. His house. Today. I had been Dr. Lecter’s patient for 3 months, and never had he told me he took patients at his house too. I didn’t give it much thought and placed my phone back down. I looked at the time. It was a little over six in the morning. I sighed and continued watching The Real Housewives.

I looked at the ground. The fall was definitely more than three meters. I was shivering. Images of my back and legs breaking flashed through my eyes. I looked back at him. “I don’t know…I don’t think I want to do it” I laughed nervously

I took my jacket and breathed deep. One last look at myself from the mirror. I looked like I hadn’t slept, which made sense. Now I thanked myself for showering yesterday morning, at least I looked like I hadn’t completely lost it. I tried to flash a smile at myself but it made me feel just more insane. I took my phone and keys and left my house.

His house was magnificent. It looked tidy and simple from the outside, just like Dr. Lecter himself too. I knocked at the door sharply at six. I knew he was a punctual person, so I felt it was only polite to be perfectly on time. The door opened revealing Dr. Lecter wearing a dark gray suit. He always looked like he was about to go to a business meeting or a fancy dinner, which made him appear professional. “Good evening, Beth. Please, come in” he smiled and invited me inside. I nodded walking inside as the door closed behind me. I took a coat hanger and hung my jacket politely on the rack. I could already feel the nervousness rising in my body. “Let us talk in the living room, would you like to have something to drink? Perhaps a cup of tea?” he asked. I once again nodded adding “a cup of tea sounds good, thank you”. I walked into the living room as the doctor vanished to the kitchen.

The living room was full of art, a few beautiful chairs and a grand fireplace in the middle of the back wall. It was gray and on the top of it there were photographs in beautiful little frames. Children. One boy and a girl. One had writing on the corner: “Hannibal ir Mischa, Motinos Diena”. There is also a date, but the picture has gone wet at some point from that corner, so I was unable to decipher what it said. “Your tea is ready” I heard behind me. I turned around quickly, blushing. “I am so sorry, I was being nosy” I shake my head and walk to sit down on a chair that is facing him. “It is alright, it is a normal human reaction to start wandering around a new place” he said nonchalantly and handed me a cup. I took it nodding slowly and raised the cup on my lips. It smelled like chamomile. I blew carefully into the cup and took a sip. It was a perfect temperature, which took me by surprise. I was used to burning my tongue with tea, then placing it down and forgetting it until it was cold. But not this time, it was simply ready to be consumed.

“Have you started to see the nightmares again?” he asked, leaning slightly back in his chair. I took a sip out of my cup and placed it down. Fucking hell. How did he know I was here because of that? “Yes. It is the same one. I wake up from the floor and see the door is wide open. Then I walk to the living room and…I see the blood” I stop and look at the fireplace. The fire is dancing gracefully on top of the three logs licking them up and down. I started to actually be consumed by the sight. The fire ate out the wood destroying everything and burning it down. What if he wants to lick me out just like that fire licks the wood- no no NO. Now was not the time for thoughts like this. I shaked my head and tried to get rid of the image I had painted. It was not easy, as my body had already responded with a need for something more than just talking. “And your parents are there, in the bedroom, as always?” I heard him ask. I looked at him and blinked a few times. “Yes. As always. As they were” I nodded. For a moment he looked at me almost like he was entertained, but it disappeared as quick as he opened his mouth. “I see. I think you should see me twice per week now if your condition is taking a worse turn. And I can give you a prescription for a good sleep medication. The same one you had last time” he says and looked at my hand holding the tea cup. I could see he noticed the small indurations my palms had started to form from squeezing my nails into them. I quickly drank down the cup and placed it down covering my palms with my sleeves. “Can I use the bathroom, please?” I asked while looking at the floor ashamed. “Yes, down the hall” he nodded as I stood up and quickly walked out of the living room.

I squeezed my nails into my palms once again and opened the first door I could see. It was dark inside, and I reached out for a light switch. As the light turned on, I could see that this room was not, in fact, a toilet. It was a cleaning closet. The shelves were stacked with bleach, hydrogen peroxide, stacks of single use gloves, and other cleaning supplies. If I knew better, I would’ve said this was a cleaning closet of a serial killer. I closed the door quietly and looked at the other doors. Then I noticed one of them was slightly ajar. I opened it fully to see the bathroom. I went inside and closed the door, locking it. I sat down on the toilet, buried my head into my hands and sighed. When did my head start to feel this heavy?

“If you don’t jump now, I will leave you here. I am sick and tired of you acting this way” he spitted out. I looked at him and shaked my head in silence. “Fine. You know what, I think you can get down by yourself then” he said before jumping down. He walked inside slamming the door behind him. It has started to become dark and there I was. Alone on the roof of the house. And it had just started to snow again.

After I was done I left the bathroom quietly. I walked back to the living room to see it was empty. Maybe Dr. Lecter had gone to the kitchen. I walked to the direction he had vanished earlier to make my tea. The kitchen was tidy, but it was still full. Everything was neatly placed, but I could see he had been in the middle of cooking when I came. Vegetables were cut, everything was ready to be cooked. There was a bottle of red wine and two glasses. Other one was half full, the other empty and untouched. Was he waiting for someone? And why did my head feel so heavy but light at the same time? Was the lack of sleep finally starting to affect me? I almost lost my balance and placed my hand on the counter to steady myself. I needed something with sugar, I hadn’t actually eaten anything the whole day. Maybe Dr. Lecter had juice or anything consumable in his fridge. I couldn’t even think straight anymore. I had to get something into my system. Fighting to keep my eyes closed I staggered closer to the fridge and opened it. I opened my eyes wide in horror. There was a hand wrapped in plastic foil next to the juice. “Viande découpée, I am curing it for tomorrow” a familiar voice purred behind me. “A-are you…do you…..?” I tried to say something but nothing came out of my mouth. The room started spinning and he placed his hand on my cheek and tutted “Shh. Calm down, zuiki. You will be alright”. I collapsed on the floor and fought to keep my eyes open. Last thing I could see was him hovering over me and closing my eyes with a pleased smile on his face. Then everything went black.

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Next chapter

[crockettmarcel]

13. Who calls in the middle of the night? for sockett <3

here is a fun lil excerpt for day one of whumptober !! enjoy <3

“Reese?”

“You’re not Nat.” The voice on the other line is almost giddy with barely contained laughter, but definitely Sarah. Crockett can’t think of the last time he’s seen her crack a smile, let alone laugh through gritted teeth on a midnight phone call. “Who is this?”

“Sarah, it’s Crockett. Did you mean to call me?” 

“I tried everyone else,” Sarah trails off, taking her words with her. “I thought maybe Nat would answer. You’re not here.”

He frowns and clears his throat. “I am, I’m right here, Sarah. What do you need?” 

“There’s something-” A giggle. “There’s something really wrong with me.”

That piques Crockett’s interest, immediately pulling him worlds away from his current studying session. He’s definitely not finishing this essay in time. “What do you mean?” 

“You were pre-med, right?”

“Yeah, for like two weeks three years ago,” he says. “What’s going on?” 

“I can’t walk right.” 

“What do you mean?” Crockett repeats. He feels like he’s getting nowhere with this conversation, and as much as he wants to help Sarah, he’s not sure how when she won’t give him a coherent answer to anything he asks her.

“Like, my feet won’t work.” 

“Is it numbness or a prickling feeling?” Crockett asks, pulling from the small amount of medical knowledge he’s gained from binge-watching all of Grey’s Anatomy. Two weeks of pre-med did almost nothing for him.

Another giggle. “Numbness.” 

“How much have you had to drink?” 

“Two screwdrivers.” 

Crockett wracks his brain. Orange juice and vodka. Even considering the liquor, two drinks wouldn’t have been enough to get Sarah this drunk, especially not to the point where she couldn’t walk properly. 

“Reese,” he says. “Sarah, are you sure that’s all you had to drink?” 

“Mmhmm,” Sarah hums. Crockett can hear the sound of what he assumes is a party in the background of the call. 

“Do you need a ride home?” He asks.

“I- I think there’s something wrong with me,” Sarah says again, ignoring his question. 

“Is there someone you can stay with until I get there?” 

“Mm,” a pause, “I don’t think so. I called- I called everyone. No one answered.” 

“Okay,” Crockett grabs his keys, his phone still pressed to his ear. “Sarah, can you tell me more about what’s going on? Where are you?” 

[delicatenightfury]

Soulmate AU - First thoughts

2021 Month of Writing: Day 3

Prompt: soulmate au where your tattoo shows the first thing your soulmate thought when they saw you

Word Count: 842

Author's Note: please don't steal my work! you can choose to respond to the prompt as well, but don't steal my work.

I sighed as I threw on a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt. I really didn’t want to get out of bed today, but the cafeteria was having french toast sticks for breakfast. It had been an insanely long week full of projects and papers. There had been little time to dedicate to myself since there was so much homework. Luckily, it was Saturday and I had just recently gotten my own dorm, so I had the room all to myself. I was in need of a good tv binge and paint session.

After making sure I at least looked semi-presentable, I slowly dragged myself out of my room and out of the dorm. The walk to the cafeteria thankfully wasn’t long. I am the type of person that likes to get their food, eat, and leave. Sure, if I had friends there, I might stay longer, but most of the time I sat by myself so a quick meal was easy.

As I approached the doors, I noticed a small group of guys coming up the stairs. Another small sigh passed through my lips. I wasn’t going to make it into the building before them. Though, I guess that wasn’t a bad thing. That just meant that most of them wouldn’t see what a bum I looked like.

I slowed down just enough for them to go in first, but the last guy paused to hold open the door.

“You can go ahead first,” he said with a smile.

“Thanks,” I said shyly, ducking my head. 

He was kinda cute, not gonna lie. Oh Lord, Lara, really? He’s literally just holding open the door for you.

I quickly swiped my meal card and went off to find breakfast. I got into line and ordered my normal meal of french toast, hash browns, and a biscuit. Oh yay! They have jelly today! I grabbed the few other things I needed, as well as my drink, and made my way to my usual seat.

The cafeteria had lots of circular tables, but I preferred a small table against the wall that could only fit two or three. I guess my reasoning for liking this seating was kind of weird - the fewer chairs, the less likely someone is to sit with me.

I set down my things and slowly started to eat. There were times I needed to remind myself that I wasn’t in a rush to be anywhere since I had a tendency to eat pretty quickly. As I ate, I took a quick glance around the room. There weren’t a lot of people, but what do you expect on a weekend?

I opened my phone and started scrolling through Instagram. I paused for a moment when I saw a new post for one of my favorite tv shows. I couldn’t help my smile and immediately liked and saved the post.

“Hi, Lara?”

I jumped in surprise at the sudden voice. I hadn’t even heard anyone approach me! I looked up and found that the guy who had held open the door for me was standing by the table.

“Yes?” I said.

“This is going to sound really forward, but could I sit with you?”

“Uh, yeah I guess so?”

“My name is James, by the way,” he said as he put his plate of food down and sat across from me.

“I’m Lara, but apparently you know that? I’m sorry, have we met? I don’t really recognize you.”

“No, I don’t think we have, but um…” He shifted slightly in his seat. “Sorry, I’m a little awkward about this. It’s just that…” He paused again before sighing.

I watched as he lifted his arm and rolled up his sleeve. He laid it down on the table for me to see the writing there.

He was kinda cute, not gonna lie. Oh Lord, Lara, really? He’s literally just holding open the door for you.

My eyes widened in shock. I looked up at James. He had a nervous smile on his face.

“That was-”

“The first thing you thought when you saw me at the door?” he finished.

I put down my phone and pulled up my own sleeve to reveal the words printed there. They were the words that my soulmate thought when he first saw me. They were words I had memorized and traced a thousand times, but now I couldn’t quite believe them. I hadn’t even felt my arm burn when it happened.

Wait a second, is she my soulmate?

I looked up at him again to find him reading over my words. His smile grew a bit more as he nodded.

“That’s it,” he said. “My first thought when I saw you.”

 I had never been sure how the whole soulmate thing worked. Was my soulmate put off that I was supposedly meant for him? What would it feel like? Where would I be? Never in my life would I imagine myself to be dressed in sweats and a sweatshirt, looking like a bum as I went to breakfast.

[pontevoix]

SEND ME A SHIP AND I’LL TELL YOU: holiday edition tsukishima + kuroo @pridewon

who wears the ugly christmas sweaters

if you ask tsukishima, kuroo’s sense of humor does not make sense. kuroo finds the ugliest clothing sweaters possible or receives them as a gift, & really just . . . exclusively wears it with people who kuroo knows will cringe every time they look at him. neither tsukishima or kuroo really frequents places that carry awful sweaters in stock . . . mostly because they don’t really care to spend their free time doing clothing shopping or thrifting or looking for odds & ends. so it’s not necessarily that kuroo comes into possession of an ugly ass sweater too often but if he sees one that is particularly bad ( thank you lev ), then kuroo gets way too excited to borrow it.

it’s a game to see how long it takes for tsukishima to wrinkle his nose at first sight of kuroo’s sweater. it’s another game to see if the boldness of the sweater can win any specific response from tsukishima throughout the course of the evening.

. . . tsukishima pretends he cannot see it & makes a new game. it’s called going home early.

who picks out the holiday movies and who makes the hot cocoa

it’s not holiday movies as much as it is tsukishima accidentally watching holiday-themed television episodes that crop up on his recent binge. it’s not that tsukishima is out there watching cable in the era of streaming platforms, but he doesn’t hunt for things to watch if he can help. not going to lie, he has closed his eyes & picked something at random ( i know, he’s wild )& then shit talks that. because random choice is not actually random, it usually means that tsukishima is watching material that is currently being promoted. hence!! seasonal episodes. kuroo either comes home when tsukishima is about to wrap up his binge session or realizes belatedly that tsukishima is throwing himself a gossip party & literally makes himself a hot cocoa for viewing pleasure.

please note i said makes himself a hot cocoa. he doesn’t make both of them a hot cocoa. he makes himself one for the primary purpose of seeing how long it takes tsukishima to notice that he is kuroo’s entertainment material.

tsukishima ends up stealing kuroo’s drink which is… probably part of the plan.

who starts the snowball fight

fffff it depends on what they’re wearing. if they’re dressed for work ( suits & whatever ) then it’s off limits. suits are expensive, & they are not about to take risks with messing with that because it’s not exactly as they are rich in clothing. honestly, both of them just pretend that they aren’t mixing & matching the same three or four pants with different shirts.

high style, obviously.

in gym attire or casual clothing? it’s a different game. primarily, it’s kuroo’s game. tsukishima is prone to cold fingertips. his ears & nose go pink from the cold really fast too, even if he’s wearing gloves. so he’ll stare at the snow & decide it isn’t worth it until kuroo is an assHoLE.

it’s fine. tsukishima plays a different type of warfare than snowballs. he just waits until the perfect moment to hipcheck kuroo into stepping into a snowdrift. sucks to suck, loser!

who drags the other under the mistletoe

there is no mistletoe, technically speaking. bokuto sent kuroo a text with a selfi-efilter that included mistletoe at the top. bokuto thought it was hilarious, & kuroo thought it was hilarious too. kuroo delighted in surprise ambushing tsukishima with selfie-situations — which is bad enough, but even worse when tsukishima would realize there’s a mistletoe in the picture which . . . tsukishima immediately vetoes.

kuroo keeps trying to find ways to make it more of a surprise too, by kissing his cheek in the same second he’s presenting the selfie threat.

this is all fun & games until kuroo remembers suddenly that he has no technology skills & accidentally posted one of these pictures to the social media story. which turned into a frenzied effort to delete it. tsukishima took a small video of kuroo fighting with his phone for this & captioned it — “ live footage of a sad man trying to figure out why carrying a mistletoe filter doesn’t help him accomplish anything.”

. . . he just sends this to kuroo. if kuroo gets kissed, it’s because tsukishima amused & pleased with his victory.

who decorates the house

honestly, they’re both . . . really really bad at the idea of holidays as individuals & then more so together. they don’t really know what it means to think about holidays or seasonal experiences outside of the intimacy of their families. which is not to say that they’re always around their families or anything for holidays, but i feel like it takes a lot of staring at one another to sort of figure out what they want to build.

all this to say, they don’t decorate. their decorations are seasonal foods & teas & pastries that they accidentally buy too frequently. also ? people from kuroo’s work & those he’s networked with ?? keep giving him freaking fruit baskets or something ?? it drives tsukishima up the wall because he doesn’t understand it for the life of him.

that being said, the way that tsukishima gets cold easily & really has a heavy leaning preference towards cosiness to balance himself out ? they decorate for winter functionally more so than they decorate for the holiday season. more throw blankets are out, warmer slippers are retrieved, the kettle is always plugged in, & they find a heating blanket that they sometimes share on the couch when kuroo is playing some video game & tsukishima is reading.

who hangs up the ornaments on the tree no tree. they did accidentally once receive a cat tree from the elderly next door neighbor. kuroo couldn’t figure out how to tell his neighbor that he didn’t need a cat tree, ended up apologizing, & accepting the tree anyway. tsukishima found it hilarious & used it as a bookshelf for a while. they kinda used it as a christmas tree if they needed to put holiday related materials… somewhere?

who cooks holiday dinner

honestly, it’s a mess of work schedules & family obligations. in this specific instance, it’s not that they’re trying to hide one specific element of their lives from the other . . . they’re just kinda used to traveling, so it feels amicable. after all, if kuroo can score a few days off, then he spends time with his father who has never said anything but . . . misses seeing his children in the same space. kuroo’s sister visits often their father enough that he isn’t totally separate, but it’s an incomplete picture.

meanwhile, tsukishima’s mother is alone. akiteru & kei carpool when they can to go see her.

in this regard, the priorities are not the holidays. it’s just mostly a matter of feasibility. it’s a strange thing, because it takes them a long time to process that they haven’t really . . . celebrated things together themselves beyond getting meals together or parties with friends.

either way, when visiting families, tsukishima & kuroo are both responsible for helping with meals.

if kuroo & tsukishima are in sendai, tsukishima’s family is closer. kuroo has visited the tsukishima family home because neither akiteru or tsukishima’s mother thought it reasonable that tsukishima’s roommate not have plans for holiday meals.

who sings holiday songs

kuroo except kuroo keeps playing it on his bass guitar rather than just singing. it’s usually an accident & just happens because kuroo accidentally picks out a certain rhythm or note sequence. tsukishima either gives him privacy for this or sorta . . . reminds kuroo that he can be heard by popping in to challenge him to make something like “ah. if you’re going to play ____ song like ____, then surely you can play ____ like a funeral march. no ? thought so.”

which is just a way to sorta… egg him on, tsukishima keeps listening & honestly likes to hear kuroo playing.

no one will hear tsukishima sing, but he hums along to indie holiday songs i am so sorry

if they have any holiday traditions lol they facetime? which is true because they’re apart, but i think the heating blanket is a holiday tradition (according to tsukishima. he’s just decided. right now. it’s a tradition). i also think that something they sorta settle into as a tradition for a shared day off in the holiday season is just . . . being lazy together. having a day where they order take out, lounge around, decompress on their own for a bit until kuroo cons tsukishima into playing him in a game.

every year they start talking about the lazy day as though it were a holiday & somehow . . . always fail to acknowledge the fact they both get restless. tsukishima will never admit it, but also needs to move a lot so they end up walking in the nearest park they can find.

most of their holiday traditions are things that are forged by groups of friends or whomsever because they’re still figuring out their own priorities. maybe there’s an annual casual volleyball game around friends that they do. maybe tsukishima goes and does a game with the alumni group when he’s visiting his family.

kuroo also gets a little into the idea of deep cleaning at the start of a new year. tsukishima goes along with it before realizing he doesn’t want to sort through things. they clean out their pantry & call it a day. sitting at the couch together, they also ~panic~ write postcards & letters & acknowledgements.

who would start a food fight during baking tsukishima somehow gets conned into baking. he’s not sure how. he’s not sure why. he’s not much of a baker, but i would probably say tsukishima’s mother is somehow responsible. it’s not that tsukishima makes anything inedible — it’s just maybe not good enough to be worth the effort. the food fight emerges in that tsukishima gets increasingly ( visibly ) displeased to the point that they wind up having a bit of a bake off complete with sabotages.

if tsukishima put salt in one of kuroo’s batch of cookies? no one can prove it. he’s watched some cooking reality television. he’ll never tell. xoxo.

kuroo’s sabotage was more frustrating because it actually tasted fine & confused the both of them.

who would get drunk off of eggnog

eggnog drinks are basically a seasonal version of tsukishima’s damned kahlua drink, c’mon. also tsukishima shares a tolerance with his brother so it doesn’t take much. i think tsukishima’s life started to change a little though when he realized he could make an eggnog hot chocolate concoction cocktail thing. so if kuroo makes hot chocolate for (1), tsukishima makes his leveled up hot chocolate & then

they just end up stealing sips of one another’s drink. kuroo doesn’t even like eggnog that much on his own, i feel. he really just drinks it because tsukishima gets defensive about his drink preference & then ? in the same breath ? if kuroo gets out his drink of choice, tsukishima just says something along the lines of:

. . . yeah that’s not the mood

once somehow they agreed to host a holiday get-together at their apartment provided eggnog. suga spiked it too strong accidentally & neither kuroo or tsukishima count this in their tally of “getting drunk off of eggnog”

[purplesurveys]

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Are you going to be busy tomorrow? Not at all. I don’t have to report to work until January 4th, so the next week and a half is just gonna be filled with naps and maybe binge-watching sessions here and there. And 5x the coffee I would normally drink, hehe.

What was the last topic you read about on Wikipedia? The plot to Good Will Hunting. I was watching it earlier with my parents but it’s been a while since I last saw it, so I looked up the plot just so I knew what scenes are coming. Such a good fucking movie.

Have you ever donated money to Wikipedia? I haven’t.

Is your country part of the Commonwealth? It is not.

Around what time of the year do you start your Christmas shopping? I start in mid-November, then I kinda just work in weekly batches from there. For online orders I make sure all my orders are in a week before Christmas to give enough breathing room for shipping; but in the case of presents I can buy at the mall I usually save them for last and just brave the Dec 22-24 crowds lol.

Do you have blinds or curtains on your windows? I have these pull-down blinds that I want to replace with blackout curtains. But for now, they do the job.

What are the most common birds you'd see around your home? Just the maya. Sometimes I’ll spot crows and doves.

Did you sleep well last night? Very well. I passed out as soon as we got home; I got so little sleep in the last two days. But since yesterday was the last family gathering we had to go to, sleep felt so much sweeter knowing we didn’t have to go anywhere else and socialize for 8-12 hours anymore lol.

Did you live within walking distance of school when you were a kid? Not at all. My grade school/high school was in the upper part of the city, i.e. on top of a mountain; there was no way I could’ve walked to it. The Philippines also isn’t a very walkable city in general – you need cars to get to anywhere.

What board games did you play when you were growing up? Nothing too varied. Scrabble was a favorite.

Do you know any sign language? Just certain words here and there. I definitely can’t communicate fluently.

When was the last time you bought new clothes? What did you get? Last week. I was buying clothes for Hans when I ended up spotting this oversized fit t-shirt that I really liked, so I got that for myself too lol. What, other than books, do you have on your bookshelves? My room is in the middle of a renovation so I currently do not have a bookshelf, but the shelves on my TV stand (closest thing I’ve got to a bookshelf) are home to most of my K-pop merch. Do you ever watch streamers on Twitch? Nah. I tried getting into it a few times but the platform is just not for me. How close are your nearest neighbours? It’s just the house right next to ours. Healthy distance and we don’t have to worry about them overhearing our convos or being creeps, but it’s right next to ours nonetheless.

Has your house ever been broken into? How did you find out? No. That is one of my biggest fears.

What do you usually eat for breakfast? Iced coffee.

What's the first thing your hand touches if you reach to the left? My chair. Describe your favourite mug or cup. It’s just a bronze Starbucks cup. Nothing too special.

If you could teleport to any country right now for a holiday, what would it be? South Korea.

Are you overwhelmed right now? Naw, I’m as relaxed as relaxed can be. I’ve really needed this break.

Did you share a bedroom with someone when you were growing up? I shared a room with my entire family - parents, two siblings - until I was 10, which was when we moved out of our extended family’s duplex. My parents also attempted to have me and my sister share a room since our new house only had three rooms; eventually they just had the balcony rebuilt as an extra bedroom for my brother, while my sister and I got our own rooms.

Have you ever had anything dry cleaned? I don’t think so.

How many group chats are you in? Do you participate in them much? Must be anywhere in the 30-50 range. Filipinos love their group chats; we make one for pretty much anything that involves >2 people.

What's the best concert you ever went to? Paramore, 2018.

Do you like to watch subtitled movies? Yes. Everything I watch has to have subtitles, even if it’s in English. I fucking hate it when actors mumble and I end up missing sentences lol.

Are you still in touch with any of your exes? Gross. No.

How old were you when the first American Pie movie came out? 1.

Do you know how to change the oil in a car? What about a flat tyre? I don’t know how to do either. Which is why when we were hit with a flat tire on our way back to Manila last weekend, I only did what any Gen Z would do - post and smile with the said tire LOL What do you do for work? I work in public relations and work with several high-profile clients.

[lavynrose]

hello it's me again! may i ask for headcannons for vyn,artem,marius and luke on what they would do when the reader suddenly kinda ignores them or they're just less affectionate or clingy since they thought they were bothering them or they were being annoying? have a great day!! :D

- coomkie anon

ToT men when you get distant pt. 1

headcanons + scenarios

character/s: Luke Pearce

warning/s: SUGGESTIVE ON THE LAST PART! minor spoilers from his personal story

notes: SJAHGEUWHWJAJA i was tempted to divide this into four parts and that's exactly what i did >:) because 1) i needed more time to think abt scenarios for the other three 2) I like making fics longer than they should be. but mostly #1

Artem, Vyn, and Marius coming soon!

reblogs would be poggers <333 masterlist

Luke Pearce

As Luke solves more and more formidable cases everyday, it's only right for him to get more and more attention as a private detective.

and eventually, become in demand with various clients all throughout Stellis

As his S/O, of course, you're so proud of him! He's a natural born genius, what can you say

accepting jobs left and right, he's been overworking himself lately, and it's unavoidable that it would take a toll on his health

you were beyond worried

you took it upon yourself to take care of him and would constantly remind him to at least drink some water or take a short nap

even a 20 minute nap would be good, studies have shown

but luke was stubborn

there are some days that his clients were being too demanding that it can't just be helped. he would sit on his desk from morning until night without a care of anything else outside of his own little world

it's been a while since you two last hang out, you can't even watch movies or have a little cuddle session because of how busy he is

you're aware just how passionate he is with being a detective, as you were a witness to it; how he would always stay up all night working on analysis and collecting evidence, how a delightful blush would appear in his cheeks whenever he declared that he had solved a case

he's in love with his work

so you brush away the neglection that emerges in your heart

all of his tasks are going to be done before you know it, you convince yourself

he's Luke Pearce, after all

so you decided to give him space for now

Today is sunday.

If it had been any other sunday, you'd be humming with a hop in your step towards the kitchen to prepare for you and your boyfriend's weekly movie date night.

If it had been any other sunday, you'd be listing what groceries to buy or what food to cook so that you'll have an abundance of snacks while you two were binge-watching.

Unfortunately for you though, today isn't your typical sunday.

You scanned your eyes around your shared bedroom, the ginger-haired detective nowhere to be found. You're sure he's working himself to the boot inside his precious study room as he did the night before.

You ran your fingers through your hair as you get up from the soft mattress of the bed, groaning, "What time is it?"

You tilted your head to look up the wall clock.

9:00am

You sighed. This whole week Luke's nose was stuck solely on the documents and case files with different coded numbers and names you can't even recognize.

You told him time and time again that not getting enough rest is not healthy for both the body and the brain, but he just shrugged it off with a "Relax. I'll finish this in no time." with bags under his eyes no less.

His body has been running on instant ramen and black coffee throughout this entire ordeal, you even noticed how his eyes would droop every now and then. You can't comprehend how he can still manage to function in that state.

You were not having it. He barely even looked at you, and when he does, it's to tell you to not be so loud, that he needs everything to be quiet to concentrate.

You stomped out of the bedroom, ready to give him a piece of your mind.

As your hands clamped the doorknob of his study room, you were already preparing and practicing what to say in a way that won't give him further stress. You clicked the door open.

"Luke, that's enou-" you immediately stopped your ministrations when your eyes caught sight of the raven with his head plopped on his desk, arms dangling loosely.

Your eyes soften. Leaning down, you wiped off the stray bangs covering his face.

The soft glow of the morning sun emanating from the windows gave him an angelic glow, his plump lips parted slightly, taking in soft breaths. Exhaustion finally gave him in.

The idiot was sleeping soundly.

Good for him.

You give yourself more moments to admire his peaceful sleeping form, when your eyes travelled to the documents sprawled in a clatter on the desk.

Your head spun and your sight became hazy when you caught sight of no less than 10 documents labeled "unchecked."

There was a folder on the opposite side of the desk, you hurriedly grab the papers with the label "solved." there were more than 20 papers of this kind.

You shuffled the papers in your hands to count them and you felt sick.

No way. he took a whopping 50 new cases this week!? What on earth was he thinking!?

Your mind really went WTF LUKE!? as you bore holes of glares on his oh so sweet and innocent sleeping form.

You knew he was working on a lot of cases, yes. but you didn't know it was this much!

You scratched your head a little too harshly, feeling more stress dawn on you than on him.

This was too much, and he said he was going to finish this quote "in no time!" end quote.

You pressed buttons on your phone and dialed the number that you knew would be a big help right now.

"Kiki, can I come over?"

Amidst your desperation and utter determination to help Luke, you forgot to notify him where you were going.

8:00pm

Luke's eyes fluttered open, his mind still foggy from his longer-than-initially-planned sleep.

Twelve hours ago, he told himself he'd only sleep for 10 minutes. He didn't want to sleep in the first place though, it's just that his eyelids felt the heaviest they've been in ages.

The reason he wanted to sleep for only 10 minutes is to finish his tasks in time for your movie date.

What time is it... He groggily thought.

He was about to check the time when his gaze settled on the window, darkness enveloping the skies.

"Oh." He blinked.

His heart sank as the countless paperworks he's been doing finally weighted on him.

The movie date.

Grogginess from his slumber leaving his body entirely, he quickly made his way outside of his study room to look for you.

Where in the world is Y/N?

His shoulders slumped as he remembered your encounters with him this week.

"Maybe they're mad at me." He wondered out loud and frowned. He noticed. He hadn't missed it; how you would hang your head low whenever he told you that he was still busy, how you would have a dejected look on your face whenever he refuses to take a rest, how you would frown whenever he would glare at you unconsciously for breaking his concentration.

So he decided to do what every person would have done in this situation. He dialed your number.

Hope blooms in his chest when you answered.

"Hey," He started, "Where are you right now?It's getting late."

"I'm sorry Luke, i'm busy right now." You said in a tired voice, "I'll message you once I'm done."

"but," his eyes cast down, "it's sunday," he tried to fight back the negative thoughts in his head, "you're always free on sundays." his heart clenches.

It's true. The two of you promised that no matter how packed your schedule is, you should leave sunday night, 8pm, free of work. You even pinky swore!

He wanted to spend whatever was left with his time here on earth with you...

He can't blame you. It's his fault, anyway.

"Oh, okay. Sorry for bothering you." he opted to say instead. You hung up.

Instead of investigating his remaining paperwork, he investigated what you're possibly doing right now.

10:00pm

"Are you sure you don't want to go home yet?" Artem inquired with concerned eyes.

"Yes, I still need to understand these codes." You scanned your eyes through the vast amount of combinations of numbers and letters, trying to decrypt them with the method that Artem taught you earlier.

"I'm really sorry for troubling you." You apologized for the nth time today.

You felt bad for bothering Artem and Kiki like this.

At first, it was just Kiki. You hoped she would help you find out how to crack codes using her connections, but even that didn't help.

You were about to give up when Kiki suddenly called Artem's number.

In any normal day, you would protest. However, Luke's sanity is on the line.

That's how the three of you ended up in a 24 hour cat cafe during the dark hours of the night, you've been working here since this morning.

"I don't know why you suddenly called without notice," he gently petted the cat beside him, "but it seemed to be important to you, so I don't mind helping." he flashed you a soft smile.

"Sir Artem's right," Kiki tilted her head to your direction, breaking her eyes from studying the codes, "We're only one call away!" she exclaimed, beaming at you.

"You two..." You feel like crying.

You were thankful to have friends like this. You never disclosed why you needed their help desperately, you never told them why this was so important, but they still took up your offer without hesitation nonetheless.

Easy maid of honor and best man choices right here.

You coughed, "Anyways, maybe we should take a 5 minute break first? I can buy us some more drinks." You were feeling generous, and you wanted to repay them for their gracious help, "It's on me." you winked at the two.

Kiki beamed, "I'm going with you!"

Artem shook his head, "Any flavor is fine. I'm going to watch over our table and belongings." He then typed stuff on the laptop you can't comprehend.

"Alright." You and Kiki went off to the counter, giggling to each other about the best-sellers in this cafe.

10:10pm

"A cat cafe?" He mumbled once he finished tracking your gps.

What are they doing there? Worry stirs in his chest, I doubt it's about work.

He decided to call your number again.

Lump in his throat while the phone rings, his heart and mind not ready for what was about to come.

"Luke." The other line greeted.

His heart drops, eyes widening, as he stood abruptly to assure if he's hearing it correctly, "Artem?"

Did Artem Wing just picked up your phone?

From a cat cafe?

On a weekend?

As far as he's concerned, sunday is a free work day for the themis firm.

So why?

His hands trembled, uncaring of what Artem was blabbering about from the other line, dropping the phone with a thud on the ground. With furrowed brows and panicked movements, he frantically grabbed the motor keys from his pocket.

Faster than lightning, he makes his way to the cat cafe he never thought he would despise right now.

He was more logical than this. In fact, deep in his heart, he knows you won't even think of breaking his heart.

However, he's been ignoring you this past week, the devil's voice whispering in his head is making it worse, "You probably spent more time with Artem these past few days than with me."

He clenched his jaw as the lingering thought clouds his mind, do you not love me anymore?

10:10pm

"Y/N."

When you and Kiki came back, Artem was looking at you quite incredulously.

"You look pale, Artem. What's the matter?" You questioned as you analyzed his widened cerulean eyes, only then you noticed your phone on his hands.

"Luke called." He said slowly, "He abruptly hung up and I don't know why."

"What did you tell him?" You inquired as you reached out your hand to get your phone, then he placed it on your palm.

"I wanted to let him know where you are, and that he should pick you up." Artem sported a conflicted look in his eyes, "He sounded agitated when he spoke my name."

You sighed, already knowing what's on Luke's mind.

You'll explain to him later.

"Our order will arrive in 5 minutes," you sat back on the table," Kiki went to the restroom for a bit."

"We should call it a day." Artem replied, as he put the laptop back to his bag.

"Right," the three of you were tired, that much you can tell from your two companions' constant yawns and heavy eyelids.

You were feeling sleepy as well.

"Thank you again for today, Artem. I learned a lot, I definitely can take this from here." You beamed at him.

He flashed a small smile back, "Yes. I'm glad I can be of ser-" He was suddenly cut off by a voice you didn't expect.

"Y/N."

Your heart throbbed against your chest at your name rolling off his tongue with so much intensity.

You turned around, your eyes meeting his. From his voice, you expected him to be angry. You expected his eyebrows to be furrowed, for his noses to be flared.

Yet you see an emotion that broke you even more than his anger could.

Sadness.

"What's the meaning of this?" There was a tone in Luke's voice you've rarely heard before. The last one being was when he scolded you for joining NXX.

His eyes flickered between you and Artem, "Is this what I think it is?" He then fixed his eyes on you, voice broken.

"No! Luke-" you grabbed his hands as you spoke, "We're just busy with work."

He cast his eyes down, "Yeah, work," he chuckled dryly, "Artem isn't wearing a suit, there's only the two of you, you were even smiling at each other when I came here," he swallowed hard, then looked at his wristwatch, "it's already past 10pm, and most importantly," he tilted his head to look into your eyes, "It's sunday, Y/N. We cancel work plans during sundays."

You were taken aback not by his words, but by the unshed tears that was now threatening to spill down his cheeks.

He quickly blinked them away.

Your heart hurts, seeing him like this.

"Luke, I-"

"You can tell me you know," he sniffed, "If I'm lacking effort in our relationship." he looked away.

You were about to tell him that this was all a big misunderstanding but he kept on cutting you off, "I'm sorry for not giving you enough of my time. I'm sorry that I prioritized my work over you. I'm sorry."

Artem sat there with widened eyes.

"Luke, this is a misunderstanding-"

"What's going on?" Kiki suddenly emerges from the halls of the comfort room.

The three of you turned your heads to look at her confused state.

Just like the wind clearing up a fog, like water putting out a fire, his thoughts of you dating Artem now gone. Luke stood there, speechless.

You spoke up, "Luke, we need to talk."

10:30pm

The four of you apologized to the cafe owner after what had transpired, opting to take your ordered drinks home as you were in a rush to explain everything to Luke.

The two of you were silent on the way home, it's only when the two of you sat on the couch when you finally spoke, "I don't mind, you know." You gazed at his brown eyes, he turned to you.

"What?" His voice is still raspy, but not enough to worry you.

"I don't mind if you prioritize your work over me. You know what I do mind?" you sent him a stern look, "It's when you prioritize work over your health." you then pinched his cheeks to scold him.

"Ow." He rubbed his swollen cheeks, as your hands dropped to his torso, embracing him.

"I love you Luke, I'm not sure why you thought I was being unfaithful, but I'm telling you, I'm offended." You glared at him and he flushed red.

"For that... I'm really really really sorry. I caused a fuss back there. I made you and Artem look bad. It's a good thing there aren't any costumers in the cafe, because if there was I wouldn't be able to forgive myself for the rest of my life for humiliating you." He hugged you back, "I was just being irrational. Probably sleep deprived too," he chuckled, "Most of all, I was afraid I'd lose you."

"The reason why I was with them is because," you held him tighter, your body feeling his hardened muscles in his stomach and chest, "I wanted to learn about encoding and decoding the files that you were working on," you pecked his lips, "I wanted to ease your burdens a little." you kissed his lips again, a little longer than before.

Heat flooded his cheeks and he looked away, "You're an angel you know? I don't deserve you."

"You do. You're just stressed, and not yourself, that's all. I mean, all you ever ate was instant ramen, how could you think straight?" You scolded him again.

He chuckled, eyes shining with mischief, "Then, care to help me..." he placed his warm hands on your exposed thighs, "Relax?"

Excitement pools in your stomach as he pushed you down the couch, he immediately crawled on top of you, his arms resting on the side of your head. His body trapping you underneath.

You instinctively opened your legs for him.

He dipped down, "I missed you." He whispered in your ear, his hot breath sending tingles down to your spine, "And I want so badly to make it up to you..." He murmured, pressing soft kisses on your neck and jaw, before capturing your lips into his.

The feeling of his warm lips on yours was a feeling you've been waiting to savor for days now, you're definitely going to make the best of this make out session.

He had you starved.

You felt warmth and arousal all over as you tangled your fingers on his hair, his wet tongue began licking and nibbling your bottom lip, making you mewl, "luke.. nnhhn," and he took this opportunity to explore the inside of your mouth.

The kiss immediately turned heated as he began grinding on your crotch, your panting mouths and hot tongues mingling with each other.

You pulled away with a hazy look on your eyes, trying to catch your breath, "Tonight is supposed to be movie night, you know?" you teased.

He removed his shirt over his head, "Let's make our own movie, then."

do not repost © lavynrose 08/21/21

[thinwhitewritings]

Family Matters - Calum

Summary: “Put a baby in me.” That’s the line I said in my dream w Calum Hood the other night. So i wrote it - enjoyyyyyyyyy

Warnings: Talk of kids, sex reference, pregnancy mentions. 

Rating: PG-16

You’d been keeping the day rather laid back, doing some household chores here and there and waiting for your boyfriend to return from his writing session with the other three lunatics that were his band mates. The day had been beyond dull, and aside from taking Duke to the groomer, it was pretty typical. So when Calum came into the house around 5:15 - right on time - it wasn’t surprising. You were in the kitchen, starting on dinner as he comes up with his arms wrapped around you and pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Hi baby. How was your day?” You ask with ease, unmoving from chopping the ingredients in front of you.

“We finished up the first song for the fifth album and we started on the fourth one. It’s exciting stuff. You should stop by sometime and listen in.” He suggests, pulling away to move to the fridge, grabbing a beer and cracking it open before leaning against the counter, watching you work. “Yeah, maybe. I’ll have to see what tomorrow is looking like.” You shrug, moving the vegetables into a pan as he snickers. 

“Don’t you find yourself doing the same thing every day?” He questions with a slight head tilt. He’s not wrong. Every other day changed, tomorrow was a workout day and lunch with someone you set up with and laundry and a Soul Cycle class. It was... repetitive to say the least. “I mean... don’t you?” He gives a nod as he finishes a sip of his drink. “Going to studio, writing, recording and coming back after everything, doing a workout, watching a movie and going to bed sounds pretty standard if you ask me.” 

The two of you find a comfortable silence only before Calum moves to his office to take a phone call. You scroll through Instagram as you sauté the start of your meal. You see dogs, clothes, ads for another product you didn’t need, another wedding you weren’t invited to and the cutest baby photos. You linger on the post, admiring the cute decor in the nursery, the clothes and the wide grin on the child’s face. 

Both of you had always wanted kids. It was on the radar, but life wasn’t lining up for that right now. After the craziness of the past year, and things finally getting back to normal, you were easing back into routine. You’d thought that maybe you needed to wait a while... but what if you didn’t need to?

Dinner came and went without a hitch. It was well received and the two of you cleaned up so you could watch the next episode of your current binge. Snuggling into the couch with Duke at your feet, Calum on your left, you start the next episode, seeing your boyfriend snickering at something that came up on Snapchat. You ignore him, curling into him as you watch the TV. 

About halfway through the second episode, you’re on your phone again, Cal paying attention to what’s going on. You’ve lost interest by now, and throw your just as boring phone onto a pillow beside you. You watch his face and see how invested he is at what’s on the television. “Hon.” A whisper leaves you, and his head turns just slightly, not enough to fully face you, but enough to indicate he’s listening. “You tired of this yet?” He shakes his head, facing the screen again, letting you wrap your arms around his middle, one of your hands sliding across the skin of his stomach under his t-shirt. “Ok, well I am.” A sigh leaves him and he pauses the show, turning to look at you. 

“And what do you suggest we do instead? It’s not like you’ll play FIFA with me.” He teases, leaning into the couch, a hand on your back gently moving up and down. You get an idea and smirk at him. He matches it before laughing. “What?” You sit up, moving closer and lean into him so your lips are against his ear. 

“You could put a baby in me...” Your fingers are trailing along the bare skin poking out from his sweater, lips beginning to trail down his jaw. You feel him tense next to you, the hand on your back freezing, fingers gripping the fabric of your shirt. 

“You- you’re kidding.” He can barely get the words out of his mouth, looking at you with surprise. “I mean - I’m not going to turn down the offer - but you’re... serious with that?”

“Well.. yeah. We’ve talked about it before - and we both have such a dull day to day now... we could change it up. For the next 18 years.” You taunt, leaning back as your hand finds the back of his neck, fingers slowly drifting through dark curls. “Babe... that’s... a big commitment. We sure this is what we wanna do?” He’s letting his hand start to move against your lower back again, much slower this time. “It might not even happen the first time... but... you’ll never know if you don’t try.” A small smirk fills your features, a devilish one matching the male’s features. 

“This was your idea. Just reminding you.” He laughs before he pulls you in for a heated kiss that starts a whole series of less boring nights.

[aiiwa]

FRESHMAN YEAR — IWAIZUMI HAJIME.

— iwaizumi hajime.

⤷ genre: college au - fluff / smut

⤷ warnings: cursing, mature content and themes, smut, oral (receiving and giving), unprotected sex

⤷ word count: 6.2k

— a/n: this was an anon request for a reader trying to sneak off away from iwa the morning after and he ain’t having none of that 😈

i had no intention of this being so long, but iwa just gets me going aight!!

freshman year of college had given you many things.

an unrivalled expertise in procrastination - avoiding the overwhelming influx of assignments from your professors was second-nature at this point; party now, cry later, right? carpe fucking diem, no? either way, it had also given you a liver which begged for a glass of water, a drop even, anything but the wretched burn of vodka and the copious amounts of iced lattes at three in the morning. and deities forbid your mother ever finding out her daughter lived off of spicy instant ramen that somehow was always on sale at the campus convenience store. you even considered the discounted prices stemmed from the store owners taking pity on you each time you stood before them counting loose change.

yet freshman year of college had also given you a best friend in the form of matsukawa issei. and hanamaki takahiro, since they were a package deal of course. but mattsun had been presented to you on a silver platter.

butt ass naked, just like the day he was brought into this world.

arriving on campus a week before the start of the first semester, the last thing you expected to see was a hunched over figure, bare ass mooning right in front of you, banging on the fragile door of your dorm. shaking out of your stupor, you had all but cussed him out in the corridor, earning more unnecessary attention from other nosy students, before you dragged him by his arm into your room. in the flurry of your attempted rescue, he’d dropped the hand that was holding whatever sliver of dignity he had left. you had even failed to realise how this strange boy was almost a foot taller than you, and rather being eye-to-eye, it was rather eye-to-waist - and you had made the mistake of glancing lower.

“yeah lil’ big mattsun is a looker, right?” you prayed everyday to forget his first words to you. the prayers had yet to be answered, though your initial reaction had made it somewhat alright to think back on.

you had screamed bloody murder, sending mattsun into a frenzied panic, his own screams harmonising yours. then you had cried, furiously rubbing at your eyes, and sobbing about how your eyes would never be the same again. when he had reached out to comfort you, that’s when you turned on him, jumping upwards to swat at his bony shoulders. after he tumbled over your rug, the two of you halted, eyeing each other before laughing like maniacs.

he left your dorm that day, running off in your pink fluffy robe with plans to meet up later for dinner. when he introduced you to the pink-haired makki - the reason behind mattsun’s nudity at your door, though the specifics were lost - the three of you hit it off like a bunch of crazies.

most days were spent between your dorm and their shared apartment; stress eating over forgotten assignments, binging shitty reality tv shows - the bachelor was just hitting different this season - and pre-gaming a bit too hard before nights out.

it had confused you at first on how, as much as you were over at their apartment, you had yet to meet their other roommate. makki had told you he was a close friend from back home in miyagi, the serious type who spent most of his time training, studying or working; and it was mattsun who had said he was a total mom, “he’s our mommy,” were his exact words, adding to the list of things you wish you could forget.

it was probably around two months into the semester, when you’d finally met their elusive third roommate.

that night mattsun, makki and you were in a rare state of focus, working diligently on your own respective papers, when they’d nominated you to heat up some frozen pizza to snack on. which is how you found yourself, grumbling, bent at the waist to place the pizza in the oven; ignorant to the jingling of keys, and heavyset footsteps entering the kitchen.

“well this is something new to come home to.”

you jolted at the sound of the unfamiliar voice, whacking the side of your skull on the edge of the counter in a haste to stand up to your full height. you cursed loudly, hand pressed against the throbbing pain in your head as you turned to glare at the culprit. though that was cut short, alongside your breathing, by the sexiest man alive you had ever laid your eyes on, entering your personal space.

he towered over you, not in the same way as mattsun or makki, but what he lacked in height, he made up for in brawn. your eyes greedily traced his body; the steel gray gym shirt clung to him like a second skin, eight slight dips outlining his abs and his wide chest. broad shoulders blocked your view from everything irrelevant behind him, and you watched, almost in slow motion, as his biceps flexed under the tight confines of his shirt sleeves, to reach out and place his much larger hand over yours. you felt every fibre in your being going into overdrive under his unexpected touch, and all he was doing was checking over the swelled up island on your forehead.

“are you alright, y/n?” your ovaries were quaking at the deep rasp of his voice- and wait, he knows your name? “you are y/n, right?” he asked, reading the confusion on your face. you nodded absentmindedly, raising your gaze to meet his own.

you groaned inwardly - who gave this man the right to a sexy body and to look this fucking good? taking in the handsome features of his face; wild crop of dark chocolate hair, smooth tanned skin, highlighting the sharp cut of his jaw, and the attractive straight of his nose. his lips were pouty, eyes slanted under shaped brows, olive hues peeking past his long dark lashes to stare at you.

he moved his hand away from the top of yours, the added warmth missed already; and took your lack of reply as a sign to introduce himself and apologise.

“i’m mattsun and makki’s roommate, iwaizumi hajime. sorry for scaring you.”

you were ready to drag mattsun and makki to hell and back for hiding this fine man- no, greek fucking god, from you all this time. in an attempt to compose yourself and avoid anymore embarrassment, you smiled, dopily, releasing an airy laugh while waving off the apology.

“i’m l/n y/n.”

amusement shifted over his features, a smirk painting over his lips as his eyes creased on the sides. you had to hold on tightly to the reigns forbidding you from openly swooning.

“i know.” he chucked lowly.

you had never wanted the ground to swallow you whole as much as then. the heat you could feel radiating off your cheeks was a clear sign of how embarrassed you were, making a complete fool of yourself in front of the man you were borderline prepared to request to be your future baby daddy. so when mattsun strolled in, casually greeting iwa and poking at the bump on your forehead, you hadn’t been more grateful for your best friend.

too bad it wasn’t enough to avoid the wrath you unleashed on him and makki later on; a series of kicks to their sides, and their own personal hell of listening to how badly you wanted to be split open on his dick.

thinking you had scared away the gorgeous iwaizumi, you were ready to be avoided at all costs. yet surprisingly, after that night, he was suddenly everywhere.

he joined in on your hangouts with the boys. group study sessions where you usually did more foolery than studying? iwa was there to knock all of you into gear. late night fast food runs to satisfy your cravings? iwa was driving, kicking mattsun and makki to the back of his jeep when they’d try to steal your designated seat next to him. and the parties he used to avoid? there he was stuck in the chaos of it all, holding your drink and glaring at anyone who dared to approach the two of you.

of course, iwa’s sudden involvement in your life hadn’t gone unnoticed by mattsun and makki - the two of you becoming their favourite victims to tease. and when his threats and your fists were no longer able to get them off your backs, iwa had taken to spending time with you, without them.

you liked to call them not-dates, even though it was just to parry the feelings rapidly developing for him.

going to the coffee shop you two often frequented so he could buy your favourite drink while you ranted about your shitty group presentation, was a not-date. taking him to the drive-in godzilla screenings every friday for five weeks, because you knew they were his favourite movies, was a not-date. him making you dinner every other night because your mom found out about your insane intake of instant ramen and blasted you during a video call while he was over, was a not-date.

as expected after months of this going on, your two best friends constantly called you out for your not-dates being actual dates. even one of your classmates took to informing you each time your ‘body builder boyfriend’ was waiting outside for you. but ignorance was bliss, and you were sure iwa didn’t feel that way towards you. at least that was until the day you had met oikawa tooru.

you noticed that iwa had been more than a bit apprehensive, as each day passed bringing his best friend’s return to japan closer and closer, though he wouldn’t explain why. yet it seemed it was over nothing, since you and oikawa got along great, even if he did comment every other second on you and iwa’s closeness. meeting the pretty setter had been like placing the missing puzzle piece in the dynamic with your favourite boys.

after a loud lunch with the four boys, oikawa had pulled you in for a tight hug as iwa was about to drop you off to your afternoon class for that day.

“iwa-chan talks about you all the time, y/n-chan, but he’s a dum-dum so forgive him for being slow, alright!” he had whispered in your ear, before pulling away with a mischievous glint in his mocha coloured eyes. “iwa-chan you sly dog! keeping y/n all to yourself, hmm? maybe i should just take her back with me to argentina- wait, iwa-chan, i’m sorry! don’t chase me! gah!”

after that, you started to accept the fact that maybe what was once simply physical attraction, had turned into a deep affection for iwaizumi. the only issue was that, like oikawa said, iwa was a dum-dum, and he didn’t mention anything from what oikawa said that day or his extreme reaction to oikawa’s teasing. hell, you didn’t even know if he even realised that the way he treated you, which was very much a stark contrast to how he treated others, was him subconsciously wooing you.

so the not-dates continued, and you inevitably fell deeper and deeper for sweet, oblivious iwa.

the semesters flew by, it was finally the end of freshman year; exams completed, life instantly renewed, and you were ready to attend the shit show of an end-of-year finisher tonight. the plans were for you to drive over to the boys’ apartment, pre-game like never before, and then head off to the party. so you were surprised when your phone pinged with a string of messages from the group chat.

stepping out of the elevator, the click clack of your laced-up stilettos echoed in the tiled corridor, as you made your way towards the boys’ apartment. the better part of you was suspicious of mattsun and makki’s sudden change of plans; though it was shot to the back of your mind as you raised a manicured hand to tap against their door.

shifting around a bit, you didn’t have to wait long before the door was yanked open.

“y/n.” iwa greeted you with a lopsided grin.

you couldn’t prevent the gasp that escaped your glossy lips at the sight of him.

an arm was held above his head, bicep flexing as his hand rested on top of the door frame, the other scratching the back of his thick neck. the rich scent of his cinnamon cologne, mixed with the musk of his aftershave wafted around you; as your eyes followed the droplet from his damp hair, sliding down the side of his jaw on to his bare shoulders. now, shirt-wearing iwa was incredible, with his collection of monotone coloured shirts that always seemed a size too small; but shirtless iwa? had you frothing at the mouth.

you dared your eyes to move lower, skirting over the delicious sight of his bare chest, and willing yourself to commit every stretch of him to memory. the taut muscles of his stomach tightened as you drank them in, the deep v indents cut around his hips, and your eyes followed over the fuzzy trail of dark hair that disappeared underneath the waistband of his jeans that sat dangerously low.

and while your mouth ran dry, you couldn’t say the same thing about the situation between your legs; pressing your thighs together to alleviate some of the pressure.

“iwa, uh...the boys...said to come over, change of plans.” was all you were able to choke out. physically you were standing before him, but mentally you were writhing under him.

“i know, they left a while ago.” he replied, the corner of his pretty mouth tugged upwards. “i’m almost ready to go, come inside.”

he already took up the entire space of the door frame, and when he only moved a bit to the side, you were forced to slip through the tiniest of gaps; shivering as your shoulder grazed against his own. standing in the middle of the hallway, you heard the soft click of the door closing, before iwa turned to face you.

you could feel the intoxicating heat radiating off his body spread across your own. the two of your were so close in each other’s space, chest to chest, and even in heels, you still only reached just under his jaw. when you glanced up to look at him, you swore you had caught his olive eyes lingering on the exposed skin of your breasts, before they moved to meet yours.

something different swirled in the depths of iwa’s eyes, something you had never witnessed before. something kin to a wolf staring at its lamb; a hunger so strong, so...fuck...

“you look beautiful, y/n.”

the compliment strikes you in surprise, feeling the flush rise up in your face, and the fluttering in your stomach. you could feel the pounding of your heart beat, drumming in your ears; watching his adam’s apple bob slowly, as he moved his hand to brush away the hair covering your neck. naturally you leaned into his touch.

“iwa…?” you whispered out to him in slight confusion.

“this dress on you...driving me crazy,” he starts, before cutting himself off with a groan. “sorry, y/n, i-i think i overstepped.” he tries to move his hand away from your neck, but you wrap your fingers around his wrist.

oikawa’s voice ran through your mind in a fleeting memory- ‘...forgive him for being slow, alright!’

“are you drunk, iwa?”

“what? no...i haven’t...i’m sober.”

“that’s good then.”

“y/n? good for what?”

“it’s good because then you can show me.” your fingers reach out to flitter over the ridges of his stomach. “won’t you show me how my dress drives you crazy, iwa?”

the surge of courage coursing through your veins, to be able to call him out like you had wanted to for months and seasons, was all it took for iwa to lose the composure he always kept up around you.

without hesitation, the big hand on your neck tugs you right into him; tits pushed together against his chest, as he dips his head to press his lips against yours.

the kiss is far from simple; there’s no room for it, months of pining won’t allow sweet and slow. your hand slides over his broad shoulder, to pull at the dark tufts at the nape of his neck; mouth slanting over his, tongues brushing against each other sensually. you explore his mouth, tasting him, while his hands squeeze over the curves of your body, eliciting a moan once he grabs at the fullness of your ass. you push up against him further, the hard tent in his pants straining against your belly.

“more, iwa, please...need more.” you pant against his lips.

“i got you baby, don’t worry.” he kisses you again, slower, with just as much passion. bending at the knees, and hiking the end of your dress up under your ass, he grabs at the silky underside of your thighs to lift you up into him - ankles locked at the bottom of his spine. he’s carrying you like nothing, and the amusing thought of his arms not only being for show flies through your head before you’re gasping.

the feeling of being pulled flush against him, the damp heat of your clothed pussy grinding against his bare stomach, has you keening for more. he groans loudly at the feeling of your slick coating his skin, and you jostle about as he begins walking through the hallway and towards his bedroom. as your sucking gently on his tongue, he carries you into his room, kicking the door closed behind him.

once his knees hit the edge of his mattress, he gently lowers you to lay down before him on your back. he hovers over you, the lewd swirling of your tongues has your head spinning before he moves from your mouth to latch onto your neck.

“ah, iwa- fuck,” you moan as his teeth grazed your sweet spot. he rolls his hips into you, spreading your legs to accommodate him more, while tugging at the ribbons of your heels. “what about...the party?”

sitting up from you, he grips your legs, sliding you right into him. through heavy lidded eyes, you watch as he takes in your disheveled appearance, a smirk taking over his features.

“fuck the party.” his large palms work the straps of your dress down, exposing your perfect tits; he groans at the sight, leaning down to take a pebbled nipple into his hot mouth. “this night is for me and you, baby.”

you weren’t necessarily a morning person, so living in the dorms, had been a relatively easy decision to make. you had a room to yourself, away from trees allowing a nice view of the campus grounds, and subsequently circumventing the annoying chirping of nested birds. you even added blackout curtains to block out the morning sun.

so when you were woken up by the itching burn of the sunrise on your stomach and your ears ringing with incessant twittering, you groaned loudly.

burying your face deeper into the fluffy pillow under your head, you were squirming under the heavy weight resting over half your body; irritation growing with your inability to get comfortable. peeking an eye open, blinking away the sleep clouding your vision, you took in the sight of a sleeping iwaizumi snuggled between the valley of your breasts. as you became more aware of your body and its surroundings, you felt the panic settling in.

as if he could sense your consciousness, the arm wrapped around your waist gave you a squeeze as he mumbled incoherently. “mmm, baby...y/n...feels good…” his hand slid down the side of your thigh, goosebumps following his fingertips, before it rested on your inner thigh; and he was drifting back to sleep.

you had to shove your fist against your mouth to stop yourself from screaming.

part of you was in denial that last night had actually happened. you, l/n y/n, had spent the night with the iwaizumi hajime - man of your literal dreams, who you had fallen so deeply for. and you had spent it having sex.

raw. nasty. passionate. earth-shattering. sex.

“fuck.” you whispered to yourself. “how could i be so stupid?” you were cursing yourself internally, certain you had fucked up everything you had built in your friendship with iwa - there was honestly no coming back from what transpired between you two.

and with your fight-or-flight response triggered, there was only one thing for you to do right now - get the fuck out of there.

maneuvering your body from underneath iwa’s big arm, without waking him up was a feat in itself. doing so with the way your muscles ached with each motion was on another level. sliding one foot after the other out from under his charcoal bed sheets, you pushed yourself up to sit.

looking behind you at iwa’s sleeping figure, you felt yourself swooning. half lying on his side, with his cotton sheets draped over his waist, you couldn’t help but admire him. his mouth was slightly open, his big arms cuddling the pillow you were laying on, and the smooth skin of his tanned back were tainted with red, angry marks. gulping audibly, your eyes dragged down to the prominent outline of his half-hard cock.

pushing himself up by his forearms, the desperation swimming in his eyes was begging for your touch. you grazed your teeth across his chest, biting at his hardened nipples teasingly, before moving further down from his lap while your tongue drew circles around the dips of his taut abdomen.

“y/n, don’t tease me.”

you smirked at his order, sucking on his skin and pressing wet kisses on his hip bones, before leaning back. he watched you eagerly as your dainty fingers tugged at his belt buckle clumsily, lifting himself up he could slip out of his jeans.

“can’t wait to have your cock in my mouth.” you cooed, eyes starstruck at the tent in his boxer briefs, wet patch dampening at its peak. hooking your finger under the waistband, you hastily yanked the briefs down to free him, his hard cock slapping against his stomach. “fuck you’re so big, haji.”

he was easily the biggest you’ve seen, ever had the chance of pleasuring - so thick, so long, and so fucking beautiful.

you didn’t bother to dwell on the taste of his name on your lips, when you were too busy tasting the essence leaking from his angry, swollen tip. you could barely wrap your hands around the base of his cock, as you pressed a sweet kiss on the head, pre cum coating your lips, before taking it in your hot mouth, suckling gently.

the groan he releases is animalistic, and his hips buck upwards to shove his cock deeper in your mouth. pressing your hand at his navel to keep him steady, you continue sucking harshly, almost painfully, before lowering your head down. his cock slides down your throat, inch by inch, as tears prick at your eyes and you can feel your drool drop on the thumb massaging his balls. he blocked your airways, but fuck breathing when the look on his face when you take all of him in your mouth like a good girl is so, so perfect.

steadily bobbing your head, you feel every inch of him down your throat; tongue swirling around his length, and he twitches every time you trace the thick vein on the underside of his cock. you suck faster and harder as iwa reaches a hand out to feel around your throat.

“fuck, baby, i can feel me in your throat. so fucking good, just like that.” he hisses out, choking up when you begin to hum. “mmm fuck- ah, shit! gonna cum baby! fuck!”

yanking away your hand you hadn’t realised was brushing around your neck as the vision of him disappeared from your thoughts, you stood up, a bit unsteady on your feet at first. you could still taste him, as you ran your tongue over the hood of your mouth.

knowing you were getting distracted, you shook your head gently, pushing your hair away from your face. you needed your clothes, so glancing around, taking note of the strips of clothing scrambled in his room - your eyes caught the baby pink of your lace panties hanging from his bedside lamp.

one second you were swallowing his cock down your throat, and the next he had torn the rest of your dress off and had you laid out in front of him.

iwa made fast work in manhandling you the way he wanted. stretching his legs straight beside you, he pulled you right into him; you gasped as he lifted you up by your waist, practically folding you with the underside of your thighs tucked under the bulk of his arms, knees by your shoulders, and your lower back pressed right against his heaving chest. he was hunched over you, wrapping you fully in his embrace, while you were spread out right in his face.

“you soaked right through your pretty panties, baby.” leaning down, he presses his nose right into your clothed heat, making you squirm, as he breathes you in. “fuck, you smell so sweet, i wanna eat you up real good.”

“i-iwa.” you whined, staring at him through heavy-lidded eyes as you pressed the side of your face into the mattress.

“no, no baby. when we’re like this…” he starts, reaching a hand to tear the thin, and expensive, material right off of you. before you have a chance to complain, his hot breath blows on your drooling pussy, tight hole clenching around nothing in anticipation. “...you’ll say my name.”

“h-hajime, please, haji.” you beg, feeling embarrassed at how exposed you were. he could see everything, do anything to you as he pleased, and you would just let him. so when he presses his heavy tongue flat against your slit, licking all the way up to your throbbing clit; you can’t help but dig your finger nails into his toned calves beside you. “ah- yes! mmm...haji, oh-!”

sucking on your clit, he digs his fingers into your thighs, deeper and deeper in response to your whiny moans for more. he hums against you, mumbling about how sweet you taste, how much he can’t get enough of your flavour, and you can feel him getting hard again - grinding against your back. he slides his tongue between your folds, slurping you up so good, that it’s no surprise you’re teetered over the edge.

“haji! oh, oh fuck! ah yes!” the waves of you cumming hits hard as your pussy gushes all over the lower half of his face. “daddy! s-so good, f-fuck!”

still up in the clouds from your high, calling him daddy flies over your head, but isn’t missed by iwa. you watch, dazed, as he moves away from your pussy, a lewd string of silver connects his mouth to you, his chin glistening with your juices. reaching around your trembling thighs, his thumbs spread your lips so he can get an ever better view of your sopping cunt.

“i knew you’d be my good baby and say my name.” he grins, before leaning back down to you and delving his tongue right in your pussy, tongue-fucking you slowly and massaging your slick walls, his nose nudging your sensitive clit. “now come again in daddy’s mouth.”

heat pooled between your legs as you stretched, ignoring the iwa-sized hand prints painted purple across your thighs, while you thought about him and the magic his mouth performed. waddling to his side table - you examined the remnants of your panties; the pretty pink lace was all but shredded, and you hopelessly threw the material in the trash.

“fucking hell, iwa.” the glare you aimed his way, softened drastically as you took in his sleeping figure. sighing, you turn and spot what may be your dress halfway under his bed.

shuffling over, you crouch, the burn in your thighs making itself even more known and forcing your eyes to shut in a grimace.

the way iwa’s cock filled your little cunt felt while you rode him was incredible. nothing could ever compare to the way he was ruining you from the inside out, and you were sure nothing would ever come close. his big hands palmed your ass while you were bouncing up and down on his length, your belly jutting out every time he was sheathed inside you, your thighs tremored each time they slapped against his.

“fuck, daddy! feels...mmm…wanna cum, please!” your tongue was lolling out of your mouth, as fucked yourself on his cock, digging crescent moon shapes into his shoulder blades. one of his hands remained firmly on your ass, while fingers of the other reached around to pinch your clit.

with a scream you came undone, creaming all over his still-hard cock, and collapsing forward onto his sweaty chest. you whimpered, while he continued to fuck up into your used pussy. despite the tears threatening to fall down your flushed cheeks; you mewled for more.

“shh, baby,” iwa hummed into your neck, you could feel his grin against your skin, peppering kisses as you leaned into him. “daddy’s gonna make you feel even better.”

his thick arms wrapped almost painfully in a death grip around your exhausted body, as he locked his legs and angled himself into your pussy; fucking deep inside you, and hitting your cervix with each stroke. you came again, harder, legs quivering as your insides spasmed; this time joined by his orgasm, as the mixture of his cum was stuffed inside you.

your eyes shot open, breathing slightly laboured. it hadn’t even been a day, only mere hours, and the way iwa had taken over your mind was slowly driving you insane. dropping to your knees, you reached out to grab at your dress, having to slide the top half of your body under the bed.

that sound of iwa’s big hand slapping your ass while he pounded into you from behind, rung in your ears, but the sting and the pleasure was all your fucked out brain could comprehend. he was absolutely relentless with his too-big cock, tearing into you.

on all fours, you arched your back more to accommodate him. each thrust had him bottoming out in your already leaking pussy.

“fuck baby, just like that, mmm- push back into me.”

everything just felt too fucking good. the harsh pace of his strokes had you blabbering, moaning about how good he felt into the mattress.

“don’t stop! oh fuck, please don’t stop haji!”

but you felt his pace begin to slow just as you were about to climax, and when you tried to move back on him his grip on your waist tightened. with ease, he flipped you on your back, almost skewering you on his cock still inside you. hooking the backs of your knees over his elbows as he leaned over you, his full weight folding your body underneath him, as he wove his fingers with yours into the mattress above your head.

“look at my fat cock sliding into that sweet cunt, baby.” iwa grunts. his arms strained, holding his weight up from crushing you, as he teased your sloppy hole. “fuck, you take me so good, baby.”

you whimpered, looking at the connection between the two of you. with a roll of his hips, you watched as his cock slid into your silky walls, the lewd sound of you squelching with every stroke had you arching up, wanting him deeper in your tummy as you gushed around him.

unlike before when his thrusts were rough, filled with raw feral passion; it was now slow, sensual and so fucking sexy. and when you met his gaze, as he continued to grind into you, gripping your fingers tightly between his; it felt as though he was trying to tell you something.

that intense emotion swirling deep in his olive gaze was searing, burning through you from the inside out. everything unsaid between the two of you. but soon enough your orgasm hit you harder than ever, pleasure electric under your heated skin.

“haji, haji, haji- oh, fuck yes!” you chanted his name like a prayer.

“y/n, baby, fuck i love you-“ he moans out, strokes becoming sloppy. “wanted this...for so long- shit, i’m cumming baby!”

snatching your dress from under the bed, you sat on your knees at the foot of his bed, thinking over everything you just wanted to ignore for the time being. you almost wish you could forget he had told you he loved you. how could you possible believe those three words while he was at the pinnacle of his pleasure?

suddenly the shrill ringtone of iwa’s phone blasted next to him. scrambling to your feet, you snatched the phone; fingers mashing the screen to cut off the sound before he woke up.

“what?” you hissed, holding the phone to your ear as you glanced at iwa. you thanked whichever gods were watching over you that he was still fast asleep.

“oho? y/n-chan? is that you~?” nevermind, the gods were out for you.

“tooru?”

“the one and only!” you winced at the smug teasing in his tone. “i was hoping to speak to iwa-chan, but i heard he was a naughty boy last night!”

“uh...what?”

“as in i literally heard him, and you, last night when i came back to the apartment!” oikawa recalls in a sing-song voice, rambling on about how he was here to surprise the two of you. “i always knew our dear iwa-chan had a daddy kink!”

placing the phone between your ear and your shoulder, you attempted to fit your dress over you, while oikawa continued on his spiel of how it took way too fucking long for the two of you to do something about the sexual tension. you had no chance to even peep a word in.

“damn baby, now this view i could definitely get used to.”

you almost shrieked, bumping into iwa’s naked body, and tripping over the dress  dropped around your ankles. you had no idea he’d woken up, sneaking right up behind you in all his naked fucking glory; forcing you to try your hardest not to eye his cock standing at full attention.

“is that iwa-chan?!” oikawa all but screams into the phone. iwa raises a questioning brow, hearing his best friend on the other line. “tell him to be good and wrap it up! no glove, no love!”

you had no business feeling embarrassed at the brat king’s words, while iwa snatched his phone away from you.

“too late for that, shittykawa.” oikawa’s screeches are the last thing you hear before iwa ends the call.

you almost dare to chuckle at the thought of oikawa’s reaction; but falter under iwa’s stare. it’s the same look he gives mattsun or makki when they’re in trouble, but it’s mixed in with the same scorching look from last night, and you shift on your feet nervously, wrapping your arms across your chest.

“going somewhere?” iwa gruffs out, the raspiness of his morning voice had you tugging your bottom lip between your teeth.

“um, home…?” the uncertainty was clear in your voice, especially as he scowled when you mentioned leaving. “iwa, i-”

“oh so it’s iwa now?” he cuts you off, taking a step closer into your space. “i liked it when you called me haji, though daddy follows closely after that.”

you gasp when a thick arm snakes around your waist, pulling you up against him. his other hand caresses your cheek so sweetly, before he grabs your jaw to tilt your face up to his, taking your lips with his own. the kiss is gentle, soft lips moving against your own as his tongue brushes yours sweetly. you’ve fully melted in his hold, eyes still closed when he breaks the kiss.

“i meant what i said last night, y/n.” he whispers against your mouth. “i love you.” your eyes shoot open, and you can feel your heart trying to beat itself out of your chest.

“i-i love you too.” you murmur back, and the smile he gives you has you ready to combust right before him. after all this time, a party had been the reason you finally admitted your feelings for him.

“now come back to bed.” you squeal as he lifts you up and over his shoulder, the grip he takes on your inner thigh is ticklish making you squirm about. “i’m gonna cuddle you back to sleep, and then when we wake up i’m gonna take you out on a date, okay baby?”

you giggle as he tosses you back on his fluffy mattress, dropping himself right on top of you and nuzzling his face into the dip between your neck and shoulder. running your hands softly over the muscled panes of his back, one reaches out to thread your fingers in the tufts of dark hair at his nape.

“okay, haji.”

freshman year had given you a lot of things, but iwaizumi hajime was the best thing yet. you couldn’t wait to see what sophomore year had in store for you.

© 2020 AIIWA. please do not copy, modify or repost my work.

[the-iceni-bitch]

A Christmas Crush

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Fem-Reader

Words: 6693 (yikes)

Summary: Bucky has been infatuated with you for months. Will the Christmas Spirit finally help him make his move?

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content (just all of it), fluff(I don’t know y’all, I have trouble qualifying this one), slightly dom partner, overprotective partner, SMUT (like over 3700 words of it y’all!), 18+

A/N: Sooo, this was supposed to be like 2500 words guys but I got a bit carried away. Made it in right under the wire for day 3 of my birthday week. This is also an entry for the Merry Hoemas challenge that is being hosted by @amythedvdhoarder​ @chrissquares​ @drabblewithfrannybarnes​ @pumpkin-and-pine​ and @starlightcrystalline​. I chose the dialogue prompt “I’m not going to fall in love with you. I promise.” (from The Holiday). Please enjoy!!

“You better be wearing something nice, Barnes! No cargo pants!” you yelled out to the living area as you finished applying your makeup in the bathroom.

“Yes, boss!” He yelled back at you as he adjusted himself in the dress pants he borrowed from Sam. They weren’t uncomfortable, just tighter than he was used to.

“Dude, leave your crotch alone!” Wilson chuckled at him.

Bucky scowled at him and did his best to focus on anything else. “I can’t believe I let the two of you talk me into this.”

“You know how the boss-lady is, once she gets an idea in her head, there’s no stopping her.” Sam gave him a grin as he lounged on the sofa, sipping a glass of scotch. “Would you relax? We’re going to a club, you literally fought of a group of five assassins on your own last week. This is nothing!”

“I’m used to fighting, I haven’t been dancing since….”

“Oh god, have you not gone out since World War II!” Sam threw back his head and gave a laugh from deep in his chest. “Hoo, boy this should be entertaining!”

The three of you had been on a surveillance assignment for the past three months, and a replacement team had finally arrived to take over for you. Your flight back to the states wasn’t until tomorrow, and you had insisted that all of you find something to do to get over the stir craziness that had taken over. When you found a flyer for a hip hop Christmas party at one of the fancier downtown clubs, you ran back to the suite and insisted that you all head out. Sam was of course down immediately, but it took you a while to convince Bucky it would be a good time.

It was hard for him to not feel like the third wheel sometimes with the two of you. You and Sam loved your hip hop, and Bucky still remembered the first time he walked into one of your sparring sessions while Wu Tang was playing and had to immediately turn around and leave, ears turning red as you and Sam shouted mirth-filled apologies after him. He was slowly warming up to the aggressive music style, but still occasionally pined for the days of the Andrews Sisters and Bing Crosby.

He squirmed in the dress pants again; when did they start making suits so tight? He rolled the sleeves of his deep green shirt up over his forearms, trying to get more comfortable as the lights glinted off his metal hand, when you finally came out of the bathroom.

“You two boys ready to go?”

Fuck me, he thought.

You were wearing a bright red dress that was covered in sequins. It was in a wrap style that was wide open across your chest, exposing the valley between your breasts almost down to your navel. A thin gold chain with a dark green stone dangled around your neck and nestled in your cleavage, drawing the eye as is twinkled in the dying light through the windows. The skirt portion of the dress was short enough that it was almost obscene, and the apex of the wrap was almost up to your hip. You topped off the look with a pair of thigh high black velvet boots.

“Damn, mama, you look good!” Sam whistled at you as he stood up and spun you around with one hand.

“You’re not too bad yourself Wilson. Barnes, you clean up real nice!”

He couldn’t speak. He was suddenly extremely aware of just how tight his slacks were, and he strode over to grab all your coats from the rack and hold his in front of his crotch as he handed Sam the other two, hoping it wasn’t obvious what he was trying to hide as he slipped it over his shoulders.

“Ok, then, let’s head out!” You said, giving Sam a look as he helped you slide into your wool coat. He just shrugged at you before donning his, and the three of you got on your way.

Sam and you walked arm in arm on the way to the club, chatting idly and laughing at the occasional quip. You tried to engage Bucky in the conversation, but he just marched behind you scowling, collar pulled up against the chill in the air.

He couldn’t deny he had developed a bit of a crush on you over the course of your assignment. You always tried to keep morale up in the surveillance house, brightening the air with your laughter as you baked some sort of treat for everyone, or broke out an obscene amount of liquor when two of you had a shared shift off. He still remembered the time you had indulged in the gin just a little too much during a game of poker and passed out with your head in his lap. He hadn’t slept or moved from that position the entire night until he had to relieve Sam in the morning, reluctantly removing your face from where it had nestled during your rest.

He did his best to move past his crush, trying to convince himself it was just an infatuation that needed to wear itself out.

Then he saw you fight for the first time.

Sure, he had seen you sparring with Sam, and may have even done a session with you himself he hadn’t been concerned about how his body would react in such close proximity to you. But when that group of thugs attacked the house last week, he really saw you in action.

You moved like water. Dodging every blow that was thrown at you and landing flurries of strikes of your own that seemed like they shouldn’t have caused any damage but would reduce your opponents to puddles. Bucky almost got knocked out when you had pulled out your knives to spin them through your expert fingers like they were extensions of your will. He’d had to lock himself in the bathroom after the fight to jerk himself off, imagining it was your hands wrapped around him.

Now he watched your ass swaying back and forth in front of him as you arrived at the club, wearing those boots and that dress that made you look like walking sex. His mood soured as he handed his coat to the check girl and shoved his call ticket into his pocket, so he headed to the bar to get himself a drink.

He felt a light touch on his shoulder and gave a wince as he turned to face you.

“C’mon, Barnes, it’s Christmas!” You were giving him a heartachingly beautiful smile. “Wipe that frown off your face and come dance!”

He softened as you looked into his eyes. It wasn’t your fault he felt like a pervert everytime he stood next to you.

“I think I’m going to go grab us a table for our drinks, you go have fun with Sam. Maybe I’ll join you in a bit.”

“If you’re sure?” You cocked an eyebrow at him and bit your lip, and he felt his gut clench and his cock twitch at that look.

“I’m sure. Enjoy yourself.”

You gave his arm a squeeze before ordering yourself a shot of vodka that you immediately tossed back before heading to join Sam on the dance floor.

Bucky took his double scotch to one of the tables scattered around the floor and perched himself on a tall stool. His gaze scanned the dance floor before finding you and he let out a groan.

If he thought your fighting was beautiful, it was nothing compared to your dancing. You looked ethereal and free as you tossed your hair, rolling your hips as your arms raised above your head and followed the motion in your torso before they sank back down and rolled along your sides, highlighting the curves of your body. Sam suddenly grabbed you by the waist and spun you, causing you to throw your head back with a beautiful lilting laugh.

Bucky tossed back his scotch and flagged down a waitress, handing her his card and instructing her to keep the drinks coming. Maybe if he drank enough it would relieve the unbelievable ache he was feeling in his chest.

You and Sam joined him at the table after a few songs. You were breathless and flushed and all he wanted to do was kiss you then take you to an alley out back and fuck you stupid.

“Barnes, you are being a bit of a Scrooge here.” You grinned at him as you nibbled on a pretzel. Sam had headed to the bathroom, and you flagged down a waitress and ordered yourself a vodka cranberry before turning back to him. “I’ll order you to have fun if I need to.”

He grinned in spite of himself when you gave him a wink. “Sorry, Y/L/N, this isn’t really my type of party.”

“Aww, Bucky,” he took in a sharp breath, you’d never used his first name before. “You just need to loosen up. I can lend you a hand with that if you need it.” You reached a hand over and wrapped it around his wrist, giving it a light squeeze.

He almost said something then, but the waitress arrived back at the table at that moment with your drink and you turned to give her a smile and thanks. Sam arrived back from the bathroom then with a bourbon in his hand, accompanied by a beautiful woman with a bright smile.

“Bucky, Y/N, this is Marta, she’s a model!”

“Well hi there Marta, you going to steal my dance partner?” You were giving the girl a massive grin as you teased Sam.

“Yeah, Marta doesn’t really speak English.” Sam grinned.

“Oh, sorry.” You asked her the same question in Swedish.

Marta’s smile grew even bigger as the two of you started babbling away at each other while Bucky and Sam just shook their heads. Marta grabbed your hand suddenly and started to drag you away from the table.

“Be right back boys!” You said over your shoulder as you and your new friend headed off to the bathroom. Bucky watched you walk away and gave a deep sigh.

“Jesus Christ, man, you need to make your move already!” Sam said, exasperated.

Bucky almost choked on his scotch. “Dunno what you’re talking about.” He mumbled, wiping his chin with a napkin.

“Bruh, you’ve been staring at Y/N non-stop this whole night. Not to mention the fact that you were moping around the surveillance house for the past few months like a kicked puppy.” Sam shook his head as he tossed back the rest of his drink. “Oh, and if you thought you were sneaky about your little post-fight bathroom session last week, you are very mistaken.”

Bucky snapped his jaw shut and felt a flush creeping up his neck as he imagined your reaction to the discovery he had been touching himself to thoughts of your body underneath him.

Sam waved a hand at him. “Don’t worry, Y/N didn’t notice. I sprayed the fuck out of that bathroom with Febreze after you left. I am never doing anything like that for you again, though.”

Bucky’s heart rate went back down in relief. “We work together Sam. Even if that wasn’t the case, what am I supposed to say to her?”

“Geez, man, just fucking kiss her!”

“Fuck, Sam, we haven’t even been on a date! Don’t women usually want that sort of preamble?”

“Some women, sure. But don’t treat them like a monolith. Y/N appreciates directness and the worst thing that could possibly happen is she tells you to back off.”

“She could stab me.”

Sam guffawed. “Don’t look so turned on at the thought, dude. She’s noticed how weird you’ve been acting. She thinks you don’t like her. One of the main reasons she made us all go out tonight was to hopefully get you to warm up some.”

Bucky sighed, he hadn’t meant to push you away. “I dunno, Sam. She’s super fucking intimidating.”

“Get over it, Barnes. If you don’t make a move, someone else definitely will.”

“Oh my god, Sam, get your ass out here! It’s Christmas in Hollis!” You and Marta were back on the dance floor now and you were bouncing up and down, waving your hand excitedly at Sam.

“Aw, shit, that’s my jam!” Sam was backing onto the floor now, trying to get Bucky to follow him before giving up and turning to you and his date.

An unsteady woman sank into the seat Sam had just vacated and gave Bucky a lecherous grin before she started talking to him in slurred Swedish.

“Sorry, I can’t understand you.” He shouted at her.

“Oh, American man.” The woman purred at him in what he assumed was supposed to be a sexy voice. “You, me, fuck in bathroom.”

Bucky didn’t hear her. A giant blonde man who looked like a knockoff Thor was dancing behind you now, trying to put his hands on your hips and grind his crotch into your ass.

Bucky watched you turn and place a hand on the intruder’s chest, giving him a polite smile as you stopped your dancing, saying something to him that Bucky couldn’t make out over the music.

The guy didn’t take the hint and put his hands on your waist, pulling you flush against his front and putting a thigh between your legs, edging the hem of your skirt upwards.

Bucky didn’t realize he had been gripping the back of one of the chairs with his metal hand until he heard a crunch and looked down to see he had bent the frame when he clenched his fist.

“Knulla.” The suddenly sober woman said, standing up abruptly and scurrying away from the table.

Bucky found himself striding towards the dance floor, fists clenching and a low growl emanating from his chest.

That dirty fucker was still trying to hump you as you gave him a firm shove, trying to turn back to Sam and Marta. He wrapped a hand around your upper arm and jerked you back. Sam stopped dancing and tried to step in, but the son of a bitch slapped him in the face before turning back to you and smashing his mouth into yours, shoving his free hand up the front of your skirt to try to get at your pussy.

Bucky arrived just as you pulled back from the cocksucker and drew the offensive hand back so sharply, a snap resounded across the floor and he let out a scream.

Bucky punched him in the face before grabbing him by his collar and tossing him away from you as three security guards came rushing to the scene, too late to offer any sort of assistance. Marta managed to intercept them and started screaming at them in Swedish as you and Sam moved between Bucky and the giant Swede who was now a blubbering mess on the floor.

“It’s good Barnes, you can relax.” Sam said.

“Bucky, it’s ok. He isn’t worth it.” You were as close to Bucky as you had ever been. He could feel the heat radiating off you as you put a hand on his chest.

You had never seen Bucky so angry. His jaw was clenched so tight, you were worried the tendons in his neck were going to snap. He was breathing deeply through his nose, nostrils flaring as he glared murderously at the man who had touched you.

“Baby, you can let it go. I’m ok.” You murmured low enough that only he could hear you.

He looked into your eyes and relaxed, taking a deep breath through his mouth and nodding as the security guards dragged your assailant out of the club.

“Good boy, now you owe me a dance.”

Bucky’s look instantly changed to confusion as you dragged him onto the dance floor, giving him a breathless laugh as you started dancing again.

He had no idea what to do with himself. You saw his look of utter helplessness and turned to face him. You placed his hands on your hips and your hands around his neck and looked into his eyes. You’re hips started rolling to the rhythm as the rest of your body swayed in time with the music. Bucky was too aware of his feet and broke eye contact to stare at them, trying to figure out how he was supposed to move.

He felt your hand lift his chin and you shook your head at him before bringing the front of your body flush against his. You lined up your hips to his and started rolling them, your legs on either side of his massive thigh as you gyrated against him. He let out a moan and screwed his eyes closed.

You brought your face against his neck and whispered in his ear. “Just relax honey.”

You dipped your hips slightly and he followed you, nuzzling into your neck and inhaling your scent as his brain finally stopped overanalyzing what he was doing.

You felt the muscles underneath his shirt tightening and releasing as he rolled his body against you and your pussy clenched over his thigh. You gave a soft gasp and hoped the rush of arousal hadn’t soaked through your panties and onto his pants. His hands were pressing into the soft skin of your hips, and you knew you would have light bruises there tomorrow.

You pulled away suddenly and Bucky groaned at the loss of you before you flipped your hair forward and dropped your ass, separating your thighs slightly as you slowly drew your back up Bucky’s front before nestling your ass into the dip in his pelvis that seemed made to fit you.

Bucky growled into your hair and nipped at the soft skin behind your ear before starting to grind himself into your ass. He brought his metal arm to press against your abdomen and push you further into him, while his other wandered up between your breasts, giving one of them a soft squeeze before loosely wrapping his fingers around your throat

You felt him harden against you and let out a small gasp, starting to pull away before his metal arm locked you in place.

“Don’t you fucking move.” He growled in your ear, nipping gently at the lobe with his teeth.

His hips were moving at their own rhythm now, the music forgotten. Neither of you noticed Sam making an exit with Marta, grinning back at you before shrugging his coat over his shoulders and heading out into the snow.

Your breath was hitching softly as Bucky rutted himself against your ass, and the sound was driving him crazy. You could feel your cunt throbbing as it became slick, your arousal soaking your panties and threatening to start leaking down the insides of your thighs. He suddenly stuttered his hips and let out a hiss before stilling.

“Shit.”

He had come in his pants like a teenager, filling his boxer briefs and leaving a small wet spot on the front of his slacks. His arms released you as he stood up straight, leaning his forehead against the back of your head and screwing his eyes shut. He’d never been so embarrassed.

You shuffled the edge of your skirt down before turning around and pressing your lips against his softly. He groaned against your mouth as he brought his hands to either side of your face, tangling them in your hair. You discretely untucked his shirt as you kissed him, covering the evidence of his orgasm graciously. You pulled away before he could really lean into the kiss, and he let out a dissatisfied sigh.

You looked at him through heavy lids, biting at your kiss swollen lips before taking his hand and dragging him to the exit. “We’re going back to the hotel”

You tossed the coat tickets at the girl at the counter, breathing heavily as you tapped your nails impatiently. You snatched the coats from her without a word and tossed Bucky’s to him before charging out the door.

Bucky almost slipped several times back to the hotel as you set a brutal pace. He couldn’t get a read on you now and was worried he’d ruined things already.

You rode the elevator up to your floor in silence, one hip cocked to the side as you clicked the opposite heel against the floor rapidly. As soon as the doors opened, you strode down the hallway like you were possessed and Bucky hurried after you, concern written all over his face.

You arrived at the room first and wrenched the door open, leaving it open behind you as you stepped inside. Bucky was a few steps behind you but stopped at the entrance. He was certain you were going to lay into him as soon as he entered and wanted to take a moment to collect himself. He was running his metal fingers through his hair when your arm suddenly shot out, your fingers wrapping around the collar of his shirt and hauling him inside as he let out an uncharacteristic yelp.

You slammed the door behind him and pressed him up against it, shoving your fingers under his collar and wrapping them around his neck before you smashed your mouth to his violently, clashing your teeth against his before shoving your tongue down his throat.

Bucky overcame his surprise quickly and grinned against your lips as he slid his coat off his shoulders before cupping your ass and giving it a squeeze.

Your lips left his suddenly, leaving him breathless. You gave him a small smirk before sinking to your knees and starting to undo his belt.

“You’ve been keeping this pretty cock from me baby. My pussy’s been gushing thinking about your hot length in my mouth.” You were kissing around the bulge in his pants as you slipped his loosened belt out of the loops and undid the buttons. He leaned his head back against the door and hissed through his teeth. He’d never had a woman speak to him like this before and it was making his cock ache. He jutted his hips forward and you rubbed your face against his cloth covered erection before drawing his slacks and boxer briefs down his legs swiftly, freeing his dick to bounce back up against his abs.

You spat in your hand and wrapped it around him, drawing a groan from his chest. You started peppering soft kisses along his shaft as you ran your hand up and down slowly. “God Bucky, you’re so fucking big, I can’t wait to feel this in my pussy. I need to taste your sweet cum first though honey.”

You softly ran one finger up the underside of his shaft, tracing the vein that ran from root to tip before dragging your tongue in a heavy stripe over the same path.

He wrapped your hair around his hand and let out a hiss. “Fuck, Y/N, who taught you to talk like that?”

 “Mmm, you like it sweetie?” You asked him wickedly as you ran your tongue over the sensitive slit along his tip, lapping up the pre-cum that was starting to collect there.

“God, yes.” He couldn’t believe how much the filthy praises you were giving turned him on.

“I’ll give you as much as I can honey, but I’m worried this cock is going to fuck out my throat.” You took him in your mouth then, relaxing your throat as you drew in his entire length, feeling his balls hit your chin as you swallowed around him.

“Shit!” he thought you were going to go slower and he almost came immediately when you hollowed your cheeks around him and pulled him out slightly before taking him in again, bringing a hand up to fondle his balls.

He braced his metal arm against the door as he started to thrust his hips, fucking into your face as you choked around him, tears streaming down your cheeks and drool leaking from the corners of your mouth.

“God baby, you’re taking my cock so good. That mouth of yours is fucking amazing.” His hips picked up speed and he gazed down at you. You looked sinful, a flush in your cheeks and over your chest as you gazed up at him through thick lashes. You moaned around his cock as his praise caused a fresh rush of arousal to leak from your cunt.

“You gonna take my cum down like a good girl?” His hips were starting to stutter and you felt his cock twitch at the back of your mouth. You let out a tiny whine and tried to nod as he shoved himself all the way in, stilling himself as you felt his release run down your throat.

He pulled his softening cock out of your mouth and wiped the drool from you chin before softly cupping your cheek.

“Stay right there for a second pretty girl.”

“Yes, sir.” You whispered at him, your voice husky now that your throat was raw.

He unbuttoned his shirt and rolled it off over his shoulders, then removed his undershirt and tossed it aside too until he was standing in front of you naked.

You let out a low moan at the sight. His muscles were sculpted beautifully, his chest dusted with dark hair that tapered to a happy trail that led down to his thick cock. The skin around his metal arm was scarred and puckered, and other faint scars were visible elsewhere on his body, giving him an air of danger and menace. Your cunt clenched as you took in the sight, biting your lips as you ached to run your hands over his body.

“Stand up.” He ordered you. He didn’t know what had come over him. He had spent months wanting to beg you for some sign of affection, but now that you were there kneeling in front of him, he just wanted to take it from you. And you were willing to give him whatever he required.

You drew yourself up slowly and he picked you up with one hand and wrapped your legs around his waist. He brought your mouth down to his and teased your lips open with his tongue as he carried you to the bedroom.

He knelt on the bed with you straddling him and started to trail rough kisses down your neck, sucking occasionally to draw a bruise against your skin.

As he reached your shoulders, he wrapped his metal hand through the chain around your neck and gave it a yank, snapping it off you. He drew the shoulders of your dress down, exposing your tits as you arched your back up to meet him.

“God Bucky, please” You whined as nuzzled his face into the valley between your breasts, his stubble scratching the skin there.

“You want something, baby?” he asked you wickedly, kissing slowly up the slope of your breast until he almost reached your nipple, then moved his mouth away again.

You groaned and wound your fingers into his hair. “Need your tongue on me, please baby.”

“Where did you want it sweet girl?” he asked innocently before cupping one breast in his hand and rubbing the nipple with his nose. “Did you want me to lick you here?”

“Yes, yes, fuck!!” His tongue swirled slowly around your nipple, drawing it to a sensitive peak. “God Bucky, that’s so good!”

He brought up his metal hand to palm your other breast and you gasped at the contrast of the cool metal against your warm flesh. He tweaked the other nipple and you groaned. “You want my tongue on this one too, honey?”

“Pleasepleaseplease….” You whispered breathlessly, whining when he moved his mouth where you asked him. You started grinding yourself into his thigh, desperate for release as your pussy quivered and wept.

“No.” He ordered, grabbing your hip with his metal hand and holding you still. “You don’t get to come unless it’s on my cock sweetheart.”

You let out a thin keen as tears leaked down your cheeks.

Bucky brought his face back up to yours, holding your chin with his other hand and kissing you hungrily. You cried into his mouth in desperation.

“You want this cock, pretty girl?”

“God, yes. Please, Bucky!”

“You asked me so nicely, honey. I’m gonna give you what you want.”

He gripped your dress in his metal hand where it had gathered at your waist, gave it a twist, and ripped it off you, sequins and beads flying off the bed and across the floor. He grabbed your panties next and shredded them, bringing their ruins up to his face and inhaling your scent deeply before tossing them aside and giving you a wicked grin. You bent one leg up to start to remove your boots when he slapped your hand away.

“Leave those on.” He growled at you.

He took a moment to pause and look at you, memorizing every slope and curve of your body. He spread your legs wide and gave a low moan when he got a look at your pussy, coated in slick and swollen with desire. He drew two metal fingers softly up the inside of your thigh before running them over your sex, coating them in your arousal and making you moan. He brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked them clean.

“You taste so good baby girl. Maybe once I’ve fucked you stupid with my cock I’ll eat you out.”

“Unnhh, Bucky, give it to me.” You begged him.

“You need something baby? You gotta be specific.”

“God, need you inside me. I fucking need your cock. Bucky, please.”

“Alright sweetheart. You better have at least five orgasms on my cock sweet girl. Otherwise I might have to spank you.”

He lifted your right leg and looped your knee over his elbow, opening you wide as he brought himself up to your entrance. He slowly drew his length through the slick gathered there as you whimpered, then he slammed into you, bottoming out right away and knocking the air out of you.

“FUCK!!!” you screamed as you came immediately, clenching and fluttering around him as you went rigid and started to tremble.

“That’s one, baby.” He grinned as he started to fuck into you, not bothering to wait for you to come down from your orgasm. “Shit, this pussy was fucking ready for me. Look at you gripping me so good, like you’re fucking made for my cock.”

“God, Bucky!” you whined. “You’re so big, keep moving baby. Fuck that’s so good!”

Lewd squelching noises filled the room, combining with the slap of flesh against flesh as he drove into you hard.

“Mmm, you’re squeezing me so tight, honey. You gonna come on my cock again?” Bucky slipped a hand underneath your ass and tilted your hips just a bit and felt you clench around him.

“Shit, right there. God, I’m coming again. Don’t fucking stop.” Your face screwed up as your second orgasm ripped through you, curling your toes in your boots as your legs quivered with the strain.

“Good girl.” He praised you as you fluttered around him, your release soaking your thighs as it seeped out around his cock. “I’m gonna move you now, sweetheart, get ready.”

His hand moved under your waist and he wrenched you up until you were flush against his chest. The coarse hair there scratched against your sensitive nipples and you gave a soft whine at the change in position.

Bucky stared into your eyes. Your face was a mess. Lipstick smeared all over your mouth and chin. Mascara and tears running in streaks down your flushed cheeks. Mouth open and panting with need and pupils blown wide as you gazed at him through your thick eyelashes.

You looked like the perfect mixture of sin and sex. He had never seen anything so beautiful.

He wrapped both his arms behind your shoulders and buried his hands in your hair, pressing your face to his and forcing his tongue between your lips and teeth, running it everywhere it could reach inside your velvety mouth, growling into you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and opened yourself up to him, whining as he increased his pace even more and you felt the tension gather in your core again.

“Give me another one, baby. My good girl. Show me how good that pussy is for me.”

You buried your face in his neck and groaned as you felt every muscle below your waist go rigid and another orgasm wracked you. You didn’t know if you could handle two more.

“God, sweetheart, you feel so fucking good. This pussy is making a mess everywhere.”

He pulled out of you suddenly and you gasped, hoping for a reprieve. But he just flipped you so you were on all fours and slammed back into you, making you scream.

“Just two more pretty girl. Then I’ll fill this pretty cunt with my cum.”

You didn’t know how he could last this long as he pounded into you relentlessly. He drew you up straight suddenly so your back was against his chest and you gave a small whimper. Your throat was raw from him fucking it and from your screaming, and the only sound you managed to make now was a stream of unintelligible mewls.

You leaned your head back against Bucky’s shoulder as he brought a hand up to palm at your breast. His metal fingers moved to the apex of your thighs and started drawing rough circles against your clit. You felt tears leaking down your cheeks as your pleasure began to gather. He drove them into you suddenly and you let out a thin wail as your entire body went stiff before vibrating with your release.

Bucky guided your fall forward gently until your face was resting against the blankets. Your arms couldn’t hold you up anymore so they laid limply next to your face as Bucky gripped both of your hips and drew them back to him over and over. You felt drool leaking from your open mouth as you blinked slowly. You were absolutely cock drunk. The sheer number and intensity of your orgasms had made your brain short circuit. He really had fucked you stupid.

Bucky slapped your ass suddenly and you gave a sharp gasp as you came one last time, fisting your hands into the blankets to try to keep from passing out.

“Good girl.” Bucky murmured at you. You could feel the smile in his voice and you felt your cunt clench around him at the praise. His hips started to stutter and you felt his cock twitching inside you.

“You ready for me sweetheart? This pussy treated me so good, I’m gonna fill you up.”

You managed to moan out a single word through your hoarse throat. “Please…”

The wantonness in your voice pushed him over the edge and you felt his hips still suddenly as he released inside of you. The feel of his hot cum coating your velvety walls made you moan like a whore.

“Fuck, baby. That was so good.” He gently lowered himself on top of you and you felt him soften inside of you. He peppered gentle kisses along your shoulders and the back of your neck as he pulled out of you slowly. You gave a contented sigh as he rolled off you and headed to the bathroom. You’d never been fucked so well in your life.

You heard the water running and you managed to lift your head to watch Bucky return, holding a damp washcloth. His abdomen, thighs, and cock were coated in your release, glistening in the soft light of the bedroom as he walked back towards you and sat down on the edge of the bed. The sight of his naked form filled you with a renewed sense of desire.

Bucky rotated you carefully until you were lying on your back and brought his face down to yours and gave you a soft kiss before moving himself between your legs. You heard him suck in his breath sharply when he got a good look at you, drawing your knees apart to get a good look at your pussy.

“Fuck honey, you’re beautiful.”

The skin of your mound and thighs was flushed red where he had thrusted into you repeatedly and it was all coated in the evidence of your multiple orgasms. Your cunt was swollen and pulsing as his cum slowly leaked out of you, collecting in a small puddle on the sheets.

Bucky gently cleaned your thighs and mound with the cloth, being careful to not irritate your already sensitive skin. Then he worked your folds apart with his metal fingers and drew the damp fabric over your slit slowly, collecting his release from your entrance. You gave a groan and pressed yourself into the cloth when he tried to pull it away.

“Jesus, sweetheart, already?”

You propped yourself up on your elbows and stared at him. “Bucky, you promised.”

He shook his head and tutted his tongue at you. “No, I said I might eat you out after I fucked you stupid. No promises were made.”

“Bucky, please?” You begged him, your voice husky with lust.

He gave you a look then moved to kneel between your legs. “Can’t say no to you, pretty girl. Not after this pussy treated me so good.”

You gave a soft chuckle followed by a gasp as he flattened himself on the bed and drew your left leg over his shoulder, softly kissing and sucking down the inside of your thigh before he nuzzled himself into your folds.

He softly licked at your entrance, lapping up the renewed evidence of your arousal as he dragged his tongue up and down your slit before he wrapped his lips around your tiny bud and sucked softly.

“God, Bucky! More…please…” You moaned at him, winding your fingers into his hair and pressing him further into you.

He gently teased two metal finger around your entrance before inserting them slowly, grinning against you as he felt your pussy flutter around them.

He started fucking them into you steadily while he gently sucked at your clit, crooking his wrist to hit your sweet spot as he picked up speed.

“Fuck! Right there! Don’t you dare stop! So, so, good! Please baby!” You started babbling, the pitch of your voice getting higher as he edged you closer to your release.

He latched on and sucked hard at the same time he added a third finger, and you came apart around him, soaking his chin and stubble as your thighs tried to crush his head between them and your pussy clenched and twitched around his fingers.

Bucky crawled back up the bed and laid next to you, drawing you to his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. You nuzzled your face into him and let out a low humming noise to show how content you were.

“God, it took you long enough, Barnes.”

He laughed and kissed the top of your head, pulling the blankets over the two of you and flicking off the bedside lamp.

“You know, you could have made a move yourself.” He murmured against your hair.

“And offend your World War II sensibilities, grandpa? You would have run away screaming.”

“Grandpa?”

“Whatever, you were scared of me. I didn’t want to frighten you off before you took advantage of your crush.”

“Right, crush.”

“Mmm, if this is how you fuck on the first date, what are you going to do when you fall in love with me?” You teased against his chest, your breathing growing deeper as you drifted off to sleep.

“Don’t worry sweetheart. I’m not going to fall in love with you. I promise.” He lied as he dozed off.

The snow was falling heavy over the city. And Bucky was dreaming about marrying you.

[yaimlight]

ok ok just finished reading the series and omg it’s so good, i’ve been binging it since saturday, i’m completely obsessed!!!! do you plan on doing the first time katsuki and shoto actually been intimate? would love to read about maybe when they gave each others a blowjob for the first time with y/n teaching them, idk it would be sexy. just wanted to let you know that your work is perfect 🥰

I’m so glad you enjoyed it!

I have plans for their individual first times as well as the first time the three of them actually sleep together and the first time Shoto gives Katsuki a blow job but honestly I hadn’t really thought of doing the first time Katsuki gives Shoto a blow job🤔. Maybe that’s a mistake on my part because this has inspired me and well it’s not quite what you asked for because I have very specific plans for the first time Shoto gets his mouth on Katsuki but I hope this ticks some of the boxes for you.

Only For You

It’s stupid. The whole fucking situation is stupid and Katsuki resents the fact he’s ended up here at all but it’s his own damn fault, shooting his mouth off before he had even thought about what he was saying. It had just been an offhand comment, Y/N probably not even having thought about the words coming out of her mouth but Katsuki had seen it as a challenge, narrowing his eyes as he declared that he was just as good if not better than Shoto. His pride and confidence had lead him to this and now he was desperately wishing he had kept his mouth shut and had just let it go.

“Katsuki, you don’t have to do this,” Y/Ns gentle voice cuts through his angry sulking and his eyes dart up to look at the women with a scowl. She looks so casual with her legs tucked under her, her arm draped across Shoto’s shoulders as she gently strokes her fingers through the other mans hair, playing with the soft strands. They’re both watching him, Shoto with dark and hungry eyes but hers are softer, looking down at him with understanding as she offers him a way out, an opportunity to admit he has made a mistake. He is stubborn though and instead of taking her up on the offer his glare just hardens, annoyed that she would think him incapable of this.

“Shut up,” he grumbled and Y/N sighs, rolling her eyes at him. She does stay quiet though, her eyes moving off to the side and freeing him from their hold and he take the opportunity to really take in the scene before him.

Their on the couch because of course they are, seemingly incapable of making it to one of the two perfectly usable beds in the apartment. Well, no, there not all on the couch. They are, Shoto and Y/N but Katsuki is on the floor, knelt between Shoto’s spread legs. The soft rug beneath him is doing fuck all to help with the ache of being knelt on the hard wooden floor, Katsuki’s knees already protesting though he had only been down here a few minutes at most.

Out of the three of them Shoto’s the only one completely naked. Katsuki’s still in his black joggers though he had lost his tank top at some point during their rather enthusiastic make out session and Y/N’s in an oversized t-shirt that’s hanging off one shoulder and barely covering her thighs. Katsuki knows she only has a pair of lace panties on underneath because that’s how she feels most comfortable when it’s just the three of them lazing around on the rare day they all get off together.

Sucking in a deep breath Katsuki let’s his eyes wonder, slowly making their way down Shoto’s exposed body. He’s seen the other man naked more times than he can remember, knows how soft his skin is over the hard muscles that lay beneath. He isn’t as well built as Katsuki is, doesn’t have to be but he is lean and graceful, all long lines and gentle curves that Katsuki likes to drag his tongue along, nipping at his hip bones and leaving his marks behind on all that pale skin. Katsuki has touched Shoto before, had his mouth all over the man, everywhere but one specific place but now there’s no avoiding it, knelt as he is with his eyes finally making it to between Shoto’s legs.

He’s half hard, his cock laying against his stomach and it twitches under Katsuki’s gaze. He’s always though that Shoto’s dick was a nice size, especially when he was watching it slide in and out of Y/Ns cunt, the women moaning and grasping at any part of the man she can reach. Now though, knowing he’s got to fit it in his mouth he can’t help but think it’s to big. To long, to thick, just to much for Katsuki but he’s here now, knelt between the other mans legs and watching his dick twitch and fill out, getting harder in anticipation of what he’s about to do.

Nervously he licked at his lips, his hands clenching into fists against his thighs. He hasn’t been this nervous since the three of them were forced to come out. He hates the feeling, hates thinking he isn’t going to be good enough and he knows that this isn’t going to be fantastic. It’s his first time after all and unlike the first time Shoto got on his knees for him Katsuki didn’t have months of practicing on Y/Ns fake dick to go by. Shit he was going to mess this up, make a complete and utter fool of himself and all because Shoto had sucked on Y/Ns fingers without choking like he had.

“Katsuki.” His eyes dart back at the gentle call of his name, Shoto looking down at him with worry. “Don’t,” he growls out, cutting off whatever he was planning on saying about Katsuki not having to do this. He frowns slightly but thankfully he doesn’t say anything else, nodding his head slightly and gripping at his naked thighs. Katsuki huffs, dropping his gaze back down to Shoto’s dick. Might as well get it over and done with before one of them actually makes him stop.

He pulls in a deep breath, his hand definitely not shaking as he reaches out and curled his hand around the base of Shoto’s dick. He moan’s at that first touch, Katsuki flicking his gaze up watch as his eye lids flutter. This is familiar, his hand slowly gliding up and down Shoto’s length and watching him give in to the feeling, moaning ever so sweetly. It gives him a sense of control back, his thumb pressing down against the sensitive underside and delighting in the hitch of Shoto’s breath.

He stays that way for a moment, watching Shoto as he jerks him off and drinking in every moan and groan along with the way his lips part and his cheeks flush, Shoto looking down at him from under hooded eyes. He knows that Shoto would let him stay like this, wouldn’t make him stop and would be more than happy to get off with Just Katsuki’s hand but despite his nerves that isn’t was Katsuki wants.

He could try and lie to himself and say he hasn’t thought about it, especially in the heat of the moment when his mouth had been so close but he had always moved on, to chicken shit to actually find out why Shoto and Y/N liked having a dick in their mouths so much. Not now though, now he was going to find out exactly why he never had to ask to get his dick sucked.

Stilling his hand Katsuki took one last steady breath before he leant in. Shoto hadn’t been long out of the shower before this had all started and the closer he got the stronger the smell of his mint body wash got.

He has no clue what he should be doing so he dose the only thing he can and imitate what he liked from the other two. He sticks his tongue out, dragging it along the underside from where his hand was curled at the base and all the way up to his leaking tip. Shoto sucks in a breath, the muscles in his stomach tensing before his eyes. He’s tasted Shoto’s skin before but not like this. It’s not bad, not mind shatteringly good either but at least he doesn’t taste like sweat, just clean and a little salty.

Feeling a little bolder Katsuki opened his mouth wider, sealing his lips over the head and suckling gently. Shoto moans, his leg twitching and jerking into Katsuki’s side. Grunting he lets go of the other mans dick, pressing both his hands to Shoto’s thighs and pushing them back open so his knees aren’t digging into his shoulders. He presses the flat of his tongue against his slit, that same salty taste exploding across his pallet. It’s not unpleasant and he presses the tip of his tongue against the slit the taste intensifying.

He wants more though, feeling more confident now he’s actually got Shoto’s dick in his mouth. He pulls back, releasing the head with a small pop. Shoto groans at the loss, his hips lifting up to chase Katsuki’s mouth but the grip he has on his thighs keeps him from getting to close. The head of his dick is slick with spit, the spongy head read looking and as he watches a bead of precum oozes from his slit and Katsuki actually licks his lips, eager to find out if it would taste any different when he sucks the other man down as far as he’ll go.

As if she knows what he’s planning Y/N chooses that moment to speak up, her hand gently sliding over his and squeezing. “Go slowly, you don’t need to rush.” He looks up at the gentle voice, Y/N already looking down at him. She’s still pressed against Shoto’s side, fingers still playing with his hair but all her attention is focused on Katsuki, her gaze unwavering and surprisingly serious. “Don’t try and take more than you can handle. No one is expecting you to be able to deep throat him on your first go.”

Katsuki glares back at her. “I know that,” he snaps but she just raises an eyebrow and looks at him expectantly. Huffing Katsuki rolled his eyes at her. “I got it. Go slow and don’t choke on his fat dick.” She stares at him for a long second, Katsuki still glaring back at her and eventually her lips twitch up into a slight smirk. “At least not this time,” she smirked, turning her head to brush her lips against Shoto’s cheek. He hummed, turning his head and slotting his lips against hers.

Katsuki watched as they kissed, slow and lazy, their tongues sliding together. He liked watching them make out, liked to watch them trade dominance but not this time. Shoto curled his hand around her neck, deepening the kiss and he knew that if he let it go on any longer he would lose both of their attention and he wanted Shoto focused on him. Only him. “Knock it off,” he grumbled. Shoto huffed when she pulled back, a smug smirk still on her lips. “My deepest apologies dorogoy.” She teased, winking at Katsuki as she settled back, Shoto huffing once more as he turned his head back so he was looking at Katsuki once more.

Satisfied Katsuki dropped his gaze back down and leant in, opening his mouth as wide as it would go. He kept his tongue flat as he lowered his mouth down on Shoto, letting the head glide across it. He took Y/Ns advice, going slowly and sinking down inch by inch until his lips were stretched wide and he could just the feel the tip of his dick nudging against the back of his throat. It was to much and as he felt his gag reflex start to kick in he pulled back slightly, automatically swallowing to get rid of the saliva that had pooled in his mouth.

A loud groan came from above, Shoto’s dick twitching against his tongue.

Feeling smug about the other mans reaction Katsuki began to pull back just as slowly until Shoto slipped from his mouth. “That was perfect love.” A shock of arousal danced down Katsuki’s spine at the casual praise, Y/Ns thumb rubbing gently at the back of his hand. “Now, do it again but don’t pull off this time. When you have just the tip left in your mouth rub your tongue on the underside and suck gently. He likes that.” Katsuki didn’t even wait for her to finish talking, already sinking back down on Shoto’s dick before she even gets half way through.

He goes just as slowly this time, stopping before he can start to gag. He swallows again, his tongue pressing against the underside and delighting in the way Shoto’s breath catches. When he pulls back he does exactly what Y/N had said, sealing his lips around Shoto tip and sucking as he wiggles his tongue against the underside. “Fuck,” he groan’s and despite having a mouth full of dick Katsuki tries to smile. Shoto doesn’t sweat often and every time he gets the other man to do so he takes it as some kind of personal victory.

“See, I told you he likes it,” Y/N sounded so smug, Katsuki practically able to hear the smirk. “When you go down this time go a little faster and then suck on your way back up.” It’s hotter than he thought it would be, Y/N telling him what to do and Katsuki is more than happy to comply. He’s hard in his sweatpants, his dick aching for attention but he knows he’ll get it after and for now he’s more than satisfied with feeling the weight of Shoto’s dick on his tongue and the way his lips have to stretch the further down he sinks.

He puts the two bits of advice together, sucking as he pulls back and then tongue at the leaking slit, lapping up his salty and slight cold precum before sinking back down to do it all again. Shoto’s breathing heavily, Y/N cooing and telling him how well he’s doing and Katsuki finds himself speeding up and sucking harder just to hear Shoto’s breath catch before it dissolves into a moan. He’s starting to understand now, why they like doing this so much. He feels powerful on his knees, knowing he’s the one doing this, the one who holds all the power and control even though he’s the one with his mouth stuffed full.

“No,” Y/N said suddenly, her voice stern and Katsuki stops instantly, mouth half way down Shoto’s dick and his hands twitching against the other mans thighs. He doesn’t know what he’s done wrong, has barely even gotten a rhythm going before she had stopped him but when he glanced up for some sort of explanation she isn’t looking at him, her eyes firmly fixed on Shoto who looks like he’s five seconds away from begging. She’s got her hand wrapped around his wrist, keeping his hand suspended awkwardly half way towards Katsuki. “Let him adjust before you go overwhelming him,” she said in a strange mix of softness and command. Shoto seems to like it though, groaning loudly as he tips his head back against the sofa, his fingers twitching towards Katsuki. It’s then that he realises Shoto had been going for his hair, probably intending to sink his long, delicate fingers into it and tug and push just like he did when he had Shoto between his splayed knees.

Katsuki instantly wants it but is also terrified of giving the other man that sort of control over him. It’s Shoto though and he knows the other man wouldn’t take more than what Katsuki was comfortable with but it’s still to much, for now at least. Y/N turns her attention back to him, a soft smile spreading across her lips as she looks down at him with such adoration that he has to look away, dropping his gaze back down to the white and red pubes as he feels himself blush bright red. “Carry on lyubov'.”

Katsuki groans at the casual Russian, Shoto’s hips stuttering slight at the vibrations and gasping gently. Katsuki knows she did it on purpose because she knew that he liked the way it rolled off her tongue, the effortless way she just slipped between the two of them. It sent a spark of arousal down his spine, his dick twitching once more and he seriously contemplated shoving a hand down his pants and jerking off whilst he suck Shoto off. Instead he tightened his grip on Shoto’s thighs, his nails digging into the muscle and causing the other man to let out a hiss of pain. He doesn’t try and pull away though, doesn’t tell Katsuki off so he keeps his grip tight as he pulls back once more, tonguing and suckling at the sensitive head and trying to calm himself back down.

He looks back up watching Shoto as he does so. He’s looking right back at him, pupils blown so wide his mismatched eyes are almost black. Y/Ns still got hold of his wrist, her grip tight even as she rubs her thumb over his pulse. She’s not watching Katsuki, her face turned into Shoto neck and working on sucking a rather large hickey onto his pale skin. Shoto’s eye lids flutter, a soft moan making it through his parted lips and this time Katsuki can see Y/Ns smirk before she’s pressing it into his skin.

He’s loosing Shoto’s attention again, the other man moaning Y/Ns name as her teeth sink into his neck. He narrows his eyes, pulling back slightly and purposely drags his teeth across Shoto’s sensitive tip. He watches with satisfaction as Shoto winced, hissing at the slight sting of pain. “Less teeth,” he mumbled, shifting his hips backwards as if he was going to pull out. Katsuki growled, low and angry as he pressed forward in an attempt to keep the other man inside his mouth. His eyes snap open, lips parting in a loud gasp and hips twitching forward. This time Katsuki lets him, loosening his hold and Shoto slides effortlessly between his lips, forcing Katsuki’s mouth wide until he’s hitting the back of this throat.

He gags instantly, pulling back quickly, coughing and spluttering and still able to feel Shoto pressing down his throat even though he’s no longer in his mouth. An amused snort comes from above and as he uses the back of his hand to wide his spit from his lips and chin Katsuki glares up at Y/N whose turned her head slightly to look down at him. “Serves you right,” she smirked and he just narrowed his eyes at her.

“Keep your hands on him. You control the pace not him, he just gets what he’s given.” Shoto whines but she ignores him, all teasing gone as she looks at him seriously again. Katsuki grunts but he still gives a jerky nod. He hadn’t liked that, the feeling of his throat being blocked nor the uncomfortable burn of having something as big as Shoto’s dick where it shouldn’t have been, no matter how brief it had been.

He places his hand on Shoto’s hips this time, the angle a little awkward but he’ll make it work and slowly he takes him back into his mouth, making sure to stop before he hits the back of his mouth. It takes a while to build back up to where he had been before, Katsuki being extra cautious. He tightens his grip every time Shoto’s hips so much as twitch, pulling back just in case. He continues to suck on every up stroke, still licking and sucking at his head before dropping back down and eventually he builds up speed, his head bobbing away.

Above hims Shoto is a moaning and gasping mess, Katsuki’s name falling from his lips freely along with his pleads for more and declarations of how good it feels to have Katsuki’s mouth on him. It’s a heady rush and mixed in with Y/Ns constant praise of how well he’s doing Katsuki soon finds himself testing his limits once more, letting Shoto’s dick just kiss the back of his mouth before pulling backwards. He seems to like it, sucking in a breath every time Katsuki does it and that enough to have him fighting against the urge to throw up every time.

It doesn’t take long for Katsuki’s jaw to start aching though, his knees protesting the fact he had been knelt on the floor for so long. His mouth is filled with saliva and he can feel it spilling over his lips and dribbling down his chin and most likely dripping onto the couch and leaving a damp spot behind. Shoto’s leaking an almost constant stream of precum into his mouth, the cold saltiness almost making his tongue feel numb. He’s just on the edge of wrapping his hand around Shoto and pulling back to jerk him off instead when his whole body goes tense for a few seconds before relaxing again.

“Close,” Shoto gasps out and instantly Katsuki’s snap open and dart up to look at the other man. He’s got his head tipped back, eyes screwed shut and tears clinging to his lashes. His hands are gripping at the sofa, his knuckles white from how hard he’s holding on. He looks stunning with his skin flushed and chest heaving with every breath, the muscles in his stomach twitching and jumping beneath his pale skin.

“I would pull back if I was you, unless you want to choke on his cum.” His eyes dart across to Y/N already knowing she would be looking back at him. She’s got her arm propped up on the back of the couch, her hand curled and head resting against it. She looks so casual, smiling soft down at him and toying with the hem of her top and if it wasn’t for how dark and hungry her eyes are Katsuki would think she wasn’t affected by what he and Shoto were doing at all.

He doesn’t hesitate to do what she’s said, slowly sliding back and sucking the whole time. He’s barely gotten half way though before Shoto’s whole body is tensing, his back arching and head thrown back as he moans Katsuki’s name like a preyer. His mouth floods with his cold salty release and franticly Katsuki tries to swallow but it’s to much still and he jerks back, coughing and spluttering as he doubles over slightly, his head resting against Shoto’s knee.

His chin is slick with spit and cum and he should be grossed out by the mess Shoto’s made of him but a part of him likes it, having the other mans release splattered across his face. It’s the same feeling he gets when he has Y/Ns juices smeared across the bottom half of his mouth, proudly wearing the evidence that he had been the one to get her off and make her cum so hard that his face was practically dripping with it. His jaw aches, his eyes sting with unshed tears but he’s feeling way to smug right now to care.

Despite that he still pulls back, his face already starting to itch as Shoto’s spunk starts to warm to room temperature. Huffing he lifts his hand with every intention of rubbing the worst of it off but before he can do so a hand curls around his wrist, stilling his movements. He looks up in time to to catch a glimpse of Shoto’s blissed out little smile before Y/N fills his filed of vision, effortlessly sliding down onto his lap and fitting herself comfortable between his body and the bit of couch between Shoto’s still spread legs.

“You did so well love,” she praises, cupping his cheek with her other hand and gently brushing her thumb across his cheek. He feels himself blush under the praise but before he can say anything she’s leaning forward, her tongue dragging across his chin and licking up the remains of Shoto’s cum. He goes stiff at the action, eyes wide and darting up to look at Shoto who still has his head tipped back against the back of the couch. He’s watching them though, his eyes half lidded and a soft fond smile on his lips. He looks so relaxed, so soft and pliant that Katsuki can’t help but wonder what it would be like to fuck him in his post orgasm state. That’s something for another time though, Katsuki definitely not ready for that step just yet.

Y/N moans and his gaze drops down in time to see her licking at her lips, her eyes closed and humming as if she has just tasted the best thing in the world. It was by no means terrible but Katsuki wasn’t in a rush to get another mouthful. “Tastes better when it’s mixed with you,” she hummus opening her eyes just enough for him to see the amusement sparkling in them. Katsuki scoffs, rolling his eyes at her but before he can call her out for being a perv she’s darting forward again but this time she presses her lips against his, her tongue forcing its way between his slightly parted lips.

He grunts in surprise but he quickly starts kissing back, his eyes closing and one hand coming down to fist I. The back of her top. She’s right. It does taste better when mixed with something else, something uniquely her and Katsuki finds himself moaning, his tongue plundering her mouth as he presses her back into the edge of the couch. Her hips shift, pressing down and against him, dragging a moan from Katsuki as she presses down against his neglected erection.

He’s the one to pull away from her but he doesn’t go far, pressing his forehead against hers and holding on tightly to the back of her shirt as she continues to rock against him. There’s movement above them, the familiar crinkle and then Katsuki’s being smacked in the head with the little foil packet. Glaring he tips his head back, looking up at Shoto with annoyance only for the other man to wave the condom at him.

Warm lips drag across the ended side of his jaw, Y/N dragging her tongue up along the edge of his jaw until she reaches his ear, nipping gently at the lobe. “Fuck me Katsuki,” she whispers and he shivers as her cool ice cold breath puffs across his ear. It’s a simple request really and who is Katsuki to deny her. He snatches the condom from Shoto, shuffling back slightly so he can bush his sweatpants down enough to get his aching member out. He makes quick work of getting it on, grabbing Y/Ns hips and moving her back over him, his knees bumping against Shoto’s ankles as he shifts into position.

His jaw still hurts, can still taste Shoto on his tongue and his knees are definitely starting to cease up now but as he sinks into Y/N warm and welcoming body he can’t find it in himself to care. Only for them would he get on his knees. Only for them would he show his vulnerable side. Only ever for them because he loved them and he knew they loved him back and really that was all he could ever ask for.

[lunarrwolf]

prompt #21: “I’ll sleep when I’m dead.” *gets killed* “Oh.”

word count: 1,061

summary: you just wanted to play drunk among us

prompt list

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With the process of moving hundreds of miles away from home and needing to settle into the new apartment, you hadn’t been able to play (let alone stream) Among Us for at least two weeks. The gaming community was riddled with mentions, tags and memes about how long you were away and what in the world it was that kept you at bay from posting or recording. Scrolling through it all one day, you realized it really had been a while. All that time spent unpacking and making sure everything was set really took longer than expected.

It felt like way more than fourteen days passed before finding yourself in the computer chair, systems on and accounts logged into. Out of the many texts received from friends about joining lobbies or multiplayer games while they recorded for their own channel, you were finally able to agree to one sent earlier that morning.

Corpse Husband began drunk run-throughs of the mobile and computer game not too long ago, and you’d been dying to take part ever since watching the first video. It took a few extra days of tying up loose ends in your home state before being able to let him know you could finally do a few rounds, and by then you were raring to have your little astronaut play survivor or murderer. Especially taking into consideration the lack of practice that was able to go into it lately.

“Look who’s finally among us! Miss YT/N herself!” The sound of groans was clear in your headset as the man made his pun, including emotes dropped in by your stream’s chat.

You gave a short laugh. “Oh man, Dream. I didn’t know you longed for my presence that much.”

“Of course I did. Who else am I gonna gang up on?”

“Wow—mental note for game time.” You stated, earning a weak comeback from the faceless YouTuber as he struggled to find something clever. Everyone spent a few more minutes waiting for the last couple of people before Corpse started the countdown, resulting in the group already guessing who was going to be the impostor.

CREWMATE

“Aw, man..” You muttered, disappointed that the revenge on Dream’s joke would have to wait. The only thing left to do was run around, find allies that hopefully wouldn’t kill you (even more so during one of the long tasks) and weed out the fakes.

Thanks to proximity chat being another factor, you took great advantage every time the lights were turned off during the first three rounds. Even with the dark screen, the dimmed figures of the other characters running around were always visible enough for you to avoid them. Not that it mattered when you had no idea who was deemed as either impostor, but you planned on hiding around the ship to figure it out.

It was already the third time someone shut off the power after the last voting session, which fueled a lot of sarcastic remarks from each person you passed about how often it was happening. And with the eject confirmations turned off, it was that much harder to know who was left to expose in the final five. Ethan and Sykkuno were hanging out in the back of the cafeteria this time around, and out of curiosity you trotted up to eavesdrop, being grateful you stole the color black from the deep voiced gamer. Parking yourself in the corner closest to them, you listened closely. “I think Y/N is one of them. I haven’t seen her the whole game and every time I do she’s a freakin’ jet plane.”

After an involuntary gasp, the guys stopped talking, Ethan’s blue space boy now facing your direction along with Sykkuno’s dark green one. “Oh, sorry, did I interrupt something?”

There was a short second of silence before one of them spoke up. “Hey Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“What are you, uh, doing on the vent?”

 You could only stare at the two young adults’ astronauts dumbfounded as it set in that you actually were standing on top of a vent. Clearing your throat, you took another swig of your drink and hovered your hand over the buttons that helped you as impostor in case you had to prove yourself. “I know what this looks like, but I can explain.” You began, taking the silence and still animations as the signal to continue. However, any planned words got caught in your throat, resorting to nothing but a very broken sentence. The small giggles rang so clear in your headphones they caused a pout that surfaced many comments from the chat. “Can’t an astronaut take a nap in the cafe of their spaceship anymore?”

“Maybe in the lobby? That way you don’t get killed.” Sykkuno suggested. Being one of the only ones not having anything pertaining to the drunken aspect of playing tonight, he was completely sober and wanted to keep you from becoming a ghost. A fact that went over your head seeing as—even though you weren’t fully drunk, just a bit tipsy—you were less responsive than usual.

It didn’t even occur that he was trying to help when you went on a tangent about how tiring moving day is when it turns into a moving month, and how you would stay up to binge a new show you found that would have otherwise distracted you from working if you played it during unpacking hours. The lights turned back on while you went on and on for the next few seconds, just for you to be interrupted by Ethan. “Just go to sleep, dude.”

“I refuse, Ethanol.” You countered, grinning when exasperation could be heard from the other end at your nickname for him. A small purple sprite with cat ears ran up beside you, and you all took a second to greet one another before you continued. “I’ll have you know that I am committed to finding the culprit. I’ll sleep when I’m dead, and that’s final.”

“I got you.” The low voice chimed in.

“Shit, wait. H-hold on a second.” Your eyes widened as they snapped to the one standing next to you, turning into slits as they narrowed. “Corpse don’t you dare—”

He did dare. And out of all the profanities and insults swimming through your slightly jumbled brain, the only thing that came out was:

“Oh.”

[someone-elsa]

Random OCs ask : 3 of your OCs is/are feeling down; They're inviting each other for a sleepover/drinking/binging/confession session. Who would they be ? What would they watch ? What would they drink ? Feel free to also add some little spice and dramas ♥

Thank you for the question!

I'll go with River and her siblings. During the sleepover, they would probably get in an argument or two, and especially Wade and Brook can get to each other's nerves. But they are all close and know each other well so they can give good advice. The one needing cheering up would pick the film/show. Out of the three, Wade is most prone to feel down so they most often watch sci-fi classics.

Their drink of choice would be "lonkero". River and Wade drink the classic grapefruit flavour. Brook's choice is the cranberry version (mine too!)

Since they don't live in the same city, they often talk via Skype or similar. And still they all get their traditional drinks.

[mianavs]

Gezellig

You were the warmth that only another person could give

Kenma x f!reader

a/n: kenma is definitely my comfort character~

wc: 1.8k

It started with an apple pie recipe.

Kenma was editing his latest play-through video for a new video game when the craving for his favorite food creeped up on him again. He considered going to the nearby bakery that sold decent mini apple pies but a glance at the clock on his computer put an end to that idea—it was midnight and the bakery had been closed for three hours.

Normally Kenma would have settled for the day old pastry on his kitchen table but the craving for apple pie had plagued him for a while now. The reason? His neighbor had baked one a couple days ago and Kenma couldn’t stop thinking about the delicious aroma that had seeped through the walls into his unit.

A hasty thought crossed Kenma’s mind and he got up from his gaming chair to wander into the kitchen. He scanned the counters until his eyes landed on the two large apples Kuroo dropped off along with other groceries Kenma let spoil more often than not. The presence of the main ingredient spurred his impulses and Kenma fell back onto his couch as he scrolled through YouTube for an easy apple pie recipe. His perceptive eyes were immediately drawn to the golden crust of the pie on your thumbnail and his fingers clicked on your video without a second thought.

In the end, Kenma never got to making the apple pie and instead binge-watched every video on your ASMR cooking channel until he passed out at five in the morning.

Kenma knew he was obsessed when he turned on the notification bell on your channel. He loved the simplicity of your videos. There wasn’t any cheesy background music or obnoxious text. Your videos were intimate and comforting with the natural sounds of your cooking or baking and the high-quality recordings. More often than not, Kenma found himself unwinding to your content after a stressful meeting with the board members or a difficult gaming session. In fact, the more he watched your videos the more he found himself closing his eyes and imagining himself in your kitchen listening to the sizzling of the sautéing vegetables or the whir of your mixer combining the ingredients of a cake. It wasn’t necessarily hard to do since the layout of your kitchen was very similar to his own.

He should have found it suspicious when his neighbor’s cooking seemed to predict the video you would upload next but Kenma wasn’t one to dwell on unnecessary things like that. So when his neighbor cooked a delicious smelling recipe, Kenma would crave it the next day and ordered it to eat while he watched your nimble hands cook a similar dish.

In the two years Kenma had lived in his unit, he’d never crossed paths with his foodie neighbor. Although considering his line of work, Kenma supposed it wasn’t too surprising. He spent most of his time in his office and only when out when necessary. So when his doorbell rang and it wasn’t Kuroo with groceries or takeout but a young woman with a sheepish look on her face, Kenma froze like a deer in headlights.

“Hi! Umm…I’m your neighbor,” she introduced herself and awkwardly held up a small bowl. “Do you have some salt I can borrow?”

“Uh…yeah, come in.” Kenma replied stepping aside to let her in. There was a softness about her demeaner that drew him in and it wasn’t until her eyes blinked at him in confusion that he realized he’d been staring.

“T-this way.”

As Kenma led his neighbor to the kitchen he wracked his brain for the location of the salt container Kuroo had bought for him to use despite never having cooked a meal in his life. It took a couple of tries flipping through cupboards before he found the large salt container and handed it to his neighbor.

“Thanks!” She accepted it and began pouring some into her bowl. “Y’know your kitchen is a lot like mine but way cleaner!”

“I don’t really use it,” Kenma admitted. “I find it kind of intimidating…cooking.”

“It is at first but it gets easier the more you do it.” She smiled as she handed the salt back to Kenma and he couldn’t help but admire the way her entire face seemed to smile. Her eyes crinkled into crescent moons while the apples of her cheeks framed her gummy smile endearingly.

“I guess that applies to a lot of things.”

“Yes, it really does! I’m a firm believer in practice makes perfect.”

With that she thanked Kenma profusely and apologized for the intrusion before slipping on her shoes and walking out the door. While it may have only been a few minutes, the impression she left on Kenma lasted much longer. He went outside more just so he could run into his nice neighbor who would always strike up a conversation with him about anything. And while he was normally not one for small talk, it never felt forced around her. She had a knack for making even the dullest subject a compelling topic and Kenma quickly looked forward to those moments outside their apartment complex, in front of the convenience store, or outside her unit.

But even those short conversations Kenma has with his neighbor reveal very little about her. So when Kenma gets a notification from your channel and opens YouTube, he drops his phone when your thumbnail picture isn’t food but rather his neighbor that he’d grown fond of. Kenma’s eyes dart to your shared wall as he comes to terms with the fact that his favorite content creator and his pretty neighbor are the same person. It takes a couple of minutes for the initial shock to pass and another twenty minutes for him to play the video in the comfort of his office and with his headset on.

You’re all smiles as you announce a giveaway to celebrate one-hundred thousand subscribers. You introduce each of the five prizes and explain each one in detail. They’re all cooking tools from one of your sponsors that Kenma recognizes from your previous videos. When you’re describing the rules to enter, the similarities between your apartment and his are glaringly obvious now and Kenma can only shake his head in disbelief. The video ends too quickly so he watches it another ten times almost convincing himself that it’s to understand the rules of the giveaway and consider each of the products despite knowing he’d never actually enter.

A week after your giveaway video, Kuroo comes over with food and drinks after a business trip. A meal and a couple of beers later, Kenma opens up to Kuroo about you and the fact that you’re not only his favorite YouTuber but his neighbor as well. The liquid courage spurs him on and Kenma talks about your gorgeous smile, soft-looking hair, and your laugh that goes from a giggle to a cackle within a matter of seconds. Always the observant friend, Kuroo notices the persistent smile on Kenma’s face as he goes on about you and urges his best friend to ask you out on a date. The thought of spending hours with you is enough to get his heart racing but his insecurities never fail to rear their ugly heads and Kenma dismisses the idea as quickly as it comes up.

Kenma drinks even more to drown his insecurities and fantasies of you while Kuroo drinks with him knowing it’s best to support him quietly like this. When the last drop of alcohol is consumed, the two friends are completely drunk and Kuroo crashes in the guest room while Kenma stumbles to his room and collapses on his bed as the world spins around him.

Your image comes to mind but it’s too hazy for Kenma’s liking so he pulls up your giveaway video and watches it for the hundredth time. You’re so happy about your channel’s milestone that Kenma can’t help but smile like a fool as you thank your subscribers profusely. It’s with lowered inhibitions that Kenma is able to scroll to the comment section and write out how much your channel means to him.

The sound of multiple notifications stirs Kenma awake to a terrible hangover. He rubs the sleep from his eyes and focuses on his blindingly bright screen to see what the fuss is about. There’s a message from his publicist asking if he’s okay but before Kenma can reply he gets a notification from your channel; however, it isn’t the typical one that lets him know you’ve uploaded a video. The notification is a heart reaction to a comment and Kenma’s heart is in his mouth as his shaky finger taps on your giveaway video.

He doesn’t have to scroll far to find his comment because it’s the first one with ten thousand likes and three hundred comments to boot. Completely mortified, Kenma reads through the comments that have a wide range of reactions. Some gush about how cute it is for Kodzuken to fanboy over your channel while others express their disappointment that their favorite gamer actually likes cooking ASMR. While they are unnerving, it isn’t the comments that worry Kenma but the little red heart you’d left on his comment.

While he doubts you knew who he was before, this comment and the crazy feedback will definitely pique your interest enough to look him up and find out who he really is. Scared of facing you, Kenma holes himself up in his apartment. To get you out of his mind, he buries himself in work and video game streams and turns off the notifications for your channel.

After a week of not hearing anything from you, Kenma thinks he’s in the clear until one evening he opens his door expecting his takeout only to find you.

You’re a sight for sore eyes and Kenma’s heart hammers in his chest as your eyes soften and you break into a smile. The aroma of cinnamon and apples wafts up to his nostrils and you raise your mitted hands to reveal the same pie that had drawn him to you in the first place.

“Your fans mentioned you like apple pie,” you explain with a chuckle. “And I still owe you for the salt.”

“My…fans?” Kenma asks, still stunned you’re talking to him despite the comment fiasco.

“Yeah, you see I needed a reason to visit my neighbor and ask him out. Luckily, he’s a famous streamer with lots of fans.” Your confidence almost hides flush on your cheeks that deepens the longer Kenma stares at you in shock.

“…Unless you don’t want to go out-“

“I do!” Kenma blurts out. “More than anything.”

Your entire face breaks into a smile. “Well then how about a pie date?”

With a stomach full of butterflies, Kenma lets you into his apartment for the second time only this time he knows what he feels for you and is comforted by the fact that you feel the same way.

[twerkinwithhazza]

Pumpkin Seeds

Author’s Note: UH OHHH BACK AGAIN. I’m back yall finally off hiatus all because my phone is broken LOL. Anywho tumblr is a totally different place and most of my mutuals are adulting now. I would love new tumblr friends and I’m gonna try to continue this writing stuff but I’m busy with adult things now lol and it really depends on if you guys like what you see. Please excuse my rustiness this my first imagine in years... literally. I’ll get better with time. This was also slightly edited but I know there bound to be some mistakes. Anyways watch the Golden music video for clear skin and I hope you guys enjoy!  I think it's so adorable that whoever requested this thought this request wouldn't speak to me lol ! It definitely did because this went from a blurb to a full blown imagine.

psst you can read my other work here!

Warnings: smut smut smut and more smut and possible shitty writing, dirty talk, light choking, and some cursing.

Glossary: (y/c/n)= your cousins name + (y/m/n)= your mothers name

Request: hi!!!! if you are wrtiting for Harry please can you do one where missus and Harry are at a family party and have a quickie in the bathroom? don’t worry if it’s not speaking to you lol xxx

Normally you and your husband loved spending time with your families. Harry was always playing a balancing act between filming music videos, doing interviews, writing sessions, and an occasional date night in the house that always involved a Postmates order from your favorite restaurants and the two of you binge-watching Netflix on shuffle. As much as the both of you enjoyed stuffing your face with poke bowls from Poke Papa and watching True Crime stories, it wasn’t exactly romantic or fulfilling for the both of you, just enough to hold you over until his schedule clears up. So when Harry finally got a weekend off, you guys were ecstatic! You spent the week cleaning the house and meal prepping so no Postmates would be needed and Harry used his free time in between interviews for shopping for special toys and pretty lingerie he wanted to see you model for him. Flirty text messages were sent back and forth during small work breaks about your plans for the weekend and now all the two of you had to do was make it Saturday.

You’re not gonna like this...

The 5 words that destroyed you and Harry’s weekend plans. Anne called while you were organizing your closet and announced that her and Gemma, along with your parents and favorite cousins were coming to town to spend time with the two of you. You tried to convince her that maybe a small dinner party at that new fancy restaurant downtown would be a perfect spot for a get together but she was adamant about coming over to cook the two of you a homecooked meal. Breaking the news to Harry was the worst part, he was clearly devastated (you swore you saw the man shed a few tears). Now here you were stuffing your mouth with Anne’s famous juicy cooked duck instead of your husband's juicy di...

“(Y/N) can you pass me the mashed potatoes”

Your dad’s strong yet muffled voice interrupted your train of thought and broke you out of your horny trance as he chowed down on his meal. Pushing the dish over in your dad's direction allowed you the chance to look around and take a glance at Harry who was making small talk with one of your favorite cousins. He was wearing a black button-down shirt, of course with a few buttons loose, and his cross necklace bounced on his chest as he laughed at your cousin's crazy work stories. You focused on his fingers, his infamous rings adorned his hands, you noted that they were slightly damp from eating and the condensation on his glass cup. As you were drinking in his appearance a small damp spot was forming in your panties but given that there were too many eyewitnesses including, yours and his parents so you chose to just clamp your thighs shut and stuff your mouth with more mashed potatoes. 

Harry deserved his credit as a husband. Despite his calm demeanor, he was very well aware of your little ordeal yet still managed to give interview advice to (y/c/n) and compliment your mom’s cocktail mix. He was quite amused by how increasingly frustrated you were becoming. He noted your concentrated face as you munched harshly on a string bean, hands clenching onto the fork for dear life. He decided to do a little temperature check to truly see how far gone you were.

“So what are we thinking for dessert pecan pie or crumble cake ?”, Harry questioned as he stuck his fork in his mouth, pulling it out again once all the gravy was licked clean. Your eyes finally met and you can tell that he was tossing the ball in your court, it was your job to show him how you wanted the game to be played.

“Mmm I don’t know I guess I’ll have some pecan pie but I really wish I had some pumpkin seeds”, you flatly said as you finished sipping your wine, maintaining full eye contact with him.

Pumpkin seeds. You and Harry were “outside of the box” thinkers, you had to be with his life as a celebrity not exactly pairing well with your shared sexual fantasies. You had code words to indicate to each other when you were craving the other one's touch, but you knew that using the same words around friends, family, and other public figures for too long would possibly cause some suspicion. So your code words changed with the seasons, literally. When the leaves started turning that classic golden yellow and auburn, your code words changed thus came the use of the word Pumpkin Seeds.

Gemma and your mom shared a glance, raising their eyebrows in collective confusion.

“Pumpkin seeds.. For dessert ?” Gemma finally burst out., both of your mothers soft laughter followed in the background.

“Heyyy” ,Harry pouted as he bopped Gemma on the nose with some gravy ,“ I have you know Pumpkin Seeds are one of our favorite midnight snacks”. 

“Gross“, Gemma stuck out her tongue and wiped her nose. You couldn't tell whether she was referring to the gravy on her nose, your choice of midnight snacks, Harry’s smug statement followed by a wink at you, or a combination of all three.

“Well we can be concerned with dessert once we break out the baby pictures, I’ve been dying to see the infamous skinny dipping picture (y/m/n) has been telling me about”. Anne clapped her hands together and hopped out of her seat heading to the kitchen. Your mother followed behind but not before instructing you to head up to the attic to retrieve the pictures. You glanced at Harry but he seemed occupied cleaning up the dinner plates with your dad. You let out a frustrated huff and made your way up to the attic to grab the photo albums. 

As you shuffled through old boxes holding Harry’s old tour outfits and your little knickknacks from your travels, you heard the attic door open.

“Pumpkin seeds huh?”, Harry lightly chuckled letting the attic door close and leaning against the door frame. 

You refused to make eye contact with him, continuing to shuffle through the bins locating a few photo albums as you went , “It was only a matter of time Harry and you know it. Our weekend got stolen and we haven’t... ya know in like two weeks. So, yes Harry I want some damn pumpkin seeds.”

You let out a huff. You didn’t mean to come off so sassy and aggressive but you were frustrated… sexually. Your cousin was getting more Harry time in the 3 hour family dinner than you had gotten in the past two weeks. You stacked the photo albums gently on top of each other and cradled them in your arms, finally turning to face your husband but you didn't have to look very far. Harry had closed that gap between the two of you, gripping your face and making you look up at him causing you to drop the albums in shock. 

“Well let’s get you your pumpkin seeds then”

That’s all it took and sparks turned into a flame, you and Harry’s bodies connected and a feverish makeout session broke out. You both were so hungry for each other after weeks of neglects and it just felt so damn good to finally connect. Harry’s wet kisses were making their way down your neck, nipping and sucking as he goes. You knew he was getting into it and normally you would be completely here for it if your kitchen wasn’t flooded with family members waiting to laugh at your baby pictures.

“Baby.. we… fuckkkkk”, You moaned out as Harry popped one of your nipples out of his mouth before moving to nip on the next one. “Baby we can’t your mom is downstairs… we have to go”, you finally let out and glanced down at your husband as pinched your nipples between his finger tips. “When has that ever stopped us”, he slyly laughs. In one swift motion, he turned you around pulling your back into his chest pulling down your skirt. You couldn’t even get words of protest out, Harry had his hands wrapped around your neck and was already freeing himself from his pants and boxers. He pulled your panties to the side and let out a hiss as he watched a string of your arousal stretch from your dripping flower to his fingers.

“Baby please just do something”, you huffed out a soft moan as you waited in anticipation. The grip around your throat tightened as he entered you, both of you letting out a sigh of relief. Harry completely bottomed out inside of you, touching that special spot that only he could. Your walls clenched around him, holding him in snug almost as if your pussy was begging him not to leave. Normally the two you were very vocal during sex from dirty talk to his loud moans and your even louder cries of pleasure. However you both knew that wasn’t possible right now and kept your moans down as much as you could. Harry was not making it easy though and the noise coming from the two of your bodies colliding were basty in the best ways possible. With every thrust of Harry’s hip you could hear your wetness coating Harry dick and as Harry picked up the speed his balls roughly tapped on your clit, only adding to your pleasure. You could barely form thoughts let alone sentence, Harry was literally fucking you silly and using your G-Spot as punching bag for his dick, The sounds and the pleasure were clearly getting to Harry as well, the grip he had on your hips grew tighter and his eyes were squeezed shut. 

“Bloody fucking hell you’re so tight around me, can’t even take it”, he groans and throws his head back as he roughly draws your hips into his. It didn’t even feel like it was possible but Harry picked up the speed of his thrust continuing the assault on your poor needy pussy even further. The pleasure was all too much and that oh so familiar feeling hit the pit of your stomach and you were starting to lose your composure. Your moans were getting increasingly louder and your grip on Harry was growing tighter. Harry knew his wife and he knew your dam was getting closer and closer to breaking and he was determined to get you there. He placed a hand over your mouth and moved his other hands down to your clit rubbing it in slow circles. “ Look at you” he cooed cockily, “Taking me so fucking well like a good girl should. Barely let out a scream ‘cus you don’t want your parents to hear how much of a cock whore you are”. He knew you wouldn’t last long with the way he was talking to you and he was absolutely correct because his words were driving you insane. As the pressure was continued building up in your stomach, you felt the telling twitch in Harry’s dick that let you know he was approaching his end too.

“Gonna give me what I want uh? Gonna cum all over my cock and let me cum in that tight little pussy of yours. You gotta hold it in.. don’t want to leave any drops for our guest to find huh? Gonna be a good girl and hold all my cum in you?”, Harry grunted into your ear as you whimpered against his hands. You were seeing stars and feeling butterflies in the pit of your stomach and you knew it was only a matter of time before you both came undone.” Oh baby”, you whined and your head fell down as the pressure from your stomach finally was released as your orgasm spilled out all over Harry’s dick and thighs. The gushing feeling from your orgasm and your weak whimpers and cries drove Harry overboard, burying his face in your neck and his roughly groaning as he released inside of you. The two of you stayed connected for a bit, thighs stuck together thanks to your shared orgasm with Harry’s arm wrapped around your waist supporting both of your weights up as you composed yourselves. When he finally pulled out of you, you kept every drop he gave you tucked inside your tight walls just as promised. 

“So those Pumpkin Seeds huh”

[cherryblossomtease]

Chapter 16

18 + only

warnings and summary - Masterlist

Authors Notes: So maybe sometimes I get a little wrapped up in the romance and the drama amongst the kink *shrug* I was very much in my feelings while writing the next few parts but I sincerely hope you enjoy the next few posts over the next couple of nights. I’m happily working on the ending!

Warnings: 18+ only as always. Thank you for knowing your own limits. Not everyone can handle this much Bronte… by Bronte I mean m/m/f action lols- no but really— explicit sexual situations, m/m first time sexual exploration and insinuation, dom Zemo, sub reader, sub Bucky

You’re convinced overindulgence was invented on the first yachts. It was probably the romans who came up with it. Caligula comes to mind. Terrible person, evil fuck really. Threw epic parties though and some of the best were on boats. While you’re missing a few hundred people to reach those levels, the next couple of days could inspire a depraved emperor or two.

You eat drink and laugh your way through a hazy cloud of hedonistic delight until you've managed to find yourself between them, beside them or beneath them on every level of the yacht. And if you aren't being fucked into oblivion, then you and Bucky are on your knees obeying Helmut’s many commands.

And yet it’s not all A.D. levels of body fluid swapping. You and Bucky convince Zemo to give your favorite baking competition show a chance and end up binging all of season three from the start, with you cheering when the winner is announced because you called it when they thought it would be the odds-on favorite.

During the lazy days that drag on so much longer than real life would ever allow, you team up with Bucky and nearly defeat Zemo at an endless game of chess which you can see only happens because he allows it; however you both easily beat the Baron at shuffleboard and more than once until he's convinced you’re both cheating.

The games are fun of course, but what you most like is watching Zemo and Bucky find their stride as a couple while learning how to share you, after all they've only ever had you apart. It's sweet to see them so attentive and aware of one another, not wanting to make the other feel pushed aside or less than. Yes Zemo is the dominant one in this relationship, thats been established, but respect and care for feelings is not bound by a role.

It's the little things that show this, like how Zemo will watch the way Bucky traces his finger down your neck thinking you don't see him looking and adjust his own subtle displays of affection. It happened in the lounge after you all went swimming just this past afternoon. You’d settled onto the low couch together, reading and scrolling. He used to touch you just like that—playing with your hair, stroking the back of your neck— now he watches, and it makes him smile to see Bucky so gentle with you. Without a word and little effort he lifts your legs up and over his own putting his feet up on the coffee table before getting lost in his book again so that you are cradled between them. This way, Bucky is free to touch you as much as he wants and Helmut can wrap his arm around the tops of your thighs and lay his warm hand on your knee. Sometimes, when he reads something especially interesting, he grips just a little tighter...

Helmut Zemo.

Your ever observant Baron. Always attentive to every need, so ready to serve for a man so quick with a command. Be it a drink, or a late night snack; Helmut is never above offering every comfort. He is a gentle and adoring force of such intense love that you both feel swallowed by the world he’s built around you.

On a calm and peaceful night —you can’t say which one, because you’ve intentionally lost count— the sky is full of stars and a low hanging white moon, so the three of you go out onto the bedroom balcony and curl up together on the oversized white sofa. You’ve brought a glass of wine and a blanket and take a big gulp of the jammy red before laying your head in Zemo’s lap while Bucky rests in the crook of his arm making himself small enough to fit and Helmut opens one of the many books from the den.

One of the things you’ve found out during your travels is that in preparation for his escape, Oeznik had been busy readying two crates full of the things the Baron would need; some things which were private and other small luxuries a man like Zemo can not live without, like these books. You’ve begged him to start Wuthering Heights. He doesn’t mind, Helmut is a tragic romantic at heart, it’s Bucky who seems a little doubtful at first but by the time Cathy’s ghost is begging to be let in through Heathcliff’s window, Bucky is silent and listening, completely lost in the story, or as your suspect, this beautiful telling of it. You’re just glad he’s able to experience the delight that is Helmut's voice all soft and calm as he brings the story to life. Everyone should be so lucky…

When he’s gone through the first couple of chapters and you’re starting to fall asleep, he closes the book, kisses your head and rubs Bucky’s thigh suggesting that it’s time to go in.

The bed is a welcome change and while you’re all too tired for a wild session like what happened on the upper deck this morning (your knees still ache and you’re pretty sure Bucky would have marks from Helmut’s belt across his back if it weren’t for his healing abilities) you can sense something special starting.

It’s easy to forget on nights like this that anyone is submissive or dominant in your relationship. There is no edge to the way you touch one another, just love. Limbs intertwine, hands touch and rub and hold; only Bucky’s cool vibranium gives away his identity, otherwise there is a playful mystery in the dark that you all choose to let remain until you kiss a mouth and smile figuring out that it's Bucky because his lips are full and pillowy soft while the fingers that calmly stroke your wet center are Helmut’s because they move in his confident, graceful way. And you find yourself thinking of something you really haven’t before.

Experience. It’s something the three of you have so much of and in so many different ways that you nearly forget one of you is technically a virgin.

Hard to imagine the man kissing you, the man who has been inside of you so many times is new to this, well a form of this. The thought makes your heart flutter with excitement as you feel the deft fingers leave you and Helmut gets up from the bed.

He doesn’t go far and you wonder what it is he’s gotten.

When you feel the weight of him dip the mattress and much closer this time, you open your eyes curious but realize it’s a little too dark and Bucky’s face is too close to see. You pull back wanting to catch a glimpse of what you think is happening as the faint scent of bergamot tells you all you need to know.

Bucky raises up, not far, but enough that the moonlight shines on half his face letting you see how his brows knit close together. His gasp is light. He does not exhale. You can’t see past him but you know that Helmut has been slowly nudging him closer towards his first time and you have been watching this man be readied for a moment that just a few days ago he never would have imagined— or maybe he has? Honestly based on the way he grinds his ass against Zemo when the three of you are lost in all sorts of lovely situations, you’d say he’s imagined it a lot more than he’s letting on.

He exhales and they moan together as you pull him down into a deep kiss.

Is that one finger or two?

“Would you like to come inside of her?” Helmut asks softly as Bucky breathes through the feel.

He hovers over you, eyes shut tight, licking his lips before moaning softly again “Yes.” He manages to say, and you’re so wet you think Zemo could have saved the oil.

Permission must come through some physical contact because you hear nothing, just feel him at your entrance and then inside of you. You can’t help but to moan and arch your back, your stomach pressing against his, your nipples brushing against his warm chest groaning as you give into the familiar size of him, opening your mouth with a deep sigh as your heart races knowing he is taking you while being had.

Between breaths you catch a glimpse of Helmut beside him —right hand flat on the small of Bucky’s back the muscle of his left forearm flexing rhythmically— his face is stern with concentration but his eyes are soft. He does love to make you both feel good. For all his bluster and demanding, nothing ever makes him so happy as pleasing you and Bucky.

The fact that you start to come so quickly is no surprise but the fact that you start to come together makes you look at one another. You smiling through the quick breaths, Bucky’s furrowed brow a sign of his shock but absolute pleasure. It’s too much for him in the best way as he rocks his hips, slowly thrusting deep into your body that clings to him.

You shut your eyes, your gasp mixed with a laugh and a cry as you come.

Bucky lays over you, his face tucked into the safe corner of your neck, so soft and warm where he moans heavily, climaxing in a way he’s never experienced before. You put your arms around him holding him tight and the sound he makes is the sound of a man who has just discovered quite a few things about himself.

He raises up, breathing hard, stunned and happy as he kisses you.

That was incredible for you both and together you quickly look over Bucky’s shoulder at Zemo who sits gazing at your faces in the dark…

[yoontopia]

sobremesa | kth

pairing: kim taehyung x (f) reader

genre: childhood friends to lovers(?). tiny amounts of smut in the form of grinding, heavy makeout sessions in a car, mostly fluff, microscopic amounts of angst HAPPY BIRTHDAY TAE!!!!

rating: M

word count: 9.1k

sobremesa: a spanish word for that time spent after a meal, hanging out with family or friends, enjoying each others’ company

summary: you’ve known Kim Taehyung practically all your life – your parents are best friends and that inevitably leads to the two of you being forced to hang out at family gatherings – being the same age and all. But you don’t really know Kim Taehyung beyond cramped bedrooms, family potlucks, and annual New Year’s Eve parties. He’s never been a part of your picture and you’ve never been a part of his. You know Kim Taehyung in snapshots, periodic glimpses into his life over shared meals that will never overlap with yours outside these little moments. Or so you think.

                                                         -2006-

“This is my boy – Taehyung – he’s twelve too!” Mr. Kim announces, with a wide smile on his face. You stare curiously at the little boy hiding behind his father. He’s got a tuft of dark hair and he looks over at you curiously, like you’re a specimen at a museum. Your dad pats you on your back and one look at his face tells you that you’re meant to entertain this Taehyung kid.

“Oh, um,” you say, stepping forward. “We can just hang out in my room, I guess.”

“We’ll call you when dinner’s ready,” your mom tells you, smiling encouragingly. You nod and beckon Kim Taehyung upstairs. He follows you wordlessly and you usher him into your bedroom. He looks around, that same curious expression on his face before making himself comfortable on the beanbag chair you keep in your room.

“So, do you wanna like—watch a movie or something?” You don’t have a lot of experience with boys. Taehyung is small for his age though, and you can look at him in the eye if he stands up. He’s a lot smaller than the boys you’re used to at school, and so you find yourself more comfortable with him. He shrugs in response and you heave out your beloved laptop your dad had so kindly let you use for the night. Taehyung’s eyes flicker towards your bookshelf and his expression visibly brightens.

“You like Cardcaptor Sakura?” he asks, and you hear his voice for the first time. You look at him in surprise. No boy at your school likes Cardcaptor Sakura, but you love the series and your parents bought you a couple of volumes for your birthday.

“Yeah! It’s really cute. Uhm… do you wanna watch that instead? I have the DVD set.” Taehyung nods, looking far more enthusiastic than before and the two of you binge the entire first season, sitting shoulder to shoulder on your double bed.

                                                         -2007-

You don’t know anyone here. It’s somebody’s birthday, but they’re an adult and you don’t really care. These kids are unfamiliar and rowdy and honestly all you want to do is go home and read Harry Potter until you fall asleep. You’d hang out with your parents, but they’d ushered you to go play with the other kids. Looking through the various bedrooms in this ridiculously large house you hear voices coming from behind a shut door.

Knocking before opening it slowly, you peek in only to find Kim Taehyung with his arm around some kid’s neck. They’re on the floor, wrestling. Boys, you sigh mentally. Taehyung looks up, hair in his eyes, a sheen of sweat covering him.

“My phone—get my phone!” He’s yelling your name and you’re surprised he even remembers you. You’d only hung out a handful of times after your first, fateful meeting after all. You glance down and pick up the small black device the other boy is trying to reach for. Taehyung lets the other kid go and he’s gasping for air as you hand the phone back to its rightful owner.

“I’m Jungkook,” the boy introduces, voice high. “Junghyun’s younger brother,” You have no idea who Junghyun is, but you nod and introduce yourself anyway. “Are you Tae’s age?” Your eyes travel to Taehyung, who’s scrolling on his phone now.

“Yeah,” he answers for you, and you’re surprised to hear how his voice has deepened. “She’s my age. Close the door, will you? We’re watching Claymore and Kook’s mom will have a stroke if she finds out—he’s only ten.” You shut the door behind you cautiously. At least he hadn’t demanded you leave.

Feeling weirdly accepted and elated, you sit down to join the boys.

                                                       -2008-

Jungkook becomes a part of your small family-friends group. None of you even go to the same schools, but you see each other occasionally when your parents want to spend time with their friends. You like Jungkook, even though he’s younger. He’s friendly and bubbly and likes manga as much as you do. You’re still scared of his older brother though, but Junghyun is old (three whole years older than you!) and he’s allowed to stay home alone when his parents leave so he never comes anyway. Rumor has it that he even has a girlfriend.

You’re making it through life like any middle-schooler would. You have two close friends at school that you do everything with and it’s the year your dad presents you with your first phone. It’s got a full keyboard and you can text Jiyeon and Solhee whenever you want. You spend hours into the night talking about Jung Hoseok, who’s a ninth grader, and how cool he is. You have the tiniest crush on Hoseok – he’s the dance team captain, and he always smiles at you in the hallways even though he doesn’t know you. Hoseok smiles at everyone, it’s just how amazing he is. You’re too shy to talk to him though, envying the girls he speaks to on the daily. You think you and Hoseok would be good friends if you were braver.

                                                        -2009-

“You’re going to a French immersion high school? Seriously?” You don’t know if you’re more impressed or exasperated. Maybe both. Taehyung nods and accepts the cup of tea you offer him. You can hear your parents heartily belting out to some 80’s pop song in the basement – it seems the karaoke session is going well.

“Figured its never too late to learn,” he shrugs, taking a sip of the drink and wincing because its piping hot. His voice has deepened now that the two of you are fourteen, sounding like it’s dipped in honey. “Plus, all my friends are going there, and I don’t wanna be that guy who knows no one at his high school on the first day.” You try to laugh along, but it comes out all awkward—you don’t want to admit that that’s going to be you at your new school. Taehyung eyes you suspiciously.

“But of course,” he continues, in that same airy tone. “I think it’d be cool to start over somewhere where no one knows you. A clean slate.” You smile privately at his tact.

“It’s nerve-wracking though. What if I don’t make friends?” you sound small as you voice out the one fear you’ve been too scared to admit. Taehyung hums and sips his tea again.

“You will,” he says easily. “But if you don’t you always have me and Jungkook. We’re practically forced to hang out with you.”

You throw your wet teabag at him. He laughs, the sound rich and deep and you find your mind cleared of your anxiety.

                                                      -2010-

“Ay here comes the Frenchie,” Jungkook wolf-whistles and you turn around to see Taehyung making his way toward you. “Are you fluent yet?”

“No, but I can tell you to fuck off in more than one language now,” Taehyung grins, giving you a one-armed hug in greeting. He smells like vanilla and clean laundry – a refreshing contrast from the boys at school that drown in Old Spice. You want to bury your nose in his sweatshirt.

“Wow, school fees well spent,” Jungkook nods sagely. “I can’t believe I’m the only middle-schooler left.” Taehyung is taking his seat in the chair next to you, your hand still grasped in his, much larger and warmer one. Taehyung has always been physical – not just with you, but with everyone. You’re all at a restaurant this time, celebrating the fact that Junghyun not only got into his dream university, but managed to survive without flunking his first semester. You don’t know why you had to squeeze into a dress for this occasion, but alright. You barely even know Junghyun – he doesn’t fraternize with his kid brother’s best friends. “Oy, here’s Jimin.” The two of you look up to see another boy making his way towards you. “My mom’s best friend’s kid,” Jungkook whispers to you two, rather like he’s divulging the nation’s greatest secrets.

Jimin sits down next to Jungkook and you mutter polite hellos at each other. As it turns out, he’s the same age as you and Taehyung.

“So, this is the kid’s end of the table, huh?” Taehyung murmurs in your ear and you laugh.

“Don’t complain – would you rather sit next to my dad and have him clap you on the back hard every minute?” Taehyung winces at that, clearly having multiple war flashbacks. Jimin stares at you two.

“So how do you all know each other?” has asks. Taehyung blinks.

“Oh me? I’ve known her—since when—? We were like twelve,” you nod. Has it really been that long? You’re sixteen now. “And I met Jungkook not long after, I think.”

“The three musketeers,” Jungkook cheers, raising his glass as if its not full of just orange juice. Jimin nods. Taehyung rolls his eyes

As the dinner progresses, you find out you like Jimin too. He’s friendly and before you know it, you have each other on Facebook. Jungkook proclaims that all of you need a way to keep in touch and that’s how you find yourself in a group chat with three noisy boys.

                                                         -2011-

“Uno motherfucker!” Jungkook dramatically throws down his second-last card onto the pile. You groan. How is this boy so ridiculously good at literally every game?

“Not so fast, Jeon,” Taehyung is next to you, wearing pajama bottoms with ducklings on them. Throwing down his only wild card, he’s changing the color of cards up. You laugh delightedly because thank-you-Tae-you-lifesaver. He gives you a hearty fist bump. Jimin is on your other side, and as always, the man is more action than words because he quietly puts down a +4 that has Jungkook screaming into his pillow.

You’re all cooped up in your bedroom. Taehyung’s parents have already told him he could stay over, and he’s promptly changed into his sleeping clothes. It isn’t a rare occurrence for him to crash in your guest bedroom every time your parents hang out late into the night. Jimin and Jungkook are still in their jeans getting more and more uncomfortable by the hour. It’s past midnight and the parents downstairs have no intention of ending the party any time soon.

“You should’ve just stayed over too,” Taehyung says, watching Jungkook trying to change his sitting position for the third time in the last twenty minutes.

“I live literally down the block,” Jungkook snaps. It’s true – Jungkook’s family had moved onto your street only last year. “I’ll sleep in my own bed thanks.”

“Besides, is Jooyoung okay with you staying over at another girl’s house?” Jimin mutters, picking up a card and frowning. “Won’t she have a fit?”

“Who?” you and Jungkook ask at the same time.

“His girlfriend,” Jimin giggles next to you, and Jungkook is practically yodeling. Taehyung’s ears go slightly red. You look at him in surprise.

“I didn’t know you had a girlfriend,” you tell him and his ears, if possible, go even redder.

“He’s been with her for a whole month,” Jimin proclaims proudly and you’re looking at Taehyung again because wow—that seems serious.

You have no expertise in dating. There’s a cute boy in your English class called Choi Seungcheol that you like to look at. He’s got a nice smile and really long eyelashes over eyes that look like they hold galaxies in them. One time, he lent you his dictionary and you almost melted into a puddle of goo. But Seungcheol runs with the popular kids, even though he’s always been sweet to you, and you’re still somewhat of a recluse. All of a sudden, Taehyung seems really grown up and faraway.

“She already knows,” Taehyung says testily, and gestures wildly at you, “Plus it’s not like the two of us are even remotely close enough for her to care too much.”

You find you’ve suddenly lost all interest in the card game.

                                                      -2012-

“Can’t believe you’re leaving us,” Jungkook pouts as he stares at you and Taehyung. “Can’t believe I only have Jimin from now on.”

“Don’t be dramatic,” Jimin quips. It’s your graduation party – the third graduation party you’ve attended in the last two weeks – Taehyung had his first, then Jimin, and now you. You’ve chosen a university that’s three hours away. Jimin chose to attend college in town.

Taehyung, surprising you all, is moving a whopping six hours away, across the country. The art program he’s chosen is super elite and you’d all had a potluck at his house with your families when he’d gotten accepted. You sip on your wine, still getting used to the taste of alcohol. You turned eighteen only last month, but Jimin and Taehyung are still minors, and are both sporting matching cups of sparkling apple juice.

“We’ll be back for the holidays,” you tell Jungkook. “I can even drive back on some weekends!”

“Yeah, but when our families hang out, I’ll be the only one there,” Jungkook continues, looking genuinely upset. “Gonna just stay home from now on.”

“What about me?” Jimin asks indignantly. “I’m still here!”

“You have, like, a billion friends,” Jungkook huffs. “And a girlfriend.”

“Good point.” Jimin agrees. You and Taehyung laugh.

“Well, we still have all summer,” you say. “The four of us should find some time to hang out before I move at the end of August.” Jimin nods at that, reaching forward to eat the chips off the plate in front of him.

The four of you look at each other. Your lives really don’t overlap outside the confines of your bedroom and while Jungkook is upset, you know he’s got his own horde of friends back at school. He’s on the football team, and in the multimedia club. Your best friend’s little sister goes to his school and you’ve heard through her that he’s basically the school’s heartthrob. A little hard for you to believe though – Jungkook will always be that small child who Taehyung tackled to the ground for trying to steal his phone back when you were twelve.

You look around your room. You only have around ninety days left in these four walls, in this particular life, before all of you move into the next chapter.

                                                         -2013-

You’re shut up in a bathroom stall at your dorm, tears threatening to spill. Your first year as an engineering undergraduate is almost over, but your mother’s voice over the phone has opened all the flood gates you’d been so carefully keeping close these past few months.

“I can’t do this anymore,” you’re bumbling, and your mother can hardly make sense of you. You know that it’s probably coming as a huge surprise to them. You’ve spent so long pretending you’ve been fine all year that your family hasn’t had a clue how rough things really had been for you. “I want to drop out, mom, my grades are so bad, I’m so close to flunking out.”

Your mother is comforting you over the phone, but you continue to sob, months and months of tears and anxiety finally getting their chance to flow freely. You don’t care if your dormmates hear you – they were never really your friends anyway.

Weeks later, when your parents have picked you up, and have driven you back home, you know you’ll never go back to that place. You lie in your bed staring up at the ceiling, feeling void of any emotion. You’d always done fairly well in school so the significant drop in your grades at university had taken a toll on your mental health. The sun shines outside, the first signs of summer peeking through, but you can’t bring yourself to push open your curtains. You feel like a failure. You are a failure.

At some point during the day, Taehyung comes into your room, knocking quietly. He doesn’t speak, and you haven’t seen him for a whole year. Contact was few and far between and seeing Jimin and Tae do so well in their respective programs had made you put up a front with them too. He probably had no idea that anything was ever wrong.

Even if he had, you tell yourself, there was nothing he would really do. You find you barely know Taehyung, are only obligated to spend time with him because your parents are friends with his folks. But he’s here, in your room now, and you can’t hear Mr. Kim’s booming voice downstairs. You selfishly wonder if he came to see you by himself. Only for you, and not because of his parents.

He quietly lies down next to you, and the two of you lie there, shoulder to shoulder, staring up at the ceiling.

He stays like that until you finally fall asleep.

                                                          -2014-

You scream when you open the mail and Jimin jumps next to you, spilling milk all over the kitchen island.

“I got in!” you scream and Jimin blinks owlishly up at you. “Chim, I got in!”

“Oh my god that’s amazing!” Now Jimin is screaming, grabbing you out of joy and pulling you in. The two of you are jumping up and down in your kitchen and your parents are here wondering what the ruckus is. You’re merely shoving the letter towards them, too overjoyed to speak.

After taking the summer off, and pulling out of your old university, you’d applied to the college in your town – the same one Jimin attends. You figured you were better off in a program that genuinely excites you and come September, you and Jimin would be attending the same school.

“We gotta party,” your dad exclaims, a big grin on his face. You know your parents had partially blamed themselves for everything that had happened last year. For maybe forcing you towards a program you weren’t really interested in, only because the employment opportunities were higher, and you had the grades to get in. You’re pleased to see them so proud and happy for you. You’re in a better place now, have gotten the support you needed to help you get through that rough patch. Last year feels like a fever dream, like it belongs to someone else, someone that’s not you.

Your dad is calling the usual crowd up to celebrate, and you can’t wait to see Jungkook and Junghyun. It’s been months since you saw them last and you know Jungkook is a senior and is swamped with college admissions and his football games.

Taehyung doesn’t come home this year – working at an internship somewhere on the other end of the country that’s been keeping him busy. You don’t hear from him much at all.

                                                        -2015-

You gratefully accept the glass of wine from Jimin and glance over at the giant Christmas tree in his living room. The Parks have decorated it up to the nines, a real step-up from last year.

“Your ugly sweater is so not ugly,” Jimin groans from next to you, and you look down.  It’s a simple grey sweater with a giant ornament on it, the baubles are three-dimensional.

“It was the only one I had,” you sigh, leaning back into his couch. “Where is everyone?”

“Jungkook is spending Christmas at his girlfriend’s,” Jimin tells you and you roll your eyes. “But he says he’ll see us for New Years. Tae’s family just arrived actually – he’s in the kitchen saying hello to everyone.”

“Bet all the moms flocked to him,” you mutter. Taehyung is the group’s golden boy – the success story. He’d secured himself a fancy internship and was pretty much guaranteed a job straight out of university when he graduated in a couple years. Jimin nods sleepily next to you. You cozy up next to him, resting your head on his shoulder.

Taehyung arrives in the living room then, his eyes travelling from the giant Christmas tree to the two of you folded onto the couch. You wonder if you’ve had too much wine already because you’re definitely imagining the strange look that crosses his face when he sees Jimin lean into you. It’s been a while since you’ve seen him in person – Instagram pictures really don’t do him justice. For some reason, Jimin quickly pulls away from your embrace.

He’s grown taller, and his hair is dyed a soft honey blonde falling into his eyes, a piece tucked behind one ear. He’s wearing a sweater that’s literally the same color as the Grinch but he manages to effortlessly pull it off. Taehyung has always been pretty, you tell yourself, but somehow, he’s managed to get even prettier. He’s half-tucked his ugly sweater into black slacks and looks more like a runway model than someone you’ve known since you were twelve.

He fist-bumps Jimin before collapsing into the couch on your other side.

“What’s the plan tonight Park?” he asks, taking a sip of his wine.

“I brought my poker kit,” Jimin says over your head. “Thought we could play.”

“Poker,” you sigh amusedly. “When only yesterday Jungkook was beating our asses at Uno.” Jimin laughs with his whole body and you giggle sleepily next to him.

“And, how are you?” It takes you a while to notice that Taehyung is talking to you. You straighten up, letting go of Jimin

“M’fine,” you murmur. Taehyung hums. There’s a strange sort of silence that befalls you. You and Taehyung never had a chatty relationship, but it was never like this either. Taehyung feels more and more like a stranger these days. You know facts about his childhood that you’re sure no one else does – the time he broke his arm falling off a bike you had dared him to get on, or the time he’d accidentally eaten a cookie with hazelnuts in it despite being allergic to them – but you don’t know this Taehyung. You don’t know the first thing about him. And it makes you sad.

The two of you make small talk – the weather, Taehyung’s internship, your finals – but it just doesn’t feel the same.

                                                          -2016-

It’s really been a whole year since you’ve seen any of these people – except Jimin, you see his ass on campus every damn day. The music is in full swing and your parents are laughing at something Taehyung’s mom is saying.

You’re sitting in a chair next to Jungkook, fresh off his first semester of university. His hair is longer, he’s inked up his right arm and smells like expensive cologne. Despite that, he’s still the lovable goofball you’ve known practically all your life. He lets you tease him about his ink, good-naturedly pulling at your cheek. He towers over you now, has for a few years.

Taehyung sits directly across from you. His hair is back to black, curling and long. He’s wearing thick black-framed glasses today, complaining about leaving his contacts back at university. Jimin isn’t here, having made plans with his dancer friends. It feels like every year, the only constant at these end-of-the-year parties, is you. The only one who makes a conscious effort to attend, who doesn’t treat these family gatherings like back-up plans.

“Jieun said she wants to meet you,” Jungkook is saying. He’s been dating this girl for six months now. “She’s gone home for the holidays, obviously, but maybe in the New Year. When do you go back Tae?”

“The twelfth,” Taehyung answers, mouth full of mashed potato.

“That’s later than usual,” you say in surprise. Taehyung shrugs.

“Didn’t come home for the summer, so figured I’d stay for winter break longer,” he answers, and you nod. You’re still on the “kids” end of the table, despite all of you now being full-grown adults. Some things really never change.

“Y’know we really should hang out,” Jungkook is saying. “I haven’t seen Jimin in two years – isn’t that crazy? Hey, remember when our parents would hang out and drag us with them. At least that meant we saw each other constantly. Now that we have our own lives, I don’t even go when our families hang out.”

You ruffle Jungkook’s hair and he gives you an adoring smile.

“I miss you guys,” he pouts, and something warm floods through you.

“I miss you guys too,” you answer, a little melancholy, a little sad, and Jungkook gives you a dopey grin, completely clueless. But Taehyung doesn’t return your smile, only surveying you quietly through his glasses.

                                                         -2017-

Jimin, Jungkook and Taehyung said they weren’t going to attend this year’s annual New Year’s bash. You can’t say you aren’t crestfallen at the news. It’s clear they all have lives outside their family. Taehyung and Jimin have graduated already. Taehyung doesn’t have enough time off to come home, and Jimin has plans with some guy he’s been seeing lately. Jungkook is going home with Jieun this year to meet her family.

You make plans with your friends from college, and the four of you end up at a bar. It’s fun – you sing karaoke and drink copious amounts of alcohol. You even makeout with strangers.

But somewhere deep down, you know you rather be sitting at the kids end of the table, stuffing your face with food.

                                                          -2018-

Taehyung hasn’t taken his eyes off you since you walked into his house. You’re wearing a dress and some heels because Jimin insisted that the four of you dress up for the occasion, considering you hadn’t been able to get together last year. It’s been a while since the gang was back in town at the same time, and you’d just graduated and secured a decent job right away. Jimin claimed it was a cause to celebrate.

The four of you are at the usual family party this winter, because where else would you be?

Taehyung is very obviously drunk. He isn’t rowdy like Jimin or Jungkook, but you can tell. He sways faintly to the music and his eyes are dark.

At the end of the night Jimin goes home to his boyfriend, and Jungkook to his girlfriend, leaving you and Taehyung to clean up the messes they leave behind. Your parents have long gone home, no longer caring if you stay a little longer, or stay over. Taehyung’s family is practically your family.

You eye him subtly as you’re putting away the board games – his hands are in the pockets of his burgundy trousers. A cream dress shirt is tucked into his pants. As always, he looks good. Taehyung suddenly turns to look at you and you feel your face go warm at his stare.

Before you know it, he’s reaching over to kiss you, large hand cupping your face, head tilting so he can slot himself better against your lips. Your hand grasps at the front of his shirt as you pull him closer and you don’t hesitate to intertwine your free hands.

He wordlessly pulls you towards his bedroom in the basement, careful not to wake his parents. He pushes you down on his bed before climbing on top of you to continue where you’d left off in the living room.

That night, you fall asleep in his arms, naked and satisfied.

                                                          -2019-

Kim Seokjin whispers in a terrible joke in your ear, making you giggle. He’s your date for the night – but the two of you aren’t actually dating. Seokjin was a friend from college, albeit your senior, but you’d asked him to accompany you to this year’s New Year’s party and by some miracle he’d said yes.

You know Jin doesn’t think about you in that way – you’re at most like a baby sister to him – but he plays his part and holds your hand and sits next to you and brings you refills whenever he sees your drink is running low. A part of you thinks he knows what the deal is, if the soft way he looks at you is any indication. You owe Jin a big one.

You didn’t want to be the only one in the group without a date. Jimin has brought Min Yoongi, his boyfriend of two years and Jieun is here with Jungkook.

And then there’s the pretty girl on Taehyung’s arm.

You bite your lip. After spending that one night together last year, you and Taehyung had woken up with smiles on your faces. It had been a happy moment, until you’d had to sneak out of his house without his parents noticing. He’d laughed, kissed you on the lips and you’d left. When you’d seen him next, you’d been with Jimin, Jungkook, and all your families. The two of you had shared secret smiles but hadn’t got a moment to yourselves and before you knew it, Taehyung had had to head back across the country – back to his life without you in it.

You hadn’t even gotten a chance to discuss whatever had happened between you, and you didn’t think it would be appropriate to discuss over the phone. You’d carried on talking to him like normal, assuming that you’d discuss this whenever he came back home next, and he never brought it up either. You hadn’t realized then that Taehyung only ever came home once a year – for Christmas.

Your heart sinks now, watching as he leans in quietly to talk to her over the loud bass of whatever rap beat Yoongi has chosen. You hadn’t told anyone, not even your college friends, about what had happened. You feel used – that whatever the two of you had, was maybe just a drunken one-night stand. But it hadn’t felt like that to you. It had felt… right. Like the conclusion to something that had been building up for many years now. But looking back, maybe it’s just you that thinks that.

Taehyung has never shown any interest in you in that manner, and you’ve known him for years. He’s dated in that time – even had relationships (Jooyoung from high school comes to mind, and you rack your brain trying to think of other serious girlfriends, but you only come up with girls he’s mentioned once or twice and then never again). Jimin already lives with Yoongi and Jungkook and Jieun are discussing moving in together. In your little group, only you and Taehyung have no strings when it comes to relationships.

You’ve dated too – of course – but never seriously. Your longest relationship lasted three months.

“Is he the one?” Seokjin leans over to ask you in a low voice. You turn to look at him nestled comfortably on the couch next to you, long limbs spread out. “The one you like?”

“Like...huh?” you take a large gulp of your wine. “I’ve never thought about him that way.”

“Then pray tell me why your face has longing written all over it?” Seokjin is astute.

“Thanks for coming today,” you say instead. Jin smiles lazily, long lashes casting shadows on his elegant cheekbones.

“I’ll even peck you on the lips at midnight if you want me to,” he says cheekily, and you slap his face away laughing.

“Aren’t you two adorable!” Jimin collapses on the couch next to Jin and offers him a friendly fist bump. Jimin knows Jin isn’t your boyfriend but is smart enough to not say anything.

“Are we?” Jin grins, throwing his arm around your neck to pull you towards him, your cheeks smushing together. “You hear that babe?”

“Oof,” you groan against him and he lets go of you to stand up. Motioning towards the bathroom, he flashes one of his infamous grins before making his way through the living room. Jimin slides over towards you, neatly taking your drink from your hand before taking a sip.

“Where’s Yoongi?”

“His parents called, he’s talking to them out on the deck,” Jimin looks at you. You look at him and raise your eyebrows. “You okay?”

“What makes you think I’m not?”

“I dunno, you always get this look on your face when you’re not,” he hums, sipping your wine again. “How long do you think I’ve known you?” You roll your eyes. You’re eyeing Taehyung again. He came to the party late and hadn’t as much as introduced his lady friend to you. He hadn’t even looked at you. Was this how your friendship with Taehyung was going to end?

“Who’s the girl?” you can’t help but ask, jutting your chin in the direction of the pair. A knowing look crosses Jimin’s features.

“Yoona something,” he says. “They work together, I think. Her flight home got cancelled so Tae brought her back here.” Jimin looks at you again. “They’re not dating – if that’s what you’re wondering.”

“Fucking, then.”

“Well, probably,” Jimin laughs. “It’s Taehyung,” Of course. It’s Taehyung. You huff sarcastically. “Why do you care?”

“I don’t.”

“You do,” You groan. What is with your friends today. “When will you admit it to yourself?”

“Admit what?”

Jimin gives out a short laugh and stands up.

“You’re both so painfully alike, I’m going to get frustrated,” he mutters, half under his breath. You tilt your head curiously at his wording, but he doesn’t elaborate. “One is horrible with making a move and the other too dense to realize what’s staring at them in their face.” You watch Jimin head off, muttering to himself and shake your head.

When Jin returns with another bad joke about the toilet and pinches your cheek adoringly, taking up his spot next to you on the couch, you’re far too busy laughing to notice the way Taehyung’s eyes flash across the room.

                                                    -The Present-

“Tae’s coming home this year, isn’t he?” you mother casually asks. You’re in the middle of putting the cakes in the oven and you pause.

“Is he? I haven’t asked,” you answer, schooling your voice carefully.

“His mother mentioned that he doesn’t seem too happy lately,” you mom continues on from the other end of the kitchen. “They want him to move back here, or somewhere closer to here.”

“Good luck with that,” you snort. There’s three feet of snow that arrived last night and you’re not looking forward to shoveling it all by yourself. You haven’t seen Taehyung properly since the two of you had… fooled around some two years ago. Whatever idea you’d entertained about the two of you after that, it had all just been clearly in your head. Taehyung was barely home long enough for you to hang out as a group and if the rumors amongst the parents were anything to go by, you weren’t surprised he wanted to avoid the gossiping small town feel of this place.

Frankly, you’re dreading seeing Taehyung this year. This year’s party is definitely more exclusive than last year’s. It’ll just be the four of you this year. Like the old days. And Jieun and Yoongi, but you’ve known those two for years now.

“He’s such a good-looking boy,” Oh god, your mother is still talking. “I’m surprised he hasn’t thought about settling down yet. Of course, how can he think about settling down without a stable career first – freelance photography was it?”

“Mom, it’s none of our business,” you mutter.

“Oh, I know,” she says quickly. “But I’d always thought he’d go places, you know? He did so well at one of the country’s best universities, got that amazing job right after. And now what? He quit it after all this time and that Jimin who only did community college is earning twice the amount Tae is!”

“Mom!” you snap. “Let. It. Go.” Your mother stares at you in disbelief, closing her mouth quickly, and thankfully shutting up. “I’m gonna go shovel the driveway,” you mutter, taking your apron off, and shoving it onto its usual hook by the pantry.

You’re just opening up the garage and grabbing the big purple shovel when you see Jungkook floundering through the snow towards your house.

“When did you get home?” You ask, forgetting about your mother for a second.

“Two days ago—look,” Jungkook’s face is serious. “We need to throw Taehyung a totally bitchin’ birthday party.”

“What?! Why?” You begin shoveling while Jungkook stands there. You’ve never thrown Taehyung a party before – usually that goes hand in hand with the annual New Year’s Eve bash and the two are celebrated together, even though Tae’s birthday is the day before.

“Because he’s been weird ever since he came home – he never says anything, but I know, alright?”

“What? He’s back?” You stop shoveling and stare at the younger man.

“He didn’t tell you?” Jungkook asks, after hesitating. You bite your lip. You’ve always been the first to know whenever Taehyung decides to visit. “Is everything okay?” You sigh.

“Yes… I don’t know… probably not,” you groan. Jungkook blinks down at you, utterly clueless. “We…fooled around, alright?”

“When?!” Jungkook’s voice has gone up three octaves. “Oh, holy fuck.”

“Two years ago,” you hiss, motioning him to pipe down. “After that party at his house. We never spoke about it and I just assumed he wanted an easy fuck.”

“You’re an idiot,” Jungkook says and you wonder at his wording. “A blind idiot.”

“What?” you’re so confused. Jimin had mumbled something similar last year. Jungkook shakes his head, bits of snow falling off his beanie.

“Aside from that, I think the dude is just going through an overall rough time,” he says. “And no, it’s not because you two fucked. You in?”

“What—yeah fine,” you give in.

“Cool – then my house on the 30th. Bring your own booze. Wear something cute but comfortable.”

“Who else is coming?” You yell after him, watching Jungkook shuffling back down the street. He turns to look at you questioningly.

“It’s just us,” he says, surprise evident in his voice. “Who else?”

“Right.” You say, sighing inwardly.

That night, you run straight into Taehyung outside Jungkook’s door.

“Uh,” you say, wincing at yourself for sounding so horribly awkward. Taehyung stands in front of you, readying himself to knock on. You’d hoped to avoid him for a little bit longer but here you were, running into him right as you arrive. You grip your bottle of Merlot tightly. “Hey.”

“Hey,” he says back, raising an eyebrow at you. Taehyung is intimidating – has always been. You vaguely remember a time when he didn’t scare you, when you were both young and Taehyung was this small scrawny kid with big eyes and a mop of hair. “How’ve you been?” He towers over you now, all broad shoulders and long legs. 

“Good,” you clear your throat. “You?” A ghost of a smile flits across his features.

“I’m sure you’ve already heard,” he says, almost bitterly.

“That you quit your fancy job? Yeah, I heard.” Maybe it’s your offhanded tone that throws him off but he’s gawking down at you before chuckling to himself. “What?”

“Nothing,” his face breaks into a bigger smile. “Should’ve known that you of all people wouldn’t give a shit if I quit my job or not,” You’re rushing to correct him that that was not how you intended to come off but he’s grinning, raising a hand to stop you. “No, it’s a good thing. I’m sick of people pitying me for something that was so obviously the correct decision.”

“Pity, huh?” you grin back at that. “Do they give you the sad head-tilt too?” You tilt your head mockingly to the side to demonstrate.

“Oh my god yes,” he snorts. “I’ve been getting those all week.”

“Welcome to the world of failures Kim,” you grin, holding out your hand in an honorary handshake. “We hate it here, but at least the expectations are now at a rock bottom. You can only go up from here.” Taehyung is about to reach for your hand when the door opens.

“Can you two quit flirting out here and come in?” Jungkook is indignant, holding a bottle of beer in each hand. Taehyung gives you a look you can’t quite decipher before heading in. You follow in after him, setting your wine down on Jungkook’s kitchen island. His apartment is small – only one bedroom – but it’s so Jungkook that you smile.

You hug Jieun as she comes out of their shared bedroom before moving on to join Jimin in the kitchen. Jieun is hugging Taehyung, wishing him a Happy Birthday. You watch them as you open your wine and reach for a glass from one of Jungkook’s cabinets.

“Not drinking tonight?” you ask Jimin. He’s dyed his hair blonde and it curls slightly. You think you like this look on him.

“I drove here,” he says easily. “What about you?”

“I’ll figure it out,” you grin. Taehyung comes up to dump the cheesecake you hadn’t noticed he’d been holding earlier on the counter. “Want me to put that in the fridge?” You address him.

“Yes please,”

“Not drinking tonight Tae?” Jimin throws your question at the dark-haired boy, as you shove the cake into Jungkook’s fridge. Taehyung’s eyes quickly glance at you before he speaks up

“I drove here,” he mutters and Jimin snorts.

“It’s your birthday party and you’re gonna stay stone cold sober? That’s sad man. Not to mention you brought your own cake,” he says, chin resting on his hand as he leans on the counter. Taehyung shrugs.

“Where’s Yoongi?” you ask and Jimin motions towards the living room where Jungkook and Yoongi are deeply immersed in what looks like Super Smash Bros Brawl. Judging by the way Yoongi is yelling, you assume he’s already tipsy. Taehyung comes up behind the counter to stand next to you to observe their game. You’re only faintly wary of his presence next to you as you sip on your drink. You don’t even realize Jimin has left the two of you to yourselves to go join Yoongi and Jungkook.

“Why’d you quit?” you ask, still staring at the TV. If Taehyung is surprised at your question, he doesn’t show it. “Your job, I mean.”

“It’s not what I went to school for,” he answers, hands in his pockets. “It became less about the art and more about kissing the asses of big corporations so they would fund us. I took the job because it paid well but at what cost?”

“Yeah, I understand,” you say softly. Taehyung looks at you.

“I know you do,” He says after a while, and your heart blooms at the honest faith in his voice. “My parents are disappointed. They don’t say it out loud, but I know they are. They think I’m going through something when the truth is that I know exactly what I want to do.”

“And that is?” you’re looking at him now and things suddenly fall into place. It’s as though the last few years never happened, that there was never a distance between the two of you. It reminds you of a different time – a time when you and Taehyung would tell each other everything even if you didn’t see him every day.

“Photography,” he answers. “My own studio. Maybe even sell my work – I don’t know. Just me, and art.” You smile.

“That sounds nice,” you say. “You know, Jungkook threw this party thinking you’re going through a quarter-life crisis,” Taehyung snorts at that and you can’t help but giggle along. “I wanted to tell him that he was crazy, but I didn’t have the heart to.” Taehyung is looking at you, questions evident on his face. “Call me crazy, I don’t know, but there has never been a day where you’ve been lost in your life. You’ve always known what you want, and you’ve made sure you get it,” You look down at your wine. The words unlike me are at the tip of your tongue but you don’t voice them. You know what—who you want, but you’re a coward.

You weren’t lying. Taehyung had always been ambitious – a go-getter. If he wanted you, he would’ve made it clear. The realization is heart-breaking.

Taehyung doesn’t reply to your statement, and only hums in response.

The night gets rowdier after that – Jungkook and Yoongi are a deadly combination when drunk and you’ve made it through your bottle of wine by yourself so you’re not doing too badly either.

Jimin and Yoongi leave first – Jimin basically dragging the older boy out. You’re scrolling through the train schedule when you notice Taehyung come up to you.

“I’ll drop you off,” he says. “You’re on the way to my parents house anyway.” You can only nod at that before he’s helping you stand up. The two of you bid a goodbye to Jieun (Jungkook has long since been put to bed and she’s collecting the myriad of beer bottles for recycling), and before you know it, you’re comfortably seated in Taehyung’s car.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been to your place,” he says at last, sounding only slightly guilty. You laugh and tell him your address and watch as he plugs it into the car’s GPS system. You had moved out only last year, finally in a place to be able to afford. The two of you drive in silence, with you watching Taehyung.

He’s wearing a dark button down, tucked into equally dark jeans, hair falling over his forehead. Rings adorn his fingers that are gripping the steering wheel, and you swallow as you eye his thighs in those pants.

The wine was a bad idea.

“Something on my face?” he asks lightly, eyes still on the road. You start in your seat. The wine has lowered your inhibitions considerably.

“No, just admiring how pretty you are,” you say and Taehyung chokes on air. “Did you know you’re pretty? You always have been,”

“Is that so?” There’s a wry smile on Taehyung’s face. You prop your elbow up on his window, chin resting in your hand as you look outside.

“Yeah, since the fucking beginning,” you snort. “Even when you were scrawny and twelve, you were this pretty little thing. Next to you I looked like a drowned rat.”

Taehyung scoffs, running one hand through his hair, pushing it back.

“The day you wake up and realize your self-worth,” he mutters. “You’re far too intelligent and beautiful to belittle yourself like this,” You freeze and turn to look at him. “What? I’m telling you a truth. Stop undermining yourself – you’ve done it all your life.”

“Do you want me to pull up photos from that one trip our families took in 2010? Your puberty kicked in and turned you into a teenage model. My puberty kicked in and I looked like Phineas and Ferb’s long lost sibling.”

“Chat shit all you want, but Jungkook and I spent that trip sneaking glances of you in that bathing suit.”

“You two did what?”

“And I told Jungkook to back off,” Taehyung says it so easily. He pulls up in front of your building and turns off the car. The two of you sit there in silence. “Do you know how hard it is for me to control myself around you?”

You’re dimly aware that Taehyung hasn’t had a single sip of alcohol tonight – that he’s completely himself.

“Then why are you controlling yourself?” you whisper. Taehyung gives you another one of his wry smiles, this one rather sad.

“Because you’ve never seen me the way I’ve seen you,” he says, voice just as hushed. “And for a while, I didn’t mind. It was just a little crush – and I only saw you once or twice in a year so how could it mean anything? I had an entire life outside of you that you weren’t even a part of. So how could any of this be real?” He pauses, and you wait for him to continue.

“But then… That Night happened,” and you know what he’s talking about. “And I thought ‘finally’ and once I’d had a taste, I wanted to keep coming back for more.” He looks up at you now, eyes distant. “And because you never brought it up again, I just thought that it didn’t mean anything—”

“Wait,” you interrupt him, heart racing so fast you can hear it thrum through your ears. “I thought you wanted nothing more.”

“Why would you ever think that?” he whispers. “When I never heard from you, I tried to move on—I had to move on, y’know? And this year I told myself that when I saw you, I’d be content with being your friend. I know I’ve been distant these past few years, but I needed that time to pick myself up—it was too hard to see you and know nothing could come of it.”

“Wait wait wait,” you wave your hands in front of your face, eyes tightly shut. “B-but you never mentioned that night again! I-I just assumed it was a one-night thing!” Taehyung blinks.

“A guy would have to be completely blind to only want you for one night,” he says quietly, and your heart soars. He’s reaching over for you and you shyly intertwine your fingers with his.

“You’re going to have to spell it out for me,” you whisper, tracing patterns on the back of his hand with your thumb. “Because I’m stupid and I won’t believe it until I’ve heard it—”

But Taehyung is reaching over to your seat and pressing his lips to yours. You’ve missed this taste and you reciprocate almost instantly. He tastes like the strawberries that were topped on his birthday cake and you lean into the kiss, sighing in pleasure.

Before you know it, he’s undoing your seatbelt and pulling you over to his side. It’s uncomfortable and you almost ram your head against the rear-view mirror, but eventually you find yourself comfortably straddling his lap, back to the steering wheel. Taehyung’s large hands span the width of your back as he holds you in place.

“I think I like you,” he says. You smile down at him, running a hand along his cheekbone, jaw, finally resting it on his shoulder.

“I think I like you too,” you say back. You lean down to capture his lips in yours one more time and this time he doesn’t hesitate in sliding his tongue into your mouth. You grasp at his shirt on his shoulders, while his hands travel down to rest on your thighs where they travel under the flowy dress you’re wearing, moving over your thighs and finally resting on your ass. You whimper into the kiss and Taehyung doesn’t miss the opportunity to explore more of your mouth.

It’s when you let yourself sit down on his lap completely that you feel it – the hardness in his pants. You gasp before straightening up, but he pushes you back down onto his crotch. You pull away from the kiss, lips swollen.

“T-Tae!” you’re gripping his shirt almost painfully right and he smirks up at you.

“See what you do to me?” he whispers. “We’ve barely done anything except swap spit and I’m already so hard it hurts.” Your ears go warm at his dirty words and you hide your face in the crook of his neck. You squirm on top of him and he groans in pleasure. “Any more of you moving that cute little ass on top of me and I’m going to cream my pants right here and right now.”

His lips latch onto your exposed collarbone where the strap of your dress has slid off and he sucks a bruise there. Your hips are swirling on top of him of their own volition and Taehyung has to throw back his head to let out a deep moan of pleasure. You stare at him in wonder – he looks so beautiful like this, dark hair clinging to his forehead, eyes blown out, lips swollen – and at your complete mercy. You kiss up his neck, biting his earlobe, before pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.

“I’m soaked,” you say, blushing. Your hand reaches down to tease your clit and you whimper before bringing your slick fingers up to show him. “See?”

Like a man starved, Taehyung is wordlessly reaching over to take your fingers into his mouth, and you watch in awe as his tongue swirls around them, licking up your juices instantly. His gaze doesn’t leave you for even a second and you’re so mesmerized. When you kiss him again, you taste yourself on him.

“You’re gonna have to stop here,” he puts a hand on your thigh to halt your ministrations. “I’ll seriously cream my pants.”

“I’m okay with that,” you mutter, leaning in to kiss him again, but he pulls back, a sly smile on his face.

“No, I’d much rather cream your pussy,” his grin is so wolfish that you feel a new wave of juices flow through you.

“Lucky for us we’re at my place though isn’t it,” you smile against his mouth. He laughs, a low, comforting sound before opening the door. You climb off him and out onto the sidewalk and straighten your dress. Taehyung gets off after you, hair mussed (thanks to you), and shirt half unbuttoned (also thanks to you). He reaches for your hand, which you take with a smile. This time, there is no hesitation, no hidden meaning.

                             -Sometime in the (not-so) distant future-

“Will you hurry up?” You hiss at Jungkook, but he’s too busy brushing his hair to pay any attention to you. “We’re so gonna be late!”

“You’re trampling on my mojo,” Jungkook tells you, straightening his tie and staring at himself in the mirror. Taehyung is next to you, tapping his foot in impatience.

“Okay, Jeon, that’s enough, you are not going to be late for your own wedding.” He says, face impassive and Jungkook sighs.

“Fine! Fine! I’ll be right out – you two go take your positions. Tae – you got the rings?” Taehyung rolls his eyes and pats his front coat pocket pointedly. Jungkook grins, face guilty and Taehyung is opening his mouth, probably to tell Jungkook off once and for all.

You laugh, knowing this is your cue to interrupt the fight before it actually happens, and pull Taehyung away from his best friend and push him out of Jungkook’s dressing room.

“Let’s go – if he’s late that’s on him but I don’t want us to be late either and you’re in the wedding you need to be up there.” You push Taehyung towards the main church towards the altar.

“God,” Taehyung is grumbling. “Promise me, our day won’t be so anxiety inducing.”

“How can it be when you’re such a micromanager,” you smile. “I expect our day to run like a German train schedule.” Taehyung rolls his eyes and glances at a dainty ring on your left hand. He does that often, as if to reassure himself that this is the reality, that you’re here and present and beside him. It makes you unbearably fond. Because even now, years later, Kim Taehyung still can’t believe he has you.

“Honestly, we could do it at city hall and I wouldn’t mind,” Taehyung hums. “Without all these clowns present.”

“Fine,” you play along. “Wanna go this weekend?” You’re not expecting the raised eyebrow he gives you, or the coy answer that follows – but it does make your heart race in a way only Kim Taehyung has ever been capable of.