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#not to rant in the tags or anything but i honestly cannot BELIEVE some of you still follow or reblog vaspider content#they are a Zionist and have spread blatant pro-israel propaganda#theyre a white convert to judaism and they actively support israel whether or not they acknowledge that is their material impact#they have spread conspiracy theory nonsense about âHamas operatives in Gazan hospitalsâ and justified war crimes#they also have actively accused just regular Muslims of being antisemitic#theyre the worst kind of crybully âleftistâ and they do their crybullying in favour of FUCKING GENOCIDE#like what the FUCK yâall i cannot believe anyone is willingly circulating their posts & additions to other peopleâs posts#this is someone with an easily observable habit of spreading extremely pernicious and harmful misinformation#someone who has jumped on bandwagons to accuse Palestinians of being scammers#fucking hold your friends accountable because spider is a pro-empire islamophobe who supports genocide in the middle east#idk why americans and westerners in general just give zero shits about Zionism among leftists but uhhhh i��m assuming itâs white supremacy#it canât be said enough that Zionism is a white supremacist ideology#and a white american who supports zionism is a white supremacist regardless of if they are jewish or queer or poor or claim to be an ally#yâall are so fucking stupid for falling for âprogressivesâ and âqueersâ and trans people who are literal white supremacists#sorry but it has to be said#so so fucking stupid#pay better attention#also dont get me started on spider being repeatedly transmisogynist it is so fucking bad#just because youre anti radfem and a transmasc does NOT give you a free pass to hate trans women publicly#OBVIOUSLY#being a transmisogynist transmasc is so fucking evil its not even funny#and the whole thing where people hide their transmisogyny and misogyny in general under the guise of âsupporting transmasculinityâ is gross#i really really cant stress enough how reactionary spider is and the harm that they do on here because of their shitty politics
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from the stuff iâve heard marcâs former honda teammates (dani jorge and pol in their media careers but joan also i guess) say about him now that theyâre racing is generally quite positive, both on a professional/riding level but also seemingly on a personal level? iâm wondering what you make of that given that, yeah, marc doesnât seem like a very good teammate (unless youâre alex who iâve left off this list). like MARC wants to separate on and off track stuff and it seems like all of these guys are willing too at least in retrospect, so he canât have truly burned bridges with them. do you have any thoughts on that
(x, x) most riders are quite good at not burning bridges with each other! it's not like marc's competitors don't know that this stuff is kinda part of the game. I mean, all of marc's past teammates were also trying to assert themselves within the internal hierarchy... you can say that certain teammates engage in 'worse' behaviour than others, but, like, these people do understand they're supposed to be fighting each other! a baseline degree of nastiness is factored in and will be accepted to a greater or lesser extent by your rivals - especially when it comes to asserting yourself in intra-team power struggles. you might hate the other guy in the moment, but generally speaking once the active part of the rivalry is done with... you will probably get over it. marc's fellow riders are aware of how ultra-competitive marc is - and to a certain point they do respect it, not least because they're aware that this is part of the reason why marc has ended up with all those titles. it's like dani said, right, it's marc's strong suit. and in general, you do have to say that there's relatively few teammate pairings that devolve to the level of toxicity that it completely destroys the interpersonal relationship. you might need some level of preexisting animosity... most of the purely competitive sins can be healed with a little time
on the 'separating on-track and off-track' thing... well. this is kind of a question of how you define these things, you can say that marc generally speaking isn't going to massively hold grudges over isolated on-track incidents or whatever... but he doesn't just leave his fighting to the track, and personally I've also never felt he can entirely separate these things out in his mind. can you really say his professional and private relationships with other riders are completely detached from one another? mostly, he's opted to be pretty disengaged from his fellow riders as a collective, and obviously that's a good way to not take things too personally... it's all part of the game, isn't it? sometimes it's good to go with the straightforward approach: marc tells you he will make your life hell, he does indeed make your life hell, and then you both move on with your lives and can maybe actually have a pretty amiable relationship with him in years to come. he's not really defying your expectations at any point here, is he now? it's still a question for each of them as individuals as to whether they think that kind of behaviour is above board and acceptable or not... but everyone by now knows that marc plays these games, so it's not like they're going in blind
and it's not like other former teammates are constantly badmouthing each other. I mean... look, let's just cut to the chase here and bring in valentino as our reference point (as he is for the sport as a whole, which by the way does also help create a certain baseline of acceptability for marc's antics - maybe goated riders are just supposed to be dicks who knows). vale's premier class teammates were 1) nobody (2000-01), 2) tohru ukawa (2002), 3) nicky hayden (2003; 2011-12), 4) carlos checa (2004), 5) colin edwards (2005-2007), 6) jorge lorenzo (2008-10; 2013-16), 7) maverick vinales (2017-20), 8) franco morbidelli (2021), and 9) andrea dovizioso (2021). of these eight men (let's just exclude 'nobody' for now), do you know how many had serious complaints at any point about valentino as a teammate? that's right, it's one guy. one. some of valentino's other teammates, like hayden, checa and edwards, were even quite actively positive about their whole experience. this is the thing - you do need some specific circumstances for teammate rivalries to escalate from 'being kinda bitchy every other month' to 'actively fantasising about stabbing each other'. not accounting for natural interpersonal animosity, let's list some circumstantial factors that you need to get a bridge-burning-worthy level of feud:
you need a competitive bike. it is possible to beef about development direction when you're in the trenches (cf late 2010's yamaha, 2020's honda)... but generally speaking this is going to be quite low-level petty stuff, not actual war
you also need something that approaches competitiveness between teammates. if one teammate is unquestionably stronger than the other one, then it is very unlikely that you are going to get any open hostilities. the tension comes when the two sides are close enough to each other for the internal hierarchy to actually be a contentious issue (this is also basic self preservation... if you're the far weaker teammate then you do not want to make the situation troublesome, because then you will be the one to be fired)
following on from those first two things... well, it doesn't hurt to have a title fight in the mix. there are also other ways you can generate competitive stakes, like, for instance, if you and your teammate know that one of you will be out of a job soon. basically, it helps to have something to squabble over
it is maybe easy to forget how rare it is this century for teammates to be fighting directly for a title, let alone over the course of multiple seasons. only two 1-2's since the year 2000 and they're both for the factory yamaha's (though 2006, 2011-13 and 2017 did all prominently feature two factory hondas). which means that for valentino, the prerequisites were met just the once in his premier class career... and yes, the results were pretty memorable, but (topic! for! another! post!) it's worth pointing out that even that relationship was pretty much 'fine' whenever there was a sizeable disparity between the two of them performance-wise (2008 and 2013 are the most clear cut examples). I think the way I'd frame it with marc is that he has a bunch of mildly dubious strategies up his sleeve to assert himself within the team, which don't really deviate that far from what you'd expect from a rider of marc's calibre and only need to be escalated under specific circumstances. that doesn't mean he doesn't have the potential to be ruthless, but up until now it's mostly been a fairly 'acceptable' level of ruthlessness on the intra-team level... and not something that is likely to make other riders actually hate him
taking marc's teammates one by one... dani was the closest to meeting the bridge-burning prerequisites, though he was only a title rival in marc's rookie season. and marc did go further with him than he did with anyone else, and dani has made some pointed comments about marc's style as a teammate... but yes, he is fonder of marc these days. partly I'd just emphasise again that this is a fairly natural progression when you've stopped directly competing for long enough, and partly it's also just a question of individual personality - dani's not massively into holding grudges. then there's jorge, who... I mean, they might as well not have been teammates, given that jorge was either too slow or too injured to even be sharing any track space with marc. you have to put that one down primarily to circumstance, seeing as jorge's own track record on the teammate front isn't exactly spotless. marc and jorge beefing in 2019 would have been pretty dumb and also a massive waste of everyone's time in a year in which marc singlehandedly won the team's championship. even those two needed more to get things going
moving on to the dark years, pol and marc had an extremely stop-and-start partnership on a honda that was generally pretty uncompetitive... so the only stuff they could get ever so mildly irritable about were riveting incidents like 'marc saying pol wasn't the biggest championship threat' (neither of them were) or 'pol saying he'd copy marc's set up' (which proved entirely useless). not exactly title decider territory, is it now, and marc very much had pol covered as a challenger throughout their partnership. also, those two do have a longer history! they've known each other since they were kids and hold a pretty significant place in each other's careers. now that pol's more or less retired, it's natural there'll be quite a lot of sentimentality there - which will paper over any small cracks that appeared during those two years. and joan was a one year teammate at a time in which the bike was consistently close to offing them both. they only managed to start a sunday race together as teammates on thirteen occasions. it would take some serious effort to engineer a feud with that little opportunity, and, really, why on earth would you bother. maybe if honda had gone for rinsy rather than joan for the factory seat, it could've been a bit more prickly, but it's unlikely that it would have escalated beyond that
this is the thing, right, the only one of these partnerships that would have been worth burning bridges over was dani, and even there marc pretty much had him handled after the first season. in general, marc has been pretty clear on how he's not interested in making friends with the other side of the garage while the teammate relationship is ongoing... which is fine! there's some prominent-ish teammate pairings that are actually good friends, some teammate pairings where one of them is actively helping out and advising the other one, but some riders prefer to just keep their distance. it would have been a little silly of marc to start a feud with a teammate who is galaxies away from being a competitive threat, let alone a title rival, but generally it is possible to toe the line between 'attempting to suppress your internal rivals enough to stop them from becoming a problem for you' and 'taking radical enough action to make your internal rivals despise you'
especially in the post-dani era, marc never really had any need to push things too far... and, let's face it, how many of your teammate relationships end up with burnt bridges is also quite frankly a question of luck and circumstance. do you want to guess which top rider on paper has the worst track record this century with premier class teammate feuds, in terms of a) how many they've had, and b) how little public reconciliation there has been since the end of the rivalry?
yes, that's right, it's the first name that comes to mind when you're thinking of toxic and conflict-prone riders: andrea dovizioso. that old devil, constantly causing trouble. just couldn't stop undermining his poor, innocent teammates. can somebody please stop this ruthless bully before it's too late
I think you get the point. I would personally suggest that dovi is not in fact the worst teammate it is possible to have in a motogp top team. he just happened to find himself in a situation where he was teammates with two separate guys he did not click with at all, in situations that involved a pairing of riders who were (or had the potential to be) competitive with each other, as well as some proper stakes attached to the rivalry. in general, situational factors are going to determine this stuff more than anything else... and marc more often than not does have a reasonably good feel for picking his battles. he's flirted with the line, but he's mostly avoided crossing it. he hasn't had to
#'joan also i guess' hold on now anon that's his former teammate relationship that's most important to ME i love them...#elephant in the room is 'let's revisit this in 1.5 years time'. ik people will try to make that just about the vr46 factor but *shrug*#i kinda feel like maybe i should have mentioned in the casey/marc post that casey is arguably more of an outlier than marc is#like his alienation with the sport ran deep which is how you get him engaging in melandri slander who was pee one million in 2008#y'know casey/jorge ducati was a real possibility for a hot second and my take on that would ALSO be 'hm yeah maybe not <3'#ESPECIALLY given that it's quite likely the incoming jorge would've been paid way way more than casey was ('09 ducati... let's not even)#AND given how yamaha had repeatedly burnt casey and then handed jorge the seat on a silver platter... like idk man!!#genuinely fascinating '10 counterfactual... i do like casey/marc but i've also game planned casey/vale and casey/jorge i'm a completionist#(either dani or vale would've likely won the title in that timeline. but crucially casey/jorge interpersonally would've been. well)#//#brr brr#alien tag#batsplat responds#morale tag#i need an ask tag so badly but i can't be bothered to back tag... i'll do it at some point#in my notes i did once actually rank the aliens by how much they'd suck as teammates but the order might be a wee bit controversial#i'm sorry to the guy i ranked number one but he did objectively have the worst track record like... it has to be said#i think u have like. different modes right. where how bad u are as a teammate is scaled to how big the threat ur facing is#now EYE actually think marc's not got a particularly *great* neutral mode either but it's not bridge-burning mode#also what even is a burnt bridge... i mean god knows even valentino and jorge are taking photos together these days...#jorge's still conducting autopsies of old beef every fortnight but otoh he's joking about motegi on instagram which is crazyyyyyy#you genuinely cannot. CANNOT convince me that if marc/jorge had had a title fight as teammates it wouldn't have been a MESS#there is literally no way. none whatsoever#and if i said dani had a higher number of strained premier class teammate relationships than valentino did... what then...
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Okay, yeah I give up.
#infinite saving my beloved#I spent all day in my gameplay save file just for it to not let me save after hours of progress#REPEATEDLY#already moved em to a new town#remade a super bare bones house and remade the family#but yeah#doesn't change anything#there's just only so much new or interesting gameplay wise I can post if I can never actually save my progress#so yeah I think I'll give up on posting gameplay stuff#not that I ever posted much gameplay#but it was a fun distraction every now and then#but dealing with this is the bloody opposite of a fun distraction#okay tag rant over#just really burnt out on this shit#if there's one thing I absolutely despise about sims 3 is just the sheer frequency of crashes and shit going wrong all the time#like#it's insane just how often you lose any kind of progress because of some random fuck up in this game#it's really discouraging#okay rant over for real now#sorry just needed to vent a bit#ignore me
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Having brain worms. What if uhhhhhh SOS Mianite au
#this is a fully undeveloped idea but it is simmering#initial thoughts. mog is so champion of ianite. fwip is dianite's.#I'm not convinced of who mianite's is yet but i feel like sausage is desperately vying for the role and getting repeatedly rejected#oli ends up as a reluctant ianitee. he was originally a dianite follower but dianite found him annoying and was a dick so oli ditched him.#ianite finds him funny and decides to pick him up and now he's trying very hard not to mess it up bc she actually respects him#joel would claim not to need any stupid god until he sees how much fun fwip is having causing problems on purpose with dianite and gives in.#his wife joining up with dianite probably also doesn't desuade him in that department#jimmy isn't particularly keen on any of them. he's off doing his own thing#katherine feels very classic mianitee to me.#I've got mixed feelings on Pix. i kind of feel like he should be on his own thing (priest? wizard? something like that)#if not he's ianitee i think. but it takes him awhile to commit#joey's dianitee. eloise feels ianitee to me. shubble probably mianitee.#is that everyone? i think that's everyone#idk if this would be a scenario where the world/plot was more based on mianite or sos honestly#maybe a healthy mix.#do we keep the death/fate coin element? idk idk maybe not? but it doesn't feel like sos without some hardcore element#gotta sit on it#this is the first time in a long time I've just done like straight up stream of consciousness brainstorming in the tags of a post huh#feels very 2020#OWEN I FORGOT OWEN. UH. i feel like he might help balance out the mianite team. i can't put it into worlds but it feels right#he's the type of guy that you look at and immediately think dianite and you're wrong#but i could be tempted to switch him and joey. cause joey did have the whole prison thing in sos which is very mianite#even if he's generally the most dianitee guy i have ever fucking seen#i. i also forgot scott.#embarrassing. I've been watching him the longest and he's the only one on this list I've actually written into mianite crossovers before#uhhhh anyways he feels very true neutral to me. he's another one who i feel like maybe he should be off doing his own thing#if not probably mianite#this is such a mess lmao#i had to put the idea down somewhere before my head exploded sorry
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10 Lines Tag Game
Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, donât be shy and share anyway!
I've seen this going around and even though I haven't been tagged I thought it would be a fun way to assess my own writing style now that I have nearly 10 fics published on AO3.
I've Built My Life Around You (ALOTO, Jess/Lupe, 250 words)
âCanât believe itâs been ten years,â Jess says into the silent stadium. Itâs not hard for Lupe to believe at all, actually, now that theyâre back at Beyer.
Kiss Cam (ALOTO, Jess/Lupe, 250 words)
âWe need the people in these two seats to make out,â the one with the braid says, shoving bills and a piece of paper into his hand.
keep you like an oath (ALOTO, Jess/Lupe, 250 words)
By unspoken agreement, Jess and Lupe keep Viâs a secretâeven from those who would be welcome. Lupe probably has a number of complicated reasons for it, but Jess only has one: sheâs selfish as hell.
your love's got me trippin' on you (ALOTO, Jess/Lupe, 250 words)
âA beautiful drive into deep right by Brown, and DiGiovanni looks like sheâsâyes, sheâs going for third⌠Whoa! Woman down! DiGiovanni appears to have tripped! Rough luck for the Belles' first basewoman. Well, thatâll end the inning, and the Peaches hold the Belles scoreless through the fourth.â
red is the fire in our veins (ALOTO, Jess/Lupe, 250 words)
It was inevitable, really, a foregone conclusion, that Lupeâs gaze would be drawn to the muscled thigh next to her thatâs outlined in insolent red.
Two Fingers Means Curveball (ALOTO, Jess/Lupe, 250 words)
âMiss GarcĂa. Come with me for a minute.â
Love, In Deed and In Truth (ALOTO, Jess/Lupe, 250 words)
Lupeâs belief in God was built on an ethereal foundation of faith, but Lupeâs belief in Jess was built with the earthly planks of trust.
it's not enough (this time) (HP, Remus/Sirius, 2500 words)
If only weâd made a map of all of Britain, Sirius thought wildly as he made another random turn in Surrey. Then I could have stopped Remus before it came to this. I could have seen where he was, who he was with. I could have stopped him.Â
Dinner, Interrupted (HP, James/Lily, 150 words)
âHe shoots. He scores! Another ten points to Gryffindor. Potterâs on fire tonight. Look, heâs taken possession of the Quaffle again! Excellent broom handling as he dodges left and right. That hoop is wide open⌠goal!â
Iâve only published nine fics on AO3, but hereâs the first line of my portion of my Jess/Lupe WIP with Molly/squidgilator:
Lupe has no idea how much sleep she gets that night, other than not much.
Tagging: @broomsticks @everythingbutcoldfire @mollymarymarie @squidgilator @tahtahfornow and anyone else who wants to do it!
A few observations below the cut (feel free to ignore):
As an ardent dialogue-hater, I'm surprised that half of my fics start with dialogue! The fact that two of those are sports commentary is giving me a good laugh. Apparently I missed my true calling?
In my opinion, my Wolfstar ficâthe only thing I've published that's over 250 wordsâhas one of the weaker openings, which is a bit of a bummer because I actually edited that fic. I'm proud of the closing lines of each section though! I'm telling myself that this opening being kinda meh means I've improved as a writer since last summer.
It looks like I tend to use fairly short and straightforward sentences? I'd love to hear if any other patterns stand out to you lol
#billie writes fic#tag game#(that i was not tagged in)#(I promise Iâm done catching up with tag games now)#(sorry for tagging some of you repeatedly)
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shoutout to my friends that genuinely view me as masculine instead of just calling me more masc/neutral terms purely bc itâs what I said I prefer đĽ°
#100% in my feels tonight sorry yâall#gonna use the tags as a little way to get some of my feelings out since I just. wanna get it out#but something Iâve always genuinely struggled with is knowing that people irl always perceive me as a girl no matter how hard I try#and as a non-binary person who likes to dress both masc and fem it does really make me sad that I probably wonât be able to be genuinely#viewed by other people as non-binary since itâs not really easy for me to make myself not look somewhat feminine to some degree#which can REALLY suck#and it absolutely did not help that when my parentsâ ex was still around I was CONSTANTLY misgendered and called a girl#to the point it would ruin my mood entirely. and listen I donât get upset when strangers misgender me bc they usually just canât tell#but this woman literally knew me for months and was REPEATEDLY told what to call me and even though she claimed she was supportive of it#she literally never once genuinely tried#and luckily my family does do a great job at using my proper pronouns but itâs kinda rough knowing deep down they still see me as a girl#so it really does mean so much to me when my friends make me feel validated <3 more than they could ever know#thank you#not scream stuff#billy rambles
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Whumpy Stories I Enjoy In No Particular Order :]
This will be updated as I get caught up on my current reading/find the energy to go diving through my archive for older pieces that live in my head rent free.
Largely scifi, fantasy, heroes and villains, with a sprinkling of realism, immortality, and eldritch thrown in for good measure.
Science Fiction:
Dystopia -
Biodrones by @just-horrible-things
Weapons Don't Weep by @wolfeyedwitch
Living Weapon: 327 by @whumpy-daydreams
Space Politics -
Dust by @redwhump
The Martyr by @whump-me
Riot Kings (comic, Hand in Hand AU) by @befuddled-calico-whump
*The Sentry and the Strays by @promptsforyourwhumpfic
Fantasy:
Gozukk and Anna, Castor and Ed by @whimperwoods
The Blackmuir Reign by @deluxewhump
Heroes and Villains:
With Bloody Outstretched Hands by @wolfeyedwitch
*Kyle by @whimperwoods
Behind the Masks by @whumpering-heights
Left Behind by @justbreakonme
Wildfire by @befuddled-calico-whump
Darkness Falls by @turn-the-tables-on-them
Hazeshift by @whumpwillow
Alex & Friends [Pat, Aeroseph] by @i-eat-worlds
Immortals and Monsters:
Waking Nightmare by @whumpering-heights
the cave-diving thing by @whumpwillow
Immortal Drowning by @whumpering-heights
*Bloody Ascension by @ash-and-bone-whump
Modern Mercenaries, Mobs, and Spies:
The Kid by @winedark-whump
Zach and Archer by @redstainedsocks
*The Investigator by @whumpy-bi
*I can't find an official masterpost by the op so I have linked the unique tag I use for archiving purposes of each story on my blog
#whump#whump reccs#others ocs#masterpost#apologies for the tag ops I just want anyone whoâs curious to find your blogs easily#also I need this list bc tumblr mobile canât search for shit when Iâm desperate for a fix of a particular story#edit: ops that thanked me for liking their story pls know Iâm head butting you repeatedly like an affectionate cat :3#edit 5/6/24: just some minor rearrangement to sort by genre :] sorry if it re-tagged you ops o7#note to self: update pat+anf links to be permalinks if possible
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â stray kids links [hyung line]
tags: hyung line!stray kids x fem!reader, established relationship, rough sex, unprotected sex (plz wrap it before u tap it), creampie, breeding kink, daddy kink, mild dacryphilia, begging, use of collars/leashes, spanking, strength kink, oral sex (f. receiving), squirting, car sex, slight exhibitionism, slight choking, use of nicknames (baby, princess, angel, kitten, etc), degradation (slut, whore, etc), dirty talk, edging, overstimulation, etc
wc: 2.73k
add. notes: hai âŚ. sorry i made this post instead of giving u guys nerd!chan pt. 2 I FUCKIN SWEAR IT���S COMING but itâs just taking the piss out of me n i needed this out for a new post. anyways plz dni if u r a minor like i mean that w my whole chest n also lmk if some of the links stop working or if u canât see them idk what i can do abt that . but at least i will be aware LMFAOOOOO yea anyways enjoy :3
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⼽ ⌠BANG CHAN:Â
link one.
chan is packing. he is absolutely packing to the point you felt like he was going to tear your womb apart when you first got intimate with him, his thick cock stretching you out past your limits as fresh sobs fell from your mouth. since then, he's trained you to take him with enough prep, always making sure to milk at least two orgasms from you before he even thinks about letting his dick near your pussy regardless of how hard it might be throbbing. that wait becomes worthwhile though when he finally sinks inside of you, dirty words and throaty groans rambled in your ear as he releases himself deep inside once he's reached his peak. he loves the feeling of your warm walls sucking him in, never leaving you alone until he's dumped his load empty.
"fuck, baby. how are you so tight?" chan hisses incredulously, wet thumb still circling your clit as you shake in his hold. you're extremely sensitive at this point, twitching from the slightest touch after having cum for the third time, but the only thing in your mind right now is your boyfriend breeding you, the request made obvious with how you tighten your legs around his waist to pull him in. "cum in me, daddy. please!" you plead, teary eyes blinking up at chan whose orbs roll to the back of his head at your keen expression. it only takes a few more thrusts before he's shooting ropes of hot cum inside you, gripping himself to ensure he stays in place. you sigh in content at the warm liquid flooding you, and chan just smiles tiredly, leaning in to sweetly kiss you. "i love you, precious girl." he whispers, resting his body on top of you to keep you plugged up for the rest of the night.
link two.
you're chan's favourite destress toy, that much is obvious. every time he comes home from a long day at work, he knows it'll be worthwhile because you'll be there waiting with open arms and your wet hole longing to be filled up. he'll even take you right then and there in the living room sometimes, making sure everyone around you two knows exactly whose name you're screaming. certain days when he's had it particularly bad though, he'll collar you up and attach a leash to it that he can pull back on, bending you over with your ass up in the air as he slams himself into you repeatedly. it gives him immense pride to have that sense of control over you, to be able to manoeuvre you into whatever position he desires. if he's feeling especially mean, he'll edge you until you're crying into the sheets, cooing at how fucked out you look, knowing he's the only one who can make you feel that way.
"please.. i wan' cum, please." you slur out mindlessly, drool dripping down your mouth as chan slowly drags his cock in and out of you, its mushroom tip pressing deliciously against that spot inside. your boyfriend just chuckles from behind you, his hand yanking on the leash that's tied to your collar which makes you lean back in an instant. his hand sneaks down to grip himself as he pulls out for the nth time, and you whine at the loss of fullness in you, bottom lip jutting out as he slaps the head of his cock against your clit. "yeah, princess? you wanna cum? wanna cum all over daddy's dick?" he mocks you, laughing sadistically when you desperately nod your head. he continues to rub up your little nub, and you're soon about to fall over the edge, gratitude on your lips when he suddenly stops. "oh, baby, you're not cumming that easily tonight." chan growls, causing you to shiver under his hold as he pushes you back onto the bed. it looks like you're in for a long night.
⼽ ⌠LEE MINHO:Â
link one.
you love pissing minho off. it's one of the little things in life that gives you so much pleasure, aside from when your boyfriend fucks you, of course. minho, on the other hand, doesn't take lightly to your teasing at all. on days where you're acting out by wearing revealing clothes in front of his friends or sitting too close to one of them for his liking, he'll drag you out with some lame excuse and a clenched jaw, mumbling something about how you're both going home now. he doesn't even care that you're probably smug by the end of it, because that feeling of triumph soon dissipates when he has you bent over his lap, veiny hands kneading the plush of your ass before he's landing a harsh smack on it. he'll spank you and make you count your punishment, and if you lose track, he'll just have to start all over again.
"fucking slut." minho tsk's, cold fingers running themselves against the bruised skin of your butt. he takes a moment to admire his work, tracing the red imprints of his hand on your ass and even the outline of your white panties, which are absolutely soaked by now. "min, please! 'm sorry, it won't happen again." you cry out, and he scoffs, rolling his eyes although you can't see it. another series of repeated spanks land on you, and you yelp in response, legs kicking up from the stinging impact. your body burns by now, every touch minho provides it leaving behind a searing sensation, but you know your boyfriend is far from done with you. "we both know that's a damn lie." he clicks his tongue. "you're always acting out, so it seems like i gotta really start putting you in your place, hm?" you're about to protest when he smacks again, drawing a sob from you; the sound goes straight to his core. he licks his lips, a smirk stretched across them as he readies his palm once more. "now, stop crying and start counting, whore."
link two.
it's no secret that minho is a certified ass man. he loves you, but god does he love your ass just as much. everything about it sends him reeling, from the way it's accentuated in the clothes you wear, to the plump flesh of it that jiggles every time he's got you on your hands and knees. you'd argue he puts you in this position at least once every time you two fuck because knowing your boyfriend, he just wants to watch the way you push back on him when he's bottomed out inside you. he'll give you a few smacks here and there on it too, kneading the skin in his palms before he's snapping his hips into yours. most of the time, he'll refuse to cum inside of you, instead pulling out just before he tips over the edge to release all over your behind and back. you're not complaining though, you love the feeling of his seed dripping over it just as much as he does.
"mm, shit, you look so good right now, kitten." minho groans from behind you, cockhead practically battering your cervix with the way he's shoving himself in and out of you. your whines are high in pitch with how he's fucking you, and you stutter to speak when you try and respond. "y-you say that every time." you eventually manage to heave out, and minho chuckles breathlessly, fingers gripping the flesh of your ass in them as he bites his lip, moaning lowly at the way it bounces back against his dick. "can't help it. you're too hot." he grunts, pistoning his hips at a frenzied pace that knocks the breath out of your lungs. it only takes a matter of minutes before you're both cumming, loud noises filling the room as minho pulls out just in time so he can splatter his release all over your backside. his thumb dips into the seed that now decorates your ass, and he swipes to collect it, pushing it into your mouth. a grin decorates his face as you suck on it. "atta girl."
⼽ ⌠SEO CHANGBIN:Â
link one.
changbin is a gym fanatic through and through, and with his rigorous work out routine eventually came his well-built physique, chiselled and bulked up to the point you think you would barely recognise his past self. it refects in the way he walks, talks and holds himself; he loves his strength and he loves showing it off, especially to you. that's why every time you're both entangled in his sheets, it results in him urging you to stand up before hoisting you in his arms. some days he'll hold you in them and bounce you up and down his cock, relishing in the way your cries echo through the room alongside the slapping of skin. other days, he'll toss you around and headlock you as he pounds you from behind, groaning filth in your ear as he pushes you to the edge of tipping. either way, you love what he does, and you wouldn't have it any other way.
"hng, so strong, binnie!" you wail, hands clutching your boyfriend's broad back and shoulders as your nails dig into his soft skin, sure to leave marks the next day. changbin just grunts at your sounds of pleasure, too immersed in fucking you onto his cock in your current position. he's got you clinging onto him for dear life as he enters you repeatedly, pride blooming in his chest when you acknowledge how hot it is that he can pick you up so effortlessly. "y-yeah, pretty? like when binnie fucks you like this?" he stutters slightly, too wrapped up in how your pussy clings to his girth. you nod your head rapidly, babbling about how close you are and how hard you're going to cum, spraying all over your boyfriend in due time when he slams into that spot hidden inside you. you're not even given a chance to recover afterwards, changbin manhandling you onto the bed on your stomach before he's sinking back inside. "just a little more, baby. binnie's gotta cum too, okay?" he's whining, and you keen despite the sting of overstimulation rushing through, not knowing you're going to end up letting him use you for another hour.
link two.
you've always known changbin is a romantic at heart, his soft-spoken nature despite the daunting aura he gives off due to his frame often sending your brain spiralling. it gives you whiplash, the way he treats you. some days he'll fuck you like he hates you, growling dirty comments to your face and spitting in your mouth as you shake through an orgasm. other days, however, he'll craddle you in his arms, caging your body underneath him as he rocks his hips against yours in deep, fluid motions. one of his favourite things to do during these instances is hold your hand. he loves the feeling of your fingers lacing through his, holding onto him as he delivers sharp strokes inside of you. something about it feels so raw, like both your souls are intertwined in one big hug. he'll kiss you dizzy, burying his face into your neck as you both whimper 'i love you's' to each other.
"baby.. fuck, baby." changbin moans, his breath fanning hot against the sticky skin of your shoulder from where he's nosed himself in. his hand clings to yours amidst his movements, and you mewl loudly when he thrusts particularly deep inside of you. "i love you. love you so much, my baby. my pretty, perfect angel." your boyfriend pants, head moving to bring his lips to yours in a messy meeting. it's filled with so much love and care, your mouths moulding perfectly against one another's as you exchange kisses. your stomach feels like it's filled with butterflies, but you're not sure if that's because of how fucking in love you are with him or because of changbin rocking his hips into you. either way, you pull apart from him, trying to say it back in the middle of your noises of pleasure. "l-love you so much, binnie. fuck, you always give it to me so good." you praise, and changbin visibly shivers, burying his face back where it was between your neck to continue making love to you until at last, you're both coming undone together.
⼽ ⌠HWANG HYUNJIN:Â
link one.
one thing you adore about your precious lover boy is his mouth. his pretty, plump lips that kiss your tears away, or his dangerously addictive tongue that's always finding it's way between your thighs when he feels like it, which is basically all the time. hyunjin can't help that you taste so sweet, or how you're always so perfectly wet for him by the time he's journeyed down to your legs where you truly need him. he'll spend hours buried between them, parting you with his slender fingers and holding you open for him to lick into. he finds extreme satisfaction in the way you push back against his body when he's having a go at you, too weak to move him in your futile efforts of running away from his mouth once he's had you cum twice without stopping. he'll continue anyways though, because to him, there's no better treat after a long day.
"hyunie, s-slow down." you whimper, the lewd suckling sounds of your clit being wrapped in your boyfriend's mouth resonating through the room as he messily eats you out. his movements are filled with fervour and desperation, something you'll never get used to experiencing despite how long you've been together. each time almost always feels like you're starring in some obscene porno with the way hyunjin always drawls out the most nasty sounds from you. this instance is no different either, because before you can even react, you're spraying droplets of clear liquid on his face, your boyfriend groaning into you at the feeling of you squirting on him. he cleans it all up with great pleasure, breathing heavily as he finally rises from his position to slot himself between your legs. his lips find yours in a dirty kiss, and you can taste yourself on his tongue. "you're insatiable." you murmur when he pulls away, and hyunjin chuckles, mouth hovering over your jaw as you tremble at his next words. "not my fault my baby's got the tastiest cunt in the world."
link two.
hyunjin is a freak through and through. you've known for a while that he gets off on all sorts of things, and one of them is primarily the risk of being sneaky in public, regardless if it's planned or not. there have been one too many occasions of the latter where you've both been out on a date together with you looking a little too good, too good to the point that the waiter starts flirting with you and leaving hyunjin seething. it's only high time after that until he's dragging you out of the restaurant and into his backseat, too lazy to even undress properly before he's sinking inside of you to fuck you as he sees red. he'll get so possessive too, groaning how you're his and his only whilst pulling you back by your hair. it's true that your boyfriend is a big lover, but when times come down to this, he'll drill into you like he absolutely loathes you.
"dirty slut, letting me fuck you where anyone can see. you'd even let that server find you like this, wouldn't you?" hyunjin grits out, his sweat dripping onto your back as he shoves his long length in you. you're sure the windows are fogged up by now, his car rocking with his movements, but neither of you care about that. "n-no, only want you to see. just you, hyune." you whimper, eyes rolling to the back of your head at the way his cock slams in you with each thrust. your boyfriend lets out a low moan at your words, yanking you back by your hair to lick at your neck. "that's right, princess. only i get to look at this pussy, hm? only i can f-fuck it right, yeah?" he grunts, slender fingers coming up to wrap around your throat as you nod shakily, taking a deep breath as hyunjin squeezes slightly. "gonna cum in this cunt and fill you up with my babies so everyone knows who you belong to. then, i'm taking you straight home to fuck you full again. got that?"
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with a force and an aroused mind, you sent a photo to gojo. well, to be more specific, your nudes in the middle of the day. youâre sure he would not mind at all, right? itâs gojo satoru weâre talking about.
feeling a thrill of anticipation as you waited for his response because normally he replied almost instantly, his sneery comments making you smile. but this time, minutes ticked by without a word, and you started to fidget, glancing at your phone repeatedly.
finally, a notification popped up. you eagerly opened it, only to find a single, dry word:
satoru: wow
fuck it, you decided to send another photo, hoping to get a better reaction. what in the world was that reaction? you muttered to yourself, the boyfriend you know not spamming texts or even emojis seeing your naked body? your tits? maybe it wasnât enough. but again, minutes passed without any response. you sent another and another, each one met with the same silence.
your mind raced with possibilities; maybe he was busy, maybe something had happened. but the longer you waited, the more your impatience grew. unable to stand it any longer, you decided to call him, needing to hear his voice and find out what was going on.
the phone rang, and just as you were about to hang up, he answered. "hey," he said, thereâs a faint sound of his breath hitching, âbaby.â
"what the fuck is going on?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady. "why are you answering so dry?"
you narrowed your eyes at the call. "whatâs with the one-word answers and no replies? i was starting to think you were mad at me or something. youâre bored of my pics?â
without another word, he switched the call to a video call. at first, you could only saw his forehead, the camera was a bit unsteady as you hear his deep breathing from the loud speakers. "aww, my bad. donât get me wrong baby," he said, tone suddenly warm and engaging, a tad of playfulness towards the end.
âsorry, itâs just,â he laughed, a light, carefree sound escaping his lips as he positioned his phone to a better angle and a much better view. âthe photos were too much . .â
âand itâs kinda hard to type with one hand, yâknow?â
your mind raced at the screen, your boyfriendâs hand was sliding up and down his shaft as ragged breaths filled up the silence. his length was already wrapped with some sticky substance and he kept gliding his fingers, toying with it when another surge formed at the top.
âah,â you feigned sulking, though you were enjoying it. "you could have just said that."
"forgive me? iâll make it up to you when iâm home baby, promise.â
âonly if you let me use one hand on you too, satoru.â
n. aha . . one silly satoru smut that has sat on my mind for a long while. tagging a satoru fucker @sugulani uu <3
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Home to youâ
Eddie comes home drunk to you.
A/N: missed you guys so much! sorry for dipping in and out so often, but iâve been really into bridgerton lately and iâve been only wanting to talk about that. howerver i did conjure up this h*rny little story for eddie, so i hope yall enjoy! -Bird
tags/warnings: 2.7k words | f!reader | boyfriend!eddie | drunk sex | consent checks | f*ngering | pinv | praise kink + nicknames
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You heard keys jingle at your front door just a few feet outside the bedroom. Your boyfriend was finally home
âGuess whoâs back,â Eddie teasingly whispered, trying not to wake you if you were already asleep.
âIs it Eddie?â You deeply inhaled and stretched your arms, your voice was low and sleepy.
Eddie fell into bed with you, his whole weight causing to shake it. You gave a delirious laugh, still waking up.
âYou guessed right, sweetheart,â He said before wrapping his arms around you, pulling you in from behind.
âYouâre such a smart girl,â Eddie cooed in your ear before running his hands on your stomach and along the waistband of your panties.
âSomeone sounds like they had a good time at Garethâs birthday party,â
Eddie smiled, burying his face in your hair and laughing a bit at the comment.
âI did,â Eddie pulled you closer and nuzzled into your neck, softly kissing as he spoke. âBut Iâm glad to have my girl back in bed with me.â
You hummed before you pulled up his hand to kiss his palm.
âMm. Happy youâre home too baby. I donât know if Iâm totally thrilled that youâre hammered, but-â
âRelax, I got a ride home,â Eddie mumbled. His small kisses along your neck was driving you wild.
âOkay, good. At least you made some responsible choices,â You joked.
âI am responsible,â Eddie grinned, his breath warm against your skin.
As you two spoke, Eddie's hand began to trail lower and lower down your stomach. He stopped once he reached your thighs before he gently gripped the soft flesh.
"I can't believe you weren't out with me,â Eddie muttered against your neck.
âI couldnât help but think about you all nightâ He whispered.
The tone of his voice sounded sweet in your ear despite his alcohol-fueled state.
âIs that right?â You giggled. âWhat were you thinking about?â Your voice was quiet but lustful.
Eddieâs fingers slowly teased the lace on your skin, lightly tracing the outline of your thong. His touch was already turning you into mush. Your heat radiated through the thong you wore, the more his fingers trailed around it, Eddie smirked, enjoying the way it made you shiver.
âI was thinking about-â he began as he pulled your body closer to him until you could feel the heat of his breath along your ear.
âThe way you sound when Iâm on top of you. The way your skin tastes when I kiss every part of you,â He growled.
You let out a soft moan as he repeatedly kissed along your jaw, catching a couple kisses on your lips in the process of turning back to him.
âYou sure youâre up for this, baby? It sounded like you stumbled into the room. You might be too drunk,â You said with slight concern, but you also knew what he wanted and you were not in the mood to turn him down.
Eddie laughed a bit. âIâm not too drunk, baby. I've missed you,â he slurred.
He could feel himself getting worked up just being next to you. You could feel him pressing up against your backside.
âYou feel that,â he whispered, his voice thick with lust.
Your breathing hitched as you felt his length through the denim of his jeans. He pressed it right against the curve of your ass.
âOf course I feel it,â you scoffed, jokingly.
âThatâs all for you,â Eddie started to grind himself against you, his hips slowly rolling into you. âWant you so bad,â He started to breathe heavily against you.
The way he slurred his words would typically annoy you, but they were so endearing when he was whispering dirty nothings into your ear.
âYou gonna be a good girl for me? You gonna give me what I want?â He huffed as he worked at you.
âMhm. Whatever you want, baby,â You said with desire.
Eddie gently rolled you onto your back so he could hover over you.
âThatâs what I like to hear,â he whispered, taking a quick second to admire your body. âSo gorgeous,â he added as he started to run his hands up and down your thighs.
âYou going to be a good girl then? Give me.. a show,â he teased.
âWhat else do you wanna see?â Your eyes twinkled at him as you pushed one strap off your shoulder.
Your perspective lit flames on your skin. You saw nothing but his big, dark eyes surrounded in his black curls falling down towards you. Eddie watched hungrily as you bared more of your skin for him to look at. His eyes were hazy as he stared back at yours.
Your soft, but quickened breaths filled the air as took the hem of your tank top and lifted it over your head, putting your chest on display for him.
âMy pretty, pretty girl,â Eddie groaned, starting to run one of his hands up your legs. He started to run one of his hands up your leg. He could feel the heat of your skin through the silk of your panties as he placed his thumb over it
âEddie,â You gasped as you felt him tracing around your clit.
âSuch a sweet girl,â His finger continued to rub over you, feeling the way your skin got hotter as he applied more pressure. âMissed me that badly?â He whispered before pressing his thumb harder against the spot of wetness. He could feel himself growing harder just listening to the sounds you made. His eyes flicked from your face, to your chest and your shaking legs as he slowly pressed his thumb harder. He could feel how worked up you were, but he still wanted you to hold on and wait for it.
âYouâre so needy,â he muttered in your ear with a smirk while rubbing his thumb in small circles over your sensitive bundle of nerves. His dark eyes continued to drink in the sight of you.
âIsnât that what you wanted when you came in?â You smiled wide, your eyelids heavy as you bucked your hips up into his touch. The fabric now heavily soaked now as he rolled over your aching center. Eddie groaned in response to watching you writhe under him, his eyes still taking in the sight of you while holding you firmly in place with one of his broad hands.
âMaybe a little,â Eddie admitted with a lustful grin. âYou want more donât you?â He teased before leaning down to place open mouthed kisses on your neck, his hot tongue running along your skin.
You shuddered against him, trying your hardest to let him lead you. His pace was torturous but itâs just how you liked it.
âMhm⌠I need it,â You nodded and smiled wickedly, your voice stuttering.
âThatâs what I like to hear,â Eddie groaned.
He let his thumb go, the absence of the touch making you feel even more strung out.
His hands gripped your underwear and started to pull them down painfully slowly as his dark eyes watched you.
âYouâre so goddamn pretty,â he exhaled shakily.
You felt his warm breath surround your legs and your aching center as he dragged the silk underwear down your legs. Your eyes were wide with anticipation as he pawed at your legs.
You couldnât help but squirm under his touch, desperately wanting more friction between you two. He sat up and spread your legs apart, giving him a full view of you in the moonlight.
âSo eager for me,â he teased, the corner of his lip tugging up in a smirk as he ran his hand up your thigh and towards your heat. âTell me thatâs all for me,â He muttered.
âItâs all for you, babe. Iâm all yours,â You whispered back, your hips involuntarily lifting as you felt his fingers dragging upwards toward your core. Your hands were placed down at your sides, clawing at your bedsheets.
âThatâs my girl,â he groaned as he teased with a smirk before finally running his thumb down between your slit.
He felt the heat and the wetness against his skin, your reaction making him groan louder than he intended to.
âSo wet for me,â Eddie muttered before leaning down and placing gentle kisses on your inner thighs. His eyes flicking between watching your face twisted in pleasure
âAll yours, Eddie,â You mused.
Your breaths would rise and fall with his touches. The further his touch was from your sensitive button, the softer the moans, only growing with intensity as he got closer. You can feel yourself growing impatient, but you knew to claim the prize, you had to play his game.
You curiously put a hand on his, seeing if heâd let you control the pace of things.
Eddie couldnât help but laugh as your hand covered his, and let you push his fingers towards where you wanted them with a lazy grin.
âSo impatient, baby,â he teased, watching the hand under his, move with it as he reached the spot you desperately wanted him to touch.
You looked up at him, trying to keep your eyes open as you led his hand to rub in just the way you liked. You could tell he wanted to stare back at you, but all he was looking at was how inviting your pussy was, now spilling out love onto the sheets. Watching you make yourself feel good by guiding his touch had him mesmerized.
âMy pretty girl. So desperate to be touched,â he breathed, his smirk turning into a mischievous grin as his fingers started to move a bit quicker, rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves in tight circles.
âYouâre so hot like this,â he let out a deep growl as he watched you and continued to work on undoing you while his other hand grabbed at your hip to keep you still.
âLook at you, making such a mess,â Eddie groaned in your ear, his pace increasing slightly, desperate to see you fall apart.
âYou see how much I need you?â Your words were ladened with desire between small gasps.
You knew you were getting close to a peak. You gripped around his wrist, making him hold his pace as you were reaching climax.
âI see it, baby,â Eddie mimicked your tone, his gaze never leaving you as he watched you get closer and closer to the edge.
He could see how close you were, the way your body was tensing and you were desperately biting down on your lip.
His pace stayed steady as he watched you, his heart racing from the thought of pleasing you.
âLet go for me, pretty girl,â he muttered, groaning just thinking about it.
âShit!â You hissed.
With one great thrust of your hips you climaxed against his rough fingers. The once quiet room now echoed back your moan as you came, riding out on his fingers as you went back down.
You laid there in front of him, slightly limp and completely helpless. You giggled briefly before catching your breath.
âThank you, baby,â You took his hand in yours and kissed his knuckles, looking up at him in adoration.
âOf course, baby,â he cooed, his dark eyes looking down at you.
He moved on top of you, his hands going down to the denim on his hips as he started to unbutton them. âYou ready for more?â
âDo you even need to ask?â You laughed some more, your eyes following him as he took off his clothes.
Your breath hitched to see just how hard he was, practically springing out as he shoved off his boxers.
âOh god, I need you,â You whispered almost inaudibly.
He couldnât keep the grin off his face as he heard you.
âSay that again,â Eddie muttered, his voice quiet as he hovered above you, his body pressed into yours.
His eyes searched yours as he settled in between your thighs, placing one hand by your head as the other started to trace down your body. âTell me what you need, baby.â
âI need you inside me,â You shivered, feeling his hands run over your curves.
The heat between both of your legs couldnât be ignored. You could feel him twitch against your soft entrance, just waiting for him to slip it in. Eddie groaned and closed his eyes as he listened to you, already breathless from the anticipation. His hips buckled against you a bit and he shuddered as he felt the heat between your legs against the tip of him.
âDonât need to tell me twice,â he groaned before kissing you again.
You moaned back into his mouth, your nails digging into his back as you felt him enter you. He went at an achingly slow pace, but the sensations were too good to complain. His strokes would go all the way out before pumping fast and deep inside you. It drove you mad.
âIt-You⌠You feel good,â You struggled to even comment.
Your eyes were rolling back into your head with each thrust. Eddie grinned at the small compliments, his eyes staying locked on yours as he continued to thrust into you. He watched as your eyes grew heavy and you almost lost your words.
âCanât even talk anymore, baby?â Eddieâs eyes clenched shut for a moment as your legs surrounded his waist. He groaned at the words that came out of your mouth but he had no intentions on stopping.
He leaned down to kiss you again, the kiss was sloppy and wet as his pace began to quicken. His hand grabbed your thigh, keeping it against him as he picked up the pace.
âYouâre such a good girl, taking it all for me,â Eddie said frantically between grunts. His quickened pace only meant one thing. He was going to finish soon.
âWhere do you want me to come?â He asked in a trembling breath.
âWhere do you want to come? I want you to have what you want,â You said before kissing his forehead, a small moment of affection during the rough, heightened experience. It was as if he could feel himself growing closer with each word and breath that came out of your mouth.
âInside you,â He declared in a grunt. âI wanna fill you,â The words left his lips before he could even think it through, but the sight of you beneath him, breathless and all
âGo ahead, baby. You can do it,â You said with lustful encouragement.
Your legs wrapped around him tighter as he was rutting against you. Your hand brought his head down to you and brushed away his messy curls. Once you saw his neck you started to suck at the sensitive area right below his jaw. He shuddered at the touch of your lips on his sensitive skin, breathing in deeply as you sucked.
âFuck,â he moaned, his head tilting back as his breathing became heavier. His body was tensing up, desperate to come undone, but he waited just a moment longer. âYou going to come too?â He said, breathless.
âUh huh,â You mimicked his volume, as you tugged lightly at his hair. He pinned you down pretty well, but there was still space for you to roll your hips up into him and so you did it, knowing itâd be the end of him. Eddie couldnât keep himself together any longer as he felt your hips roll up into him.
His breath hitched and caught in the back of his throat as his pace slowed, his body tensing up just a little bit more.
Then, after one more roll of your hips, he finally caved. He buried his head against you as you both came, groaning loudly as his hips gave a few sharp thrusts, riding his way through it.
He tried to catch his breath as he laid on top of you, taking a few moments before he pulled away to look at you while panting slightly.
âYou okay, pretty girl?â He asked, affectionately running his hand along your jaw.
âOh everything is perfect,â You exhaled happily.
Eddie let a goofy smile take over his face, and laid down next to you, pulling you into his side as he settled in next to you. Soon you were off back to sleep.
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Steamy Vacation
Male OC x Yeji x Yuna
Tags: 5k, cheating, oral, creampie, threesome
The story is not ours, we alternate the original story to match our desired settings.
âFuck! Yesss! Keep going!â Hwang Yeji moaned.
âAlmost there,â Minho told Yeji as he repeatedly impaled the ravishing idol with his cock.
âLittle bit longerâŚalmost there,â she said between breaths. âDo itâŚat the same time.â
Both of them were naked and having sex in the Jeju apartment bedroom. Minho had his arms on either side of Yeji as he was on top of her doing her in the missionary position. She had one of her legs wrapped around him and as her third orgasm of the afternoon approached, she reached up and grabbed onto his biceps.
âNow, Minho. Now! Annhhhh!,â She let out a loud moan as she came, and watching her o-face and feeling her already incredibly tight pussy clamp on his cock drove him to fill the condom he was wearing with his second load with her that day. He lowered himself to kiss her before rolling off of her. She let out a pleasurable sigh, and then said, âI love vacation sex.â
âYouâre happy to be out for a bit, or are you happy to be on vacation from your boyfriend?â
âWatch it,â she said giving him a playful slap. She didnât like him talking about her boyfriend, especially not while they were both naked together. Minho and Yejiâs boyfriend had never warmed up to one another. Minho wasnât sure what the deal was between Yeji and her boyfriend.
They had been dating for several years, but that didnât stop her from hooking up with him after that summer time in Busan, at first, he thought it was supposed to be a one-time thing but one thing led to another, now he just consider himself a lucky guy.
You bet he is.
âSorry,â he apologized.
âI need to take a shower,â she said, getting out of bed and walking naked to the bathroom.
âWant some help?â he asked as he followed her.
âNo, we need to get ready,â she told him.
âWe have time,â he said as he plopped the used condom into the trash bin.
âNot really, and we both know what will happen if we get in the shower together.â
âIâm not sure if you can, but I can control myself,â He said confidently, but jokingly. She did not give an audible answer, she rolled her eyes at him and then looked down. She slapped his cock lightly, and his erection bobbed up and down for a moment.
âAlright, fair point,â he conceded, âbut you know what we could be doing is better than seeing anything on Lotte.â
âYeah, sure,â she laughed. âLook, I promised Yuna Iâd take Hongsam for a walk before leaving, so you can go do that while I shower. This way I donât need to worry about you sneaking in with me.â
âSo youâre kicking me out?â
âTemporarily,â she answered and lightly pushed him back until he was outside the bathroom. Minho didnât put up a fight and just redressed. He then went to take Hongsam for a walk. Hongsam was Shin Yunaâs dog. The room he was just having sex with was the guest bedroom of Yunaâs apartment, which they rented while performing here in Jeju.
Minho too was visiting Jeju, but he was there for work and was staying at a hotel room that his employer was paying for. He was happy that his trip lined up with ITZY performing so he could see his friend perform on stage.
Though it appears as though Yeji might have had some other ideas for the trip as well. The two went to lunch together, and then she invited him back to Yunaâs place to hang out before the show. And from there, things quickly progressed into them having two rounds of sex on the guest bed.
After about thirty minutes, Minho took Hongsam back to the apartment and gave him a treat for doing his business. As Yeji got dressed, he took a quick shower to wash the sex scent off himself. Once they were both dressed, they got a quick bite to eat since they were planning on having a very late dinner with Yuna after the show.
Yuna had left them tickets and they were in their seats with five minutes to spare before the curtain opened. ITZY was great on stage, though Minho could not help but notice how good Yuna looked. Dressed in black with her legs exposed in black tights. He was still a little turned on from being with Yeji that afternoon and watching Yuna was not subduing those feelings.
Yeji notices after theyâve finished their performance. She saw how focused Minho was on the stage, and it was after the intermission that she thought she noticed a lump in his pants.
âI canât believe you had an erection,â she laughed.
âQuiet,â he tried to hush her.
âWas that just from watching us, or were you thinking about something else?â
âHoping I was thinking about this afternoon?â he quipped while waving at Yuna as she came out the door. She waved back but had to sign some fan autographs and take selfies before she could go with them.
âWant me to stand in front of you? Hide any boners you might get.â Yeji said.
âIs that the reason you want to stand in front of me? In case I get an erection, Iâll have someplace to hide it.â
Her teasing him had somehow morphed into some high-level flirting. As Yuna got closer, bringing more people closer to them, they quit talking. Though even when they went to go have dinner with Yuna, Yeji dropped a number of euphemisms and double-entendres during their meal. She told Yuna that they had Minhoâs âfull attentionâ throughout their performance. Minho was not entertained by this, but he did his best not to show it and have Yuna catch on.
After they eat, they all went back to Yunaâs apartment. Yuna went right to her room to change into sweatpants and a t-shirt, and then she took Hongsam outside for a quick walk. Minho thought it was time for him to leave, but Yuna told him to stay and they could hang out for a bit when she got back. Once she was out of the apartment, Minho turned to Yeji and snapped at her âWhat the hell was all that?â
âAll what?â she played coy,
âAll that stuff at dinner. All the erection innuendos.â
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
Minho paused and thought a moment. âYou know, I thought you were just making fun of me, but now Iâm thinking that youâre jealous that I might have gotten hard looking at Yuna.â
âThere was no might about it,â she snidely replied.
âSee I knew it.â
âLook, Minho, Iâm sorry you had a HARD time at dinner, but youâre crazy if you think I was jealous of anything.â
âIâll show you a hard time,â Minho snapped back and lowered the fly on his jeans. Yeji excitedly bit her lip as she saw him reaching into his pantsâŚ
When Yuna got back to her apartment, she heard some strange sounds and noticed that neither of her friends were anywhere in sight. She took off Hongsamâs leash and gave him a treat before she went to investigate. She followed the sound to the hallway and before she rounded the corner she heard a loud moan from a woman. Turning the corner, she found her friends in the hall.
âWhatâs going on here!â Yuna exclaimed. âI canât believe you two.â Of course, it was extremely obvious what was happening. Yeji was braced against the wall in the hallway with her pants down just above her knees, and Minho was right behind her with his pants below his ass, and his cock pumping in and out of Yeji.
âOh God, this isnâtâŚummmâŚâ Yeji tried to think of something to say.
âThis is exactly what it looks like,â Minho said and then withdrew his cock. Exposing his condom-wrapped hard cock to Yuna, with it glistening in the hallway light from her friendâs pussy juices.
âWow, she was pretty wet, huh?â Yuna said as she looked at his cock and took a few steps forward.
âYeah, she is,â he agreed.
âLet me ask, are you hard because of her, or because you are still thinking about me on stage?â Yuna asked, and Yeji laughed. Minhoâs head quickly snapped and looked at Yeji.
âYou told her? When?â He wanted to know.
âI texted her about it as soon as the show was over.â
âSo the whole time you were making subtle jokes during dinner?â he asked Yeji.
âI knew what she was doing,â Yuna answered.
âDonât worry, I found it flattering.â
Yuna then grabbed hold of his cock. âMaybe we should take this to the bedroom,â she suggested.
The three of them quickly moved into the guest room.
Yuna had Minho sit on the edge of the bed and she dropped down to her knees. She yanked off the condom and began sucking his cock. While Yuna hungrily sucked his dick, Yeji stood nearby and began stripping out of her clothes. Once naked she got onto the bed with him. She and Minho began kissing, and he reached out and began fingering her. Yeji moaned into his mouth when she felt him slide a second finger into her. Yeji eventually reached down for his cock that Yuna was still sucking on. Yejiâs hand replaced Yunaâs on his shaft and she began stroking him while Yunaâs lips and tongue focused on the tip. Eventually, it was all too much for Minho. He could no longer even concentrate on trying to kiss Yeji, he was just lost in the feeling of pleasure he was getting on his dick.
âSo how is she?â Yeji asked.
âSoooo good.â
âIs she better at it than me?â
âNo chance I am answering that,â he said smartly.
âAnd you really donât want to play that game,â Yuna teased Yeji before going back to giving him a blow job.
âWell, you do look good with a dick in your mouth,â Yeji teased her back. Yuna responded by flipping her off.
âShe is right, you do,â he told her honestly.
âYuna, Iâm going toâŚâ
âThen do it already,â she told him. Like with Yeji, Minho and Yuna had hooked up dozens of times after that summer in Busan. Also, just like Yeji, Yuna was currently dating a guy that Minho disliked. While Minho never got along well with Yejiâs boyfriend, it was Yunaâs that he really didnât much care for. He could not understand how they ever got together or why they are still together.
Normally he could feel Yuna swallowing as he came into her mouth, this time he could not. He found out the reason for that after he finished cumming. Yuna dragged her lips off his cock with a pop before opening her lips to show him all the jizz sheâd collected in her mouth. Yuna then got up off the floor and moved to Yeji. She grabbed her by the back of her head and pulled her in for a kiss. Minho watched as the two pretty idol kissed, and saw Yuna push some of his cum from her mouth to Yejiâs, with some trickled down the sides of both of their lips as they kissed and snowballed his cum.
Even after they had swallowed all of the cum, they continued to kiss. Yuna was the aggressor, and Yeji fell backward to the point that Yeji fell backward.
Yuna did not allow Yeji to escape and crawled onto the bed, so her knees were right on the edge with her feet hanging off of it, and her hand propped her up as she leaned over Her teammate before bending back down to kiss her some more.
Minho, just like any other guy in his position, could not help but get aroused by the sight next to him. If his dick deflated at all after the blow job, it was now back to full mass. He took off his shirt and kicked off his pants and boxers, which had pooled around his ankles as Yuna began to suck his cock again.
With Minho and Yeji now naked, there was only one person in the room who was still wearing clothes. Yuna except for having no shoes, was still dressed as she was when she took her dog out for a walk. That did not last long. Minho got off the bed, positioned himself behind Yuna and yanked down her sweatpants. She had a pair of white panties that were soaking. He could clearly see how wet they were.
He put his hands on Yunaâs ass and bent down to look at her flawless backside. Her smooth-shaven pussy was literally dripping wet as he ran his tongue along her slit, licking up all her excess juices. Yuna sat up and moaned as she felt his tongue. She then turned around to face him when she felt his tongue pull away.
âDonât tease meâŚâ she pleaded.
âTrust me, Iâm not,â he told her and then slid his hard cock inside of her. She was so wet that despite being crazy tight, he had no issue sliding his dick into her. Yuna moaned and smiled back at Minho, who began to fuck her from behind.
âGod I missed this,â he told her. âYou feel so good⌠so tight.â
âNnhhh yesss,â she said with pride about how tight she was.
âAhhh, Iâve missed this too,â Yuna told him as he slowly began working his dick in and out of her.
Despite Yuna laying on top of her, Yeji was feeling left out of the action. She reached up and gave Yunaâs hard brown reddish nipples a tweak. Yuna let out a bit of a yelp when she felt her nipples suddenly being played with.
âOh, oh, wow, already, ugghhh,â Yuna moaned. It had only been a few minutes, but Yuna was so aroused even before Minho had his cock in her that it didnât take long for her to reach the point of near orgasm. She grunted as her pussy gushed as she came, dripping down onto the bed she soaked the bedsheets beneath her. Minho pulled out of her and Yuna rolled over onto her back.
âThat was a good one,â she said, sounding satisfied.
âYou know, I was on the verge of something close to that before you interrupted us earlier,â Yeji said, reminding the other two that she two was still on the bed.
âI can help you out with that,â Minho replied.
âYou, better,â she told him. She had him lie down on the bed and was quick to get on top of him. She was quick to sink down on his dick and began riding him. While she was on top of him, Yuna slid next to him.
âDoesnât she have the cutest nipples,â Yuna whispered to Minho as she watched her friend methodically grind on her snatch on top of him.
âYeah, she does,â he agreed, as he reached up and cupped her tit and ran his thumb back and forth over her small nipple. Yeji moaned as she felt her tits being played with. Minho groaned as Yuna kissed the side of his neck. Having one idol ride him while the other kissed and rubbed his chest made him even more excited. He then grabbed Yejiâs hips and started thrusting his cock up into her. Yejiâs moans were getting louder as he fucked her hard and fast. After a few minutes, he flipped her over. Once again Yeji was on her back with Minho between her legs. She raised her legs and spread them wide as he pushed back into her. Just like the afternoon, Minho and Yeji were doing it missionary. However this time, Yuna was right there with them.
After stripping off her shirt and removing her pants completely, Yuna went back and forth kissing both of them. Now with Yeji on her back, Yunaâs hands roamed over her friendâs chest, playing with her tits. Looking over at Yuna, Minho could not help himself from reaching over and pushing two fingers into her tight cunt. He fingered her for a minute before pulling his fingers out and sucking them clean. Minho remembers the first time he ever went down on Yuna, and he couldnât believe how good she tasted and still tastes just as good now as she did then. He then pushed his fingers right back into her, which caused Yuna to moan right into Yejiâs mouth as they made out.
After several more minutes, Yeji got the orgasm she desired, but Minho still continued to pound her pussy. He thought about pulling out and driving back into Yuna, but she whispered something in his ear that made him change his mind.
âAre you close,â Yuna asked between neck kisses she was giving Minho.
âKind of,â he grunted.
Yuna then moved right up beside his ear, âCum in her,â she whispered, giving him a devilish smile. Unlike Yuna, Yeji almost always made Minho use a condom when they hooked up. He was so caught up in the moment that when he switched between the two women, he didnât think about a condom. Now that he had noticed it, he was becoming increasingly aware of how her pussy felt around his cock. He then began fucking her faster, harder.
âOhh ahnn, fuck!â Yeji called out in response to him taking things up a notch.
âThatâs it, Minho,â Yuna encouraged. âFuck her good, and fill her.â
âFill me?â Yeji asked. âWait, condom.â Youâre not wearing a condom?
âNo,â He informed her.
âAhhâŚshitâŚâ she said.
âJust let it happen. You know you want it,â Yuna advised Yeji. She thought for a moment, as Minho continued to rail her.
âFuck itâŚâ she gave in.
âSlut,â Yuna giggled at her.
Minhoâs response was to grab Yejiâs legs from out on the side and move her legs up over her head. He continued fucking her hard as he had her folded in half.
Yuna repositioned herself behind Minho as she watched her friends fuck. She encouraged him.
âStop holding back and do it, she wants it, breed her.â
He could feel her tits pressing into his back, her hands moving around his body, and her lips working on his neck and shoulder between whispering into his ear.
He looked down at Yejiâs face as he thrust into her. He could feel the build-up rising in his balls, and the look on her face said that she was closing in on another orgasm as well.
âI- Iâm gonna cum,â he announced, giving Yeji one last chance to back out. She just gave him a simple acknowledgment nod as she moaned. He gave three more pumps before burying his cock deep inside her.
âOh god, Minho,â Yeji moaned as she felt the steady stream of cum filling her unprotected womb.
When he did finally stop and did pull out, Yuna was right there to polish his dick clean of the mix of his and Yejiâs cum. Though Yuna did have ulterior motives as well. Even after she had given his cock a spit shine, she still kept blowing him for a bit longer, not giving his dick any chance to go down at all. Once she felt his cock twitching in her mouth, she knew he was ready to go.
She had Yeji move up on the bed and then she laid down herself between Yejiâs legs. Yuna then went to town on her friendâs well fucked pussy, freshly full and leaking with cum.
Yuna then lay on her stomach in front of him. He knew she loved to do it prone, and he had an open opportunity to do that, but he was going to put that on hold for a minute. He had already creampied Hwang Yeji; there was no way he was not going to do it to Shin Yuna as well, but first, he was going to eat that pussy.
Minho got down low and spread Yuna's legs. Feeling him move her, she gave up little resistance and allowed him to move her body as he pleased. With her legs now open, he then spread Yuna's ass with his hands, allowing him deep into her while burying his tongue.
For the next several minutes, the three of them were laying in a straight line. Minho laying on his stomach eating Yuna out, who was laying on her stomach eating out Yeji, who was on her back. Yeji was the first to cum, as she cried out while grabbing onto the bedding which between sweat and cum was becoming wetter and wetter.
Before Yuna could have one of her own, Minho pulled away from her. She let out a disappointing groan. That groan was soon replaced by a sudden squeal from the petite idol as she felt Minho wedge his cock into her cunt. Yuna was still eating her friend even after Yeji orgasmed, However, she soon became too distracted to continue. She almost had an orgasm from his tongue as he took her prone on the bed.
âYes, Minho, keep going,â Yuna moaned.
She was now holding onto the bed tightly. She was so close that she began rocking her body back into him. It was only a matter of time, Minho could feel the buildup happening, and then suddenly she popped. Yuna cried out and once again she drenched the bed below her as her body twitched in orgasm bliss. Minho pulled out as soon as he felt her cumming. God knows he loved that feeling from her, but he loved it a little too much and was not ready to be done with her.
While Yuna was cumming, and then coming down from her high, Yeji moved in and she repeated what Yuna had done and sucked his cock clean of the otherâs juiced. Once she had sucked him clean, both Minho and Yuna were ready to take things to the next step.
Neither were usually much for reverse cowgirl, but there was a full-length mirror across from the bed and on the far wall. He sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled Yuna on top of him. She sat right on his cock and began to bounce on it. The two of them are looking at each other in the mirror. She has a bright smile on her face and her perky tits are shaking as she bounces up and down on his dick. For the first two minutes or so, Minho is just happy to observe Yuna. Putting aside the sensation of her tight pussy gripping his dick as it moved up and down the shaft, seeing a naked Yuna bouncing like this made him feel extremely lucky.
Eventually, he did get into the action, brushing her hair over to one side, and then moving his hands around her body. One hand when north to cup her breast and the other traveled south between her legs. As she had done to, him, he began kissing the side of her neck as he rubbed her clit and tweaked her nipple.
âYou know this was what I was thinking about when you were on stage, right?â he said into her ear. âAs good as you looked on stage, I couldn't stop thinking about your sexy body and how you'd look doing all that without anything on.â
âThatâs why you got hard?â
âUm-hm,â he said as he kissed her neck. âAnd then my mind went to how much missed the feeling of cumming inside your tight pussy.â
âMaybe you should stop thinking about it and do it already,â
âYou want that?â He asked her.
âYou know I do,â she moaned. Minho had her spin around. She was now sitting on his lap, facing him, with her legs wrapped around his back. With their faces just inches apart now, they began making out as they fucked. Yuna rolled her hips while on top of him. He did not give her any warning before cumming. He just moaned into her mouth as they kissed and let it go. Exploding his load into her. When she felt him cumming, she moaned right back to him and her nails dug into his shoulder. Even as he was cumming she continued to move her hips until she got off once again as well. After they finished, they moved back and laid on the bed next to Yeji, who had been fingering herself while watching her friends fuck .
The three of them all lay in a pile in the guest bed for a few minutes, catching their breaths and coming down from the sexual high. Yuna suggested that if they were going to go to sleep, they should all go to her bedroom. She didnât say why, but they all knew the why. Between sweat, cum, and vaginal fluids, the sheets on the guest bed were at a minimum moist, and in spots were just flat-out soaked. So they got out of the guest bed and headed to the master bedroom, but before getting back into bed it was suggested that they should all take a quick shower first.
While they washed the sex off of each other, there was a significant amount of bumping, grinding, and touching as they shared the shower. Some of it was unintentional, some of it not so much. The bumping increased as Minhoâs shaft swelled to its full size. Yeji and Yuna enjoyed teasing him.
Although the teasing from the two pretty idols was becoming a little too much for him. He finally snapped when Yeji dropped the loofa and bent down with her straight legs and her ass pointed right at him as she went to pick it up. He couldnât help himself and quickly moved right up behind her and thrust half his cock into her.
âAhh! Fuck!â Yeji yelped in surprise.
âTell me to stop, and I will,â he told her as he pushed the rest of his cock inside of her. She said nothing, so he began fucking her. Yeji raised back up a bit and put her arms out to brace herself against the shower wall. Yuna was not going to be left out of the action. She moved to the side of both Yeji and Minho. With one hand she pulled his face down to kiss her, and with her other hand, she moved it between Yejiâs legs and teased her clit.
âOh god, seriously Yuna?â Yeji moaned and questioned her friend as she felt her love button being played with. Not to leave her out, Minho moved a hand between Yunaâs legs and fingered her while the two of them made out as he fucked Yeji. With the two of them working on her, Yeji did not last long. She let out a moan and her leg buckled as she came. Minho grabbed her around her waist to make sure she did not fall.
Once she was steady on her feet, Minho pulled out of her and turned to Yuna. She then wrapped her arms around his neck and leapt up. Minho grabbed her body and quickly had his cock completely embedded in her. As they fucked, Yeji gave herself another long rinse under the shower spray before leaving the stall.
âYou two have fun,â she said then gave him a long loving kiss. âThanks for today,â she told him before stepping out of the shower and wrapping herself in a towel.
Meanwhile, Yuna and Minho were lost in their own lust-filled world, aggressively fucking against the glass of the shower stall. Yuna had her back against the glass with hands holding onto the top of the shower above, and her legs over his shoulder. The two were going at it, until Minho tried to readjust his stance and almost slipped on the shower floor, nearly bringing them both tumbling to the floor.
After that, they briefly stopped what they were doing, turned off the water, and exited the shower. They did not move far as they set up right on the large bathroom countertop. Yuna stood in front of the counter and bent down at the waist, pushing her ass back against him. He quickly got behind her and lifted her leg onto the counter before sliding his manhood straight back into pristine her pussy. As they fucking on the counter they maintained eye contact nearly the entire time through the mirror.
âGod, Yuna. You feel so fucking tightâ he groaned.
âEhm-mm, anhhh, fuckâŚâ
âI can't hold out for much longer.â
âCum inside me...pleaseee, AnhhhâŚâ
âTurn around!â he said.
Yuna had barely gotten her foot on the floor when Minho grabbed her hips, spun her around, and lifted her onto the counter. He quickly inserted his cock back into her. After two more pumps, Yuna expressed her desire for him to unload inside of her.
âNow Minho, do it now!â She demanded him and his cock busted, and that feeling got Yuna to hit her climax as well. They both came hard. He moved in to kiss her, and they exchanged a series of kisses, as euphoria from their orgasms died down. They cleaned up a bit and went into the bedroom and saw Yeji sleeping in the bed. Minho had to work the next morning and debated heading to his hotel at that point in the night.
Yuna asked him to stay and when he was still on the fence, she promised him a morning blowjob before he left. That made his decision an easy one. He set his alarm for a few hours and got into bed with his two idols friends. Yuna slept on her side in the middle of the bed facing Yeji, while Minho slept on the other side spooning Yuna.
Yuna kept her word and gave him a blowjob when his alarm went off the following morning. Minho got a great start to the day before heading to his hotel room for a quick shower and change of clothes before heading out to work.
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Yuna called him later that night.
âHey, do you mind coming over on Friday and taking Hongsam for a walk after youâre done with work? I can leave a key for you at the front desk.â
âOn Friday? Yuna you know thatâs my last night here. I was planning on going out with people after work.â
âI know, but I thought you could help me out and then we can do something after the show.â
âSo you want me to take your dog out and then just hang out at your place alone for a few hours?â
âYes, but I would put it as more as, I was hoping youâd be waiting in my bed⌠preferably with your pants on the floor.â
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SL*T HIM OUT !
a/n: sometimes it doesnât hurt to be more of a freak than ur man is...! im sorry to the babies who voted 4 fluffy sugu. also not tagging bc this intro is alr so damn long đ
warnings: soooo filthy, lots of dirty talk, freaky!reader, modern au!gojo, online voyeurism / exhibitonism. implied cockwarming, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink, light spanking (like once), gojoâs friends listen in, reader calls geto, m! masturbation (gojo), cult leader!geto, public sex (in front of his cult), clit stimulation, exhibitionism, power play (?), pussy slaps, squirting, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink (geto), exhibtiionism as well, oral (m receiving), handjob, semi-public sex (in a car), cum shot, implied creampie / breeding kink, cum eating, brief daddy kink @ the end (nanami), lie back oral (m receiving, basically an upside down bj lol), deep-throating, face-fucking, fingering, clit stimulation, spitting (in TOJIâs mouth!), cum eating (toji), n*sfw under the cut
âś GOJO
gojo thought his best friend and him were truly nasty people, exchanging videos of fucking their sneaky links, lewd photos of his cock in some chickâs mouth and sharing hookups between themselves several times, but when gojo had gotten together with you, itâs like the only time heâs got one-upped by someone repeatedly.
you, with your bright, blinding smiles and kind disposition being such a filthy slut behind closed doors. gojo can hardly hold in his moans as he tries to focus on the game in front of him, but you decided that cockwarming was too much of a waiting game that youâre disobeying your boyfriend and moving your hips.
âfâ fuck, angel, didnât you p-promise?â heâs already felt your cunt clench around him too many times for him to be saying stupid shit like that and itâs clear heâs not even following his own rules when his hips jerk up from his gaming chair and into your dripping cunt. itâs leaking so much heâs sure he needs to change the covers of it, soaking his cock and balls that thereâs a wet patch of your juices under him.Â
âyouâre moving too, though,â you click your tongue with a grin, not caring about his friends on the game with him as you bounce fully, now. âj-jusâ canât resist my boyfriendâs fat cock, now, can i?âÂ
gojo swears lowly at the praise and by now his control over his character in the game is lost to pleasure, too intoxicated with how your cunt squelches around his length and his hands leave his controller to cup your ass. his hips are meeting yours in shorter, desperate thrusts.
âwâ wanna call, suguru, baby?â youâre whining into his neck and you can feel the brief nod; he was never opposed to your whorish ways, hearing the receiver pick up almost immediately and getoâs face comes on his display: shocked, half hard already and bothered.
âstretchinâ this pussy out sâmuchâ mmhââ you turn back momentarily to give geto on the video call a drunk smile and a wave, interrupted by gojoâs harsh smack on your ass and a loud moan falls from your lips when he snaps his hips into yours, stark blue eyes trained on your cockdrunk face.
âwhoâs making you feel this good, slut?â
a hand goes up to squeeze your cheeks together and in gojoâs peripheral vision he can already see geto stroking his cock. his friends are probably disgusting too, muting their mics and jerking off, but a dirty girl like you loves it, donât you?
âyâ you are, âtoruâ shit!â sat on gojoâs cock for too long makes you like this: crazed, filthy, and mixed in with getoâs impatient hand on his cock and gojoâs words in your ear? itâs not difficult to cum with âyes, yes, yesââs leaving your lips, back arching into gojoâs hand as he fucks you like a fleshlight, sloppy thrusts hitting you deeper and deeper in you, you swear you see heaven with tears lining the corner of your eyes when gojo shoots his long awaited cum right into your puffy pussy and gojoâs head dig hards unto his headrest.
but gojo knows you arenât done, moaning softly into his ears for you to turn him over and ways showing suguru what he canât have.
âlook at how much iâve bred my pretty girl, suguru,â getoâs eyes stay locked as his best friend tugs his cock out of you, cum spurting out in loads and staining your pussy white that itâs got him reaching his climax with a choked groan, hands squeezing ribbon after ribbon of cum out of his cock and you watch, entranced. gojo swears he feels you clench and he grins. âmaybe one day youâll see your cum seeping out of her, heh.âÂ
âś GETO
geto never liked humans â heâs made that much clear when he turned his back on jujutsu high and committed to his cause â but sometimes when pussyâs just too good, he canât help but fuck it once in a while, or in this case, every day since you loved it.
âthisâ f-fuckââ getoâs slamming into you from behind, both hands wrapped around your biceps so hard it might as well make marks, but you hardly care when it holds you up so well as you take his throbbing cock repeatedly. your bodyâs limp, letting him use you in front of his cult.
âthisâ is how you breedâ a cute little humanââ suguru struggles to speak through his thrusts, hardly focused on his followers watching with gaping mouths and possibly tents in their pants. gross men, they were, but he doesnât give one fuck knowing heâs the only one to have your pussy every single time. geto stays hypnotised by your dripping cunt sucking him in, clenching just as you lock eyes with one of his followers. âyou could be getting treatment like this butââ
âg-geto-samaâ harder, harder!â you whine when he yanks you up and hooks a hand under your knee. it drives him deeper into you easily, large cock reaching all the spots in you that you can feel your knee buckling. donât worry, getoâs got you perfectly, but he smiles when youâre spreading your legs more.
âbut youâre too busy being shitty fucking monkeys.â geto swears into your neck, robes removed hastily so he could have all of you and he switches positions again and carries you with both legs over his arms, shutting your pleas up for his cock by pulling your back against his chest and shoving him back into you from behind with a bit of your help.
youâre spread out like a buffet so nicely now, feet dangling lifelessly like a doll as his hips piston up into you from below and your praise falls from your mind for a moment. âsuguruâ sâdeep, gimme more, pleaseâ!â
he doesnât mind when youâre more than his worshipper in his quarters at night, muttering out a soft yeah? just for you to hear, fingers slapping your clit roughly and youâre jerking roughly, tongue lolling out and eyes rolled to the back of your head. itâs so hot, and suguruâs so strong, holding you up like this.
âthis is how real men fuck,â geto declares as dramatically as always, continuing to land smacks on your pussy before youâre tensing up and your head falls on his shoulder, squealing.Â
âcummingâ sugu! gânna cumâ haahâŚâ geto simply laughs when your body fully surrenders to him and youâre squirting all over the floor, juices littering the tatami mats and onto some of the faces of the followers, convulsing so much around his cock that heâs cumming soon after you, pumping you full just like the many times heâs done to you privately.
you feel him twitch in you and you donât mind the drool leaving everyoneâs mouths at that point, planting a sloppy kiss on his lips as you hear his praise against your lips â âthatâs a good whore, taking all my cum like an obedient cum dump.âÂ
âś NANAMI
nanami wasnât aware of your high sex drive when you first dated â so when youâre dragging him past the higher-ups and the many sorcerers into some random limousine and slamming him against the door, heâs pleasantly surprised, although not too pleased at gojo shouting into the open air how yeaaahh! nanamiâs getting some toniiighht!
sure, he mightâve been a little held back â he was never one for anything public, but feeling your hand tugging on his to rest between your legs and how your might not have worn underwear tonight, he was thinking he might need to do something about it.
but nanami is usually too afraid, so he willingly lets you pull him instead into one of the random limos outside the fancy gala venue. at this point thereâs too many sorcerers at the event that he isnât even sure who the driver escorted here, but it turns out to be one of tokyoâs, unknown of your current need to have nanami down your throat and up your pussy.
nanamiâs cheeks burn when the driver recognises his voice.
âah! nanami-san, back to jujutsu high?â
all the while, youâre yanking at his pants and pulling st his underwear, him torn between letting you do what you want and having some decorum in front of a junior. but youâre whispering against his half-hard cock, pressing light kisses on his leaking tip that maybe it isnât so bad succumbing to you sometimes.
âneeded your cock since i saw you in this suit, kentoâ mmfghââ youâre quick to descend on his dick, not caring if he was still hardening. that was your favourite part, feeling him stretch to his full size while still in your mouth, words a mere whisper that youâre grinning at the possibility of getting caught.
âshitââ nanami groans softly when you bob your head, thankful the partition was slid close and all cars for sorcerers are usually muffled pretty well for confidentiality (gojo requested it, god knows why) â because from here he can hear you slobber over him unforgivingly and noisily, not caring about consequences one bit.
âangel, you gotta be quieter⌠fuckkkâŚâ you lick a long stripe up his cock, his ears picking up on the way you play with yourself under your dress and nanami scoffs at how much audacity you had, pulling you off immediately and pushing you into the seats.
though, nanamiâs streak of confidence is lost once he feels his tip prod at your hole. he can feel you squeeze around him so tightly that you take over, collecting your slick easily by drawing his cockhead along your folds. itâs so disgusting and hot, hearing the slick squelch around before youâre pushing him into you and youâre letting out a drawn out moan.
âkentoooâŚâ
ânanami-san? everything okay?â
you giggle softly, shouting across to the driver, âeverythingâs well, tsugimo-san!â
âahhâ (y/n)-san, i was unaware you were here tooââ hips push back on his cock and nanami bites his lip so hard he tastes copper. youâre so wet you get right in, buried right up to the hilt, hissing softly at the way your ass ripples against him, âboring party huh?â
you laugh, âsoooo boring,â itâs disguised as a whine, moving your lower body back on nanami and itâs a wonder heâs able to stay so still in the vehicle â while heâs gotta praise tsugimo for driving so steadily, he thinks itâs because of his fear of getting caught that makes him so still and rigid.
the thrill is unlike any other, though, so he takes the chance, hooking both hands under your neck and pulling.
âsorry to hear that, (y/n)-san! well, rest up back there.â oh, poor tsugimo had no idea you were getting your guts arranged by your lover, head tipped back all the way while your back arches and your moans are shamelessly loud. nanami bullies his cock into you, too in love with your tight, pretty cunt as he tries to keep his grunts to a low.
âcâmon, câmon, câmon,â nanami rasps despite the loud pap! pap! pap! of his balls thatâs heâs convinced heâs going to get a warning letter tomorrow but at least heâll have this memory to jerk off to next time: your sweet cunt gushing around him, arousal giving away the racy things you were doing. he can feel his approaching high, the twitching of his cock obvious enough that you notice too until youâre forcing yourself off of him. nanamiâs a little disappointed in not being able to paint your insides white butâ
youâre skilfull (and excited) by the way youâre manoeuvring yourself onto the carpeted floor of the limo, pushing nanami that he falls back onto the leather seats and both hands wrap around his throbbing cock.
âgive me all your cum, kento,â you mumble, the two hands pumping him hastily straight up offensive as you fill the car with the slickest noises. tongue outstretched and your warm, soft hands moving at a steady pace has nanami cumming with a muffled groan and jolting hips, angry tip spurting so much semen into your mouth. your arms never stop, milking him dry as you suckle on his cockhead, slurping up the cum that threatens to spill out.
âmmhhâ sâmuchâŚâ it has your lover panting, watching you smother his seed along the bottom half of your face messily and he thinks maybe, maybe, this could be his second favourite place to cum on.
â...cum. need some more, daddy.â
âś TOJI
toji chuckles when you beg with another flutter of your eyelashes, simply leaving a soft peck on your lips and he drags you gently â a entire 180 from how how heâs got you on your back now, getting your pulse up from how his cock is past your face and reaches your throat.
âya sure you want this, baby?â
you roll your eyes, tugging on him and making him let out a soft groan, letting you have your way as you stroke him needily. youâve been wanting to have him down your throat while on your back for the longest time, wanting to feel that uncomfortable stretch of your jaw and getting his cockhead as deep as you could into your mouthâ
youâre already doing your own thing, swirling your tongue around tojiâs tip and playing with his balls, before you feel the other pump himself, spitting on his palm to get it wet just a little before easing himself into your throat. the stretch is delicious with how big toji is, seeing himself bulge in your throat by how deep you were taking him.
âohâ s-shit, thatâs it. mouth so fuckinâ warmââ you moan around his cock, mouth stuffed full and hands kneading at his thighs that he takes it as the green light to go. itâs slow, at first; heâs afraid to hurt you and yet youâre humming around him, gargling on his dick so dirtily that he canât help but thrust.
itâs a hundred times better than you going down on him normally, letting him fuck your mouth upside down. toji smiles when you guide his hand to your clit with no problem and as he leans forward he reaches the hilt in you. you whimper around him, the smile spreading into a sick grin as he rubs lazy circles upon your clit.
âmâslutty girl needs it that badly, hm?â toji accentuates each word with slaps against your pussy, already so wet from being in such a provocative position and having your boyfriendâs shaft in your mouth â toji laughs when he inserts his fingers and your hips buck up, while his never falters; heâs always been the best at masking how he felt.
toji moans at the way you gurgle on his cock, slipping out momentarily to let you breathe. itâs nice seeing you so slutted out, drool dripping down your face paired with a grin. you spit on him from below, stroking his cock for a bit before heâs back in your mouth. you clamp down on his fingers when he starts to set an relentless pace, slamming into your mouth while needy moans send vibrations up his body.
âtakinâ me like a good lil girl, arenât ya?â toji swears lowly at the way his fingers disappear into you, both holes of yours filled to the brim. âgânna cum, doll.â
your forearms close around his thighs, head falling off the edge of the bed as you hollow your cheeks even more and breathe through your nose. his hips are turning sloppy and loose now, losing its pace altogether as he ruts into your warmth.
âtake my load down your throat, babyâ f-fuckââ itâs abrupt when toji cums, thighs pulled taut under your hands and his hips still. his fingers also lose control, hand cupping your cunt instead as ribbons of his cum flood your throat. youâre swallowing part of it, popping his cock out of your mouth and turning over onto your knees.
the sheer size of toji always excites you, towering over you but you ignore the throb of your pussy to shove your lips onto his, making him taste himself â itâs spit everywhere, leaking from the corners of your mouths and when you pull away thereâs a string of saliva connecting the both of you.
you simply thumb his bottom lip, the familiar scar running against the pad of your thumb and toji only slyly smiles, opening his mouth willingly. heâd never let anyone do this, but you gather a glob of saliva and spit it into his mouth, a mixture of cum and drool and toji just fucking loves how lewd you are.
âthanks, mama,â toji lands a playful slap on your ass and you giggle, âdoinâ so well, always.â
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Five Hargreeves x Fem!reader Synopsis: Five has a rather outrageous crush on his niece's tutor, so Lila and Diego decide to set them up by inviting her to their daughter's birthday party. Word Count: 1.7K Tags: Fluff, season 4, Crackfic, everyone knows they like each other but they are being stupid Note: sorry this took so long to come out, i had half written in august but only finished it now, not really proofread yet so mind any mistakes!
âYou came!â the delighted voice of Grace Hargreeves shouted out as the girl bounded her way toward you. Enveloping you in a larger-than-life hugÂ
âOf course I did! I told you I would, didnât I?â you questioned the girl, struggling to hug her back with her present in your hands.Â
âYes, but-â the girl started, not able to meet your eyes, embarrassed at her thoughtsÂ
âBut nothing!â you quickly interrupted her. âNow go play with your friends. I need to find your mom or dad and figure out where to put your present.â You shooed the girl away towards her friends.Â
Luckily, you didnât need to look far, Lila spotted you almost immediately after her daughter left you. The woman quickly made her way over to you with a large smile on her face, mirroring her daughters. She quickly pulled you into an excited hug before pulling away and taking the present off your hands.Â
âSo glad you could come, Grace had been asking repeatedly if her favourite tutor was coming.â Â
âIâm her only tutor?â you questionedÂ
âThatâs what I said!â The woman laughed, glee apparent in her features as she grabbed your hand with the one not carrying your present, walking you towards where all the adults were unfortunately stationed watching the children, some looking like they would rather be anywhere else.Â
âDiego!â Lila called out to her husband, who quickly turned towards her, his smile widening when he noticed you stood next to her. He quickly hugged you in greeting before turning his attention to his wife.Â
âWhere did you put the pinata? Luther and I are going to set it up.âÂ
âUm,â Lila looked around, spinning around in a circle to survey the area when her gaze locked onto someone near the ball pit. âFive!â The woman called out, waiting for him to look at her before she continued, âCan you bring the pinata over? Thanks!â She quickly called out before rushing off, mumbling something about needing to get the cake.
The man in question quickly made his way over, holding a very familiar-looking piĂąataÂ
âIs that an east side piĂąata?â you questioned as Five handed it over to Diego, who looked at you with so much relief you thought you could've saved his life
âYes,â he practically shouted in glee. âYes, it is!â looking around smugly for someone, but you weren't sure whoÂ
âYou might need a bit of a heavier hand with that then. At my younger cousin's birthday last week, it took an adult to hit it for the candy to come out,â you warned the older man. He simply nodded, walking off to put it up, a large smile still present on his face,Â
âHiâ the man you were left with almost whispered, believing that he would scare you off if he came on too strong.Â
âHi, Five,â you smiled in greeting, âI haven't seen you at the house recently. Been busy?â you replied. Truthfully, wanting to keep talking to the attractive man,Â
âYeah, sorry, been working overtime at the CIA, sure you understandâ he smiled slightly at your attention to his lack of presence lately. Making him believe that maybe Lila and Diego were right about your reciprocation of feelings towards him
 âHow has University been?â he questioned, wanting to keep the conversation goingÂ
âVery goodâ, you respond. Hand on hips at his disbelief in your answer, shock evident on your face âHonestly!â you smile,
âI mean, I'm on Christmas break at the moment, so thereâs not much to do other than tutoring.â You shrug your shoulders, trying to hint to the man that maybe the two of you could spend some time together. But before Five could reply, Klaus came bouldering over with Claire.Â
âFive! Lovely to see you!âÂ
The man greets his brother, Klaus, you quickly learn from Five's replyÂ
âAnd this is?â Klaus asks, gesturing towards you when Claire whispers to him.Â
Klaus âThe tutor! We have heard so much about you!â
âReally?â you questioned, looking down at your feet in nervousness. âI didn't know Grace spoke about me so much.â
âOh, not from Grace-â Klaus began, a large cheeky smile covering his face. But he was quickly interrupted by the feeling of a hand on his gloved one, causing him to pause in alarm. When he was quickly dragged away by Claire, her eyes wide in alarm, while Five was glaring at him with such ire you could imagine Hades opening up hell for whoever was at the other end of it.
âIt was lovely to meet youâ, he shouted as his niece pulled him further away from you.
You smiled, a clumsy laugh tumbling out as you looked at Five, his hands covering his face in annoyance, but a clear smile was present on his face when he removed his hands, but before either of you could say anything more, a familiar head of hair came running towards you.
âHow is the birthday girl doing?â you ask, ruffling her hair as she smiles widely at you.
âAmazing, but I would feel even better if you watched me go down the slideâ, the girl replied cheekily, making a small scoff come out of her uncle's mouth at her words.Â
âWell, we can't have the birthday girl not be at max amazingness, can we?â you teased as she led away from Five and towards the play area. An apologetic smile on your face as you left him, hoping that it wasn't the last time you would speak to him today. Â
ââ â§
You didnât see the brunette again until much later, stood by the ball pit after having escaped the herd of parents asking you intrusive questions, you were sure you wouldâve blown a fuse if anyone else asked why you were still single as you were âsuch a lovely girl.âÂ
âFinally freed yourself from the lionesses, I seeâ, Five joked as he came to stand next to you, beer in hand. âIt seems Klaus has not been so lucky.â You looked over to see that they had now set their sights on the boy crowding around him like paparazzi.Â
âRemind me to stay clear of that side of the room,â you complained, hands rubbing at your temples in worry that they would begin to hurt âThere's only so long I can handle being asked about my lack of boyfriend before I strangle one of them,â you admitted, not catching the man's smile at your words.
âDonât worry, I'll protect you,â he proclaimed.
âYes, I'm sure you will be much a deterrent to the herd of mamas,â you joked, laughing at his recoil, head shaking in amazement at your goading.
âYou really know how to make someone feel good about themselves, don't you?â he teasedÂ
âClearlyâ, you smiled, sarcasm laced heavily in your response.
The balls in the ball pool quickly flew up as a man emerged from them, causing you to jump back in alarm as Luther popped his head up from below, a large smile on his face at catching you off guard, eyebrows raising slightly as he noticed his brother stood next to you. After a laugh, you spoke pleasantries with the man, trying to ignore Five's hard glare that he was directing at him. The younger-looking male sighed loudly, causing the two of you to look towards him, the eye contact made the man go red in embarrassment before clearing his throat, looking exacerbated.Â
âI thought you were helping Diego set up the pinata?â
âI was?â The larger man questioned, eyes wide as he looked around the party, clearly alarmed that he wasn't doing what Five had mentioned, scampering out of the ball pit when he saw Diego, but before he could make his way over, Diego called out for everyone to come over for the game so the three of you slowly made your way towards the growing group of children and adults. Five made sure to lead you over to an area with less noisy parents, making you smile in thanks as he grabbed you by the small of the back to lead you away when a parent tried to call out for you.  Â
To say the next few moments were a disaster would be an understatement, mirroring your earlier words as the pinata was from the east side no matter how hard Grace or her friends would hit the object, it wouldn't break. Luther, clearly wanting to make it up to Diego for missing the memo to help him, tried to use his strength to break the Pinata, and while the Pinata did break, so did the birthday cake. Bits of it went everywhere like a volcano explosion, covering all the guests, much to the children's joy and parents' horror.Â
You now stood off to the side, trying to get any larger pieces of cake out of your hair, laughing at the furious faces of the other adults. When Five gave you a napkin, you smiled, letting out a quiet appreciation as you wiped at your face. Feeling that you had gotten enough off, you turned to the boy, laughing at his cake-covered face.
âHere,â you said, moving to wipe some cake off his cheek with the napkin, trying to contain your giggles, he smiled brightly as you moved away from him slightly, his own hand coming to tuck a strand of hair full of icing behind your ears and then regretfully retracting his hand
âDo you wanna get out of here? Maybe go to a coffee shop where my siblings won't interrupt us every few minutes?â he asked, fingers fidgeting with nerves.Â
âLike a date?â you questioned, trying not to get your hopes up, smiling up at him, head tilting slightly to the left as you pondered his words.
âIf you wantâ he replied pensively.Â
âI doâ, you quickly rebutted, smiling as the boy led you towards the door with a matching grin on his own face.
ââ â§
âI told you he would ask her out tonight,â Diego spoke smugly, watching as his brother helped you put on your coat, his wife watching, annoyed beside him.
âI thought it wouldâve taken him until our Christmas party.â Lila rebutted, clearly annoyed that she had lost
âBut I suppose it is about time you won one of our betsâ, she replied smugly, quickly lowering Diego down a peg as the two watched you and Five leave their daughters' birthday party, hands intertwined.
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My Wedding Date is an Escort!
Summary: When invited to your best friend's wedding, you panic. One of the groomsmen, Toji Fushiguro, is your ex-fiancè. Not wanting to deal with probing questions and the embarrassment of being single, your friend Haibara recommends using an Escort! Taking a leap of faith, you book one, the hottest one. Gojo Satoru is hot, sweet, and funny! The package deal! Men and Women pay thousands to go on a date with him (even more, which he doesn't do often). So when your request comes in, the desperation and pleading tone of your voice. Gojoâs heartthrobs, even more so when you tell him you don't want to have sex.
Pairing: Escort!Gojo x FAB Reader
Word Count: 3,882
Warning: Mentions of depression, anxiety, language, steamy kisses, pillow walls
A/N: Ah yes, trauma dumping before things get super spicy!!! Love the communication, itâs giving this could be a great relationship but itâs complicated. If you want to be included in the tag list, you MUST have your age in your bio PLEASE!!! Thank you!!
Part One Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight
Your breathless words had the world crashing down around Satoru as he stared at your flushed face. His eyes widened as he released you, his own heart hammering in his chest. He had never lost control like that before! But there was this pull in his chest, one that screamed that he needed to protect you from the walking douchebag with black hair away from his; no, what the fuck? Not his girl, his client!Â
âHoly fuck, I'm sorry! Shit, uhm, I shouldn't have done that.â Satoru grumbled, scrubbing his hands down his face. âIâm sorry.â
Your fingers trailed slowly over your lips. They were still tingling. âNo, it's okay. I almost blew our cover.â Satoru slowly dragged his hands down his face, his eyes transfixed on you as you spoke. âThat was all part of the act. If you didn't do that, it wouldn't have looked as convincing.â Satoru visibly seemed to relax, shoulders slumping as he sighed.
âThank fuck.âÂ
âIt was just weird.âÂ
âI'm sorry?âA white eyebrow cocked up at your words. âMe kissing you was weird? Was it bad?âÂ
Your face flushed more, the heat spreading across your cheeks before setting over your chest. âOh god, that came out wrong!â Your hands shot up in defense. âI-I didn't mean like that, Satoru! I justâI haven't kissed anyone in over a year and a half. So I guess I justâyeah, Iâm rusty.â
âNo,â you jerked your head up, âno, it was nice.â Stunning blue eyes softened, making you swallow hard. He thought it was nice. He is the hottest man on the planet, and ESCORT thought kissing you was nice.
What the fuck was this life?
Snapping out of the trance Satoru had you in; you cleared your throat. âI-I think Iâm gonna take a s-shower!â You tossed the extra pillow to the futon on the floor. âOh, and uhm, that kiss was nice for me too.â You turned, bolting for the bathroom before slamming the door.Â
You slowly slid down it, sitting on the ground as you touched your lips. Satoru had such soft lips. It felt really good being kissed like you were wanted. No, no, it was an act! It's all an act. An act that had Satoru pacing the floor as he ran his hand through his hair.
It was only once he heard the shower running that he sat on the ground. What the fuck was that?! His pale skin was almost red as he tugged at white tufts of hair. He never got flustered with clients before! Maybe he was going insane. He must be because his mind keeps replaying the kiss repeatedly.Â
The way you stiffened, how your hands gripped him so tight as he kissed you like he had never kissed a client before. Satoru slapped both his cheeks before shaking his head. That breathtaking kiss was nothing more than him doing his job. He was looking out for you as a client. Yeah, that was it. That asshole of a guy was the reason his heart was still racing as he thought of you and your lips.
By some miracle, both of you managed to pull your thoughts away from the kiss. You showered before switching with Satoru. He finally came out ten minutes later, grinning as he witnessed you placing the four extra pillows down the middle of the futon. You fluffed, pushed, and sat back to assess your constriction before repeating the process repeatedly until Satoru barked out a laugh from behind.
âQuit the impressive wall youâve built.â Looking over your shoulder, you watched Satoru pull a tank top over his head. He slowly pulled it down over chiseled abs that had to have been crafted by a Renaissance artisan. Because there was no way those were real. âIâve never had a client do that before.â
âPlease donât take it personally.â You whispered under your breath before fluffing another pillow. âIt makes me feel a bit better; I havenât shared a bed with anyone in a while.â
âHey, no worries, whatever makes you feel comfortable, you keep doing it.â
God, why was he so nice? Sure, you paid him the big bucks to pretend to be your boyfriend. But that didnât mean he had to be so understanding and kind regarding your antics. If anything, you would have assumed your pillow wall would have irritated anyone. You know for a fact that Toji would have hated it.
His kind, understanding patience had you transfixed on his movements as you both settled into bed. You were on your side, facing him as he stared at the ceiling, his hands resting behind his head. The silence wasnât at all awkward. It was comforting in a way. You didnât have to force yourselves to make dreadful small talk; you could enjoy the silence.Â
The silence, however, had questions eating away at your insides. âSatoru?â Your voice mingled with chirping crickets and the warm spring breeze outside. You waited until his head turned in your direction before you continued. âWould it be okay if I asked you a question?â His face softened as he nodded his head.
âOf course.âÂ
âWhy did you become an escort?â
Satoru chuckled, rolling onto his side so you both faced each other. âI think Iâve answered that question about a million times, so itâs easy.â His arm snaked around one of the pillows between you, hugging it to his chest. âI come from a pretty influential clan. Itâs all about power, money, and success with them, and being an only child, they expected a lot from me.â His eyes rolled. âThe old geezers kept going about when I would get married and have my own kids. And I didn't want anyone else feeling that way.â A cunning smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. âSo, I became an escort to help people.â He snickered, hugging the pillow tighter. âPlus, I get to annoy those controlling old farts. So itâs a win-win for me. But I still handle my family affairs; being an escort is like my second job.â His words were genuine, and they had you smiling.
âThatâs actually really sweet.â You shifted, inching just a bit closer to him. âYou seem like a genuinely nice guy, doing stuff like this for strangers.â You giggled nervously, shaking your head. âThat speaks volumes; I know youâre a nice guy, but I donât know a thing about you.â
âIâll tell you anything you want to know. Honestly.â
âReally?â
âReally.âÂ
âOkay, so do you like sleeping with your clients? Or has sex lost its spark?â You watched him curiously.
He shrugged a shoulder, smirking. âSex is still good when it's with a good partner. But I honestly don't sleep with a majority of my clients. One because, well, let's be honest, they can't afford it. I charge double the price of a single day for sex. So that's ÂĽ240,000.âÂ
âFor sex?!âÂ
âYep! So people can't afford it, especially when I do family events like this. But I usually refuse; I don't particularly like sleeping with someone unless I know them. You know?âÂ
You hummed, and Satoru grinned, inching himself closer. Another one of your constructed pillows shifted out of the way. âI understand. I'm glad you have the right to refuse.â He nodded, blue eyes almost sparkling in the light of the moon flooding the room. âHave you ever been in love?âÂ
âPuppy love, nothing more than that.â Satoru pursed his lips in thought. âBut I'm not opposed to falling in love someday.â
âGod,â you groaned, rolling into your back, âlook at me, asking you stupid questions like Iâm in high school.â
Satoru sat up, laying on his elbow as he looked down at you with a pout. âNo! No, I don't mind! I like talking to you.â He was leaning over you, smiling wide, white strands of hair falling in his face.
âI like talking to you too, Satoru.â
Satoru wanted to reach out and move Y/H/C strands out of your face. To see if your skin felt as soft as it looked, to feel your warmth. His hand moved, and just before it touched you, he dropped it, clenching it in the pillow
âY/N, could I ask you something?âÂ
âSeeing as I asked you something, it's only fair.â You smiled, and it was so fucking cute Satoru wanted to bury his face in the pillow and kick his feet. Restraining his urge, he cleared his throat.Â
âYou mentioned your ex in passing. I'm assuming it was that asshole from earlier?â You frowned, nodding. âI don't like to pry or push my clients, but I keep thinking about what you said. What did you mean by âwhy didn't he?â when I asked why he broke up with you.â
Sitting up, you sighed, eyes slowly shutting. Remembering that night was something you desperately tried to avoid. Satoru, however, had opened up to you, and he was helping you. Plus, he'd already caught a glimpse of Toji, so you might as well bite the bullet and tell him.Â
Sucking in a deep breath, you exhaled slowly, bringing your knees to your chest, hugging them. âToji Zenâin and I were high school sweethearts. He was my first for everything, so of course, I fell hard. We moved in together when we graduated high school into a small apartment in Kyoto. We got engaged at nineteen, and things went downhill.â Your grip tightened around yourself. âTo make a painfully long story short, Toji developed a gambling habit, burning through his savings while I was in college.â The sheets shifted as Satoru sat up, turning to watch you with narrowed eyes.
âSo, as a novice baker working at my parent's inn at twenty-one, I faced a dilemma. My fiancè was jobless, nonetheless, and behind on our rent.â The inside of your nose began to burn as tears threatened to escape. âI could leave him and focus on me and my career. I'd be losing my home and the supposed love of my life. Or I could use the money I saved up for pastry school to cover the rent we were behind on.âÂ
Sheets shifted, and a large hand gently grabbed your chin, forcing you to look into Satoruâs eyes. âYou didnât.â The tears streaming down your cheeks answered his question. âY/Nââ A sad, broken laugh sounded in your chest.Â
âI did. Used everything I saved up to keep us in our apartment for four years.â Nausea churned in your stomach as you laughed a little louder. âAfter all of that, everything I did, he broke off our engagement. He said he didn't love me, that he couldn't see himself with me five years down the road.â More tears fell down your cheeks, landing on the sheets. âToji said I was too focused on my career, my dreams, that I was eating too many sweets. That I wasn't as exciting as I used to be.â Satoruâs gaze darkened as you spoke, watching you wipe uselessly at your eyes. âThat devastated me, so I packed up, moved to Tokyo, and got pastry training. I haven't been back since.âÂ
âThat fuckinâ dick!â Satoru looked obviously upset over everything coming out of your mouth. âSeriously, you're beautiful, god I hate people like that!â No one should ever be treated the way you have been. To take care of a partner, give up on a dream for someone who you were supposed to marry, to have them pull shit like that. It made Satoru sick to his stomach.Â
âYeah, I'm still trying to get over it. In a way, I guess I'm happy it happened because I feel like I wouldn't have gotten as far in my career as I have. But the scars are still there, along with the trust issues. I can't bring myself to date anyone, let alone have sex.âÂ
Oh. Satoru perked up at you mentioning sex. You had told him you didn't need sex. The reasoning behind that was like an itch he couldn't scratch. You brought it up, so he might as well take the opportunity to ask while he had that.
âWhy is that? The sex part, I mean, you deserve your needs to be taken care of as much as the next person.â
âThat my friend is because he broke up with me right after we had sex. Imagine just having an orgasm, and your boyfriend gets off of you and tells you he wants to break up before listing everything wrong with you.â
âFuckinâ shithead.â Satoru wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into his chest and hugging you as tightly as possible. âI'm so sorry you went through that. He's an asshole for doing that to you.â Satoruâs hand gently stroked your head as your face rested in the crook of his neck. âI hope you recover soon because you deserve to feel loved and happy.â His hand paused as he snickered. âAnd have mind-blowing sex that makes you forget all about those bullshit excuses he gave you.âÂ
Gojo Satoruâs words and tone were so genuine you found yourself smiling into his neck. Your arms wrapped around him as you lay down. âI hope so, too. Thank you, Satoru.âÂ
âNo, thank you for sharing that with me; it means a lot.âÂ
The two of you stayed like that, his hand stroking your hair while you rested on his chest. Your pillow wall lasted thirty minutes and was never constructed again that night or the following one because there was a comfort you and Satoru found in each other.
The two of you had so much fun during the day. Laughing and talking as you would hang around with your family and friends. You told stories and jokes and went to dinners with the wedding party together. He got along well with everyone, and your friends liked him and his looks. At the same time, your parents admired him for helping around the inn, delivering towels to guests, and cleaning up with you. They saw him as a perfect partner, just like you had paid him to do it.
But you were beginning to wonder if it was just his job or just him being Gojo Satoru. The amount of laughing and talking you did in front and behind closed doors didn't feel like he was doing another job. He seemed to be enjoying himself truly. The days seemed to fly by, and it was hard to believe it was Wednesday night. Satoru walked you to the bar your friends were at for the bachelorette party. If it was Wednesday, you only had four days left with him.Â
âAre you planning on getting drunk, like super drunk?â Satoru asked, looking at you from over his sunglasses. âBecause that's a sight I would pay money to see.â
âNah, I'll have a few drinks, but I don't like getting hammered drunk.â You gently bumped your shoulder into his side. âYou sure you don't want to join us? The girls said theyâre okay if you join.â
âEh, I don't like drinking. I'm a lightweight, and it never appealed to me. If Suguru were here, oh, he'd be down.â You beamed up at him as he mentioned his one and only best friend. âSeriously, he'd love this shit. Being surrounded by girls, drinking with them.â Satoru shoved his hands in his pockets. âSeriously though, he'd love you. You two would get along great. Iâll have to introduce you to him when we get back to Tokyo.âÂ
His words struck you like a hot iron. He was pulling out his phone and checking the time, oblivious to what he had just said. The man you were paying to be your boyfriend for a week wanted to introduce you to his friend? His best friend!Â
It had your heart fluttering as butterflies swarmed in your stomach. Satoru hadn't even corrected himself as he peered down at you, returning the warm and happy smile you were positive was tugging at your lips. God, you hadn't been this happy in so long.
âYeah, Iâd like that a lot.âÂ
âCool! We should set something up. Maybe we could get dinââ
The door to the bar flew open, and your friends, all looking intoxicated, spotted you. âThere she is! Hurry up, Y/N, you need to catch up!â the bride-to-be slurred as she reached for you.Â
âWaaait!! Mina, let her say bye to Satoru!!â another bridesmaid said, smacking her arm.Â
âRight! Right, sorry!â
You giggled, looking into Satoruâs cerulean eyes. âI'm being summoned. I should get going.â Gojo snorted, leaning down and kissing you on the lips. âI'll see you later.â
âUhm, excuse me.â Mina had a disgusted look on her face. âWhat the fuck was that lame-ass kiss?â Your other friends nodded in agreement. âSatoru, what the fuck? Don't you like Y/N?âÂ
âOf course, I like my girlfriend Mina.âÂ
âThen kiss her like you mean it!!âÂ
You turned, giving Mina a look that could curdle dairy. âMina, stop.â She flipped you off, her attention never leaving Satoruâs face.
âIf I don't get to go to a strip club, I wanna see a steamy kiss!â The other girls whistled and cheered. âI want it steamy! I'm talking smutty romance-level shit!âÂ
âMina!âÂ
âWhat you both are hot as fuck! Consider it a wedding gift!!â
âKiss her! Kiss her! Kiss her!!âÂ
Oh great, now your drunken friends were chanting, and bystanders were watching. With a grimace, you turned to the very amused Satoru, who stared down at the drunken girls before his gaze fixed on you. He shrugged a shoulder as if saying, sure, why not? But he left the decision up to you.
While you were tempted not to make your poor pretend boyfriend a walking spectacle for a group of drunk women. The thought of having to listen to them bitch and moan about you being a party pooper was way worse. So you sighed before turning to face Satoru with a smile.Â
âYou heard them. If we do this, I can return the dish set we bought.âÂ
âYou don't have to tell me twice.âÂ
Satoru grabbed you by the throat, pinning you against the wall of the bar. His lips slammed against yours in a heated kiss you'd only seen in movies. His tongue was licking your bottom lip, and you so willingly obliged, opening your mouth, allowing his tongue entrance. Satoru trailed the hand that was around your throat down your curves. His large hand gripped your hips as he growled. Fuck he tasted so good, like cola and vanilla candy. Your tongue moved against his, trying to taste more of him.Â
While you tasted like strawberries and chocolate to him, it was like a symphony of tastes between your tongues. One that he didn't want to end, his knee pushed its way between your legs, pressing firmly over your clothes core, making you gasp into his mouth, eyes going wide as the intimate touch. Your moan only made Satoru kiss you harder, desperate to feel the vibrations from the desperate sounds escaping your mouth.
âWhoa! Okay! Okay!â Mina shouted, her wine spilling as she hurried forward. âI said kiss her! Not fuck her in public.â Your best friend playfully swatted at his arm.
When Satoru broke the kiss, a string of saliva connected your bottom lips as you both gasped for air. The sheer intensity of the kiss rendered you speechless as he allowed his eyes to trail over your face. Taking in the flush tint of your cheeks, the way your body trembled under his hand, and the subtle way your hips rocked forward against his thigh. It looked like the kiss had as much of an effect on you as it did on him.
He pressed a soft kiss against your slightly swollen lips. âYou did ask for a smutty book kiss.â Satoru sighed as he pulled away. âI just delivered what you asked for.â Mina said something along the lines of âsmutty kiss without the smut, pleaseâ as she headed back into the bar. âWell, she might not have enjoyed it, but at least you seemed like you did.â His teasing tone slowly brought you back to reality.
âY-Yeah, it was lovely.â You fanned yourself before heading to follow after your friends. âIâll see you later tonight.â You breathed out, but just before you could make it inside the door, Satoru grabbed your wrist, pulling you in for a hug.
âCall me when youâre done, and Iâll come get you, okay?â
âOkay.â
His lips were against yours again before he released you. âOkay.â He repeated your word back to you before waving you off as he headed back in the direction of the inn.
His kiss, the tone of voice, and the mere conversation of introducing him to his best friend whirled around your mind as you guzzled down a shot of sake, which had to have been the fifth one in the last forty minutes. While the other bridal party members were laughing and talking, you stared at the table. The kiss and Satoruâs words replayed over and over again in your head, like old sitcom reruns.Â
Was it normal for an escort to tell a client they wanted to introduce them to their friends? Was he just being friendly or taking pity on you? Then there was that kiss outside of the bar! He didnât have to put his knee between your legs, but he did! Now your panties were wet, and the more you thought about the kiss, about him, the wetter they seemed to get.
Holy shit, what was wrong with you!?Â
Just three days ago, you told the guy you didnât have sex; you didnât need it. But the more you got to know him, the more times he kissed you, the more your icy resolve began to melt. Gojo Satoru was lighting a fire within you. One that you were very cautious of because you didnât want to be burned again.
You got up from the table, swaying as you headed for the bathroom. Was Satoru just being nice? Or did he feel the same way you did? There was some sort of connection between the two of you. One that you might want to explore if he wants to as well. Why else would he talk to you the way that he did?
Entering the bathroom, you sighed, staring at your reflection in the mirror. Your fingers trailed over your still-swollen lip. Toji had never kissed you like that in the past. Staring in the mirror, you groaned. An image of Toji stood behind you, haunting you like he had done for the last year and a half.Â
âUgh, just get the fuck out of my head and let me heal already.â You scolded the image of him in the mirror, flipping it off.
âIâm in your head?â
Your heart stopped, and your hand dropped to your side. Tojiâs image smirked as he tilted his head. You were getting ready to ask yourself how drunk you were when Toji moved. His hands landed on the sink, caging you in while the smell of cedarwood engulfed you like a cloud of smoke.
âTojiâ!â
âShut up, we need to talk.â
(TBC)
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A Single Daffodil || 6
Summary: Getting arranged to be married to your long-time crush wasn't exactly the fairy tale romance you were hoping for. Nor is the dynamic of the marriage, with your husband treating you like you don't exist. But you're going to make this work, whether he cares about you or not. And he definitely doesn't...right?
Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader
Rating: 18+ minors DNI
Word Count: 6.4K
Genre: angst, romance, unrequited love, smut, enemies to lovers, arranged marriage au, businessman yoongi
Warnings: some angst, but this is a fluffy chapter so not much to say
Author's Note: hi everyone, i hope you're all well! sorry it took so long to get this out, i was really going through it and didn't have a lot of motivation to write, but this is finished now!! it's a lot shorter than i wanted it to be, but i decided it didn't matter and wanted to post anyway, so i hope you guys enjoy it despite the length (or lack thereof). thank you guys again so much for being so patient and understanding, you all are so amazing and i couldn't ask for better readers. i hope you enjoy the newest installment!
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Walking through the lobby of Yoongiâs apartment in what was essentially a morning after look left you with a new sense of embarrassment you hadnât felt before. You pointedly avoided eye contact with the security guard as you beelined to the elevator, hoping he couldnât make out the outline of a crumpled dress and lingerie in the bag hanging from your fingertips. The elevator takes what feels like an eternity to open its doors and once it does, you quickly ducked inside, repeatedly hitting the close button so no one else can enter.Â
Once you reached Yoongiâs apartment door, you breathed deeply, trying to calm your nerves before entering. You punched in the passcode, hearing the lock click and slowly turned the handle to crack open the door, seeing if you could catch a peek of Yoongi in the living room. Luck seemed to be on your side as the couch was empty, and you darted past the door, speed walking to the stairs to get changed. Making it to your room felt like winning a marathon as you shut the door behind you and chucked your plastic bag at the floor. You didnât know what you wouldâve done had you run into Yoongi dressed in nothing but Jaehyunâs shirt, missing even undergarments.Â
While you showered and dressed yourself in comfier clothing, making a mental note to wash and return Jaehyunâs shirt as soon as you could, you contemplated how you should approach your conversation with Yoongi. You hadnât talked to him since Friday night when youâd caught him on top of Jimin. You ran multiple scenarios of how a conversation with him would go as you entered the shower, wondering how he would react to you saying that you had feelings for him.Â
Wait, is that what you were going to do? Confess to him? You werenât sure about that. You knew you wanted to be honest with him but not that honest. ButâŚif you asked him to remain exclusive or said that him seeing people other than you bothered you, wouldnât he be able to put the pieces together from that? You sighed, letting the warm water trickle down your face, pushing your hair back against your scalp, at least not confessing would save you an iota of embarrassment.Â
You finished showering rather quickly, a bit too quickly for your own taste, you wanted to delay this inevitable conversation as long as possible. Picking your clothes was simple enough, aiming for a comfy outfit with a simple sweatshirt and leggings, noting the chilled air in the house.Â
Finally, you were ready. Physically, at least.Â
Emotionally? You wanted to crawl under your bed. But that wasnât an option, or so you told yourself, as you combed your hair and stared yourself down in the mirror.
You could do this. How hard could it be?Â
A glimmer of gold caught your eye on your desk and made you hesitate, seeing your ring sitting patiently on the flat surface. You reached for it, reasoning that if you wanted to commit to Yoongi, you should be wearing it. The cool feeling of the metal sliding onto your finger was grounding, something you needed for the conversation you were about to have.Â
Reaching for your door handle, you worried your lip over the fact that you still had no idea what you wanted to say. Should you wait until youâd formulated a plan? Or until you felt properly ready? No, youâd never talk to him at that rate.Â
As you opened the door, you stumbled back in shock, seeing Yoongi already standing there, looking disheveled and exhausted. He seemed equally surprised that youâd opened the door, showing in his slightly open mouth and wide eyes. You noticed the dark circles sinking in under his bloodshot eyes and messy bangs adorning his forehead, his lips were chapped and parted. Was he alright? But thatâs not what was important right now.
âYoongi-ssi,â you stuttered, caught off guard by his sudden appearance, âWhat are you doing here?â
Yoongi sighed, running a hand through already messy hair, before looking at you directly, âI wanted to talk to you. About Friday,â he paused, âAbout everything.â
Great.
âOh, okay, I actually wanted to talk to you too. Why donât you come in,â it felt awkward gesturing for him to enter your room but he looked like he was about to fall over any second and you didnât want to risk him getting a head injury. Guiding him to your bed, you watched him sit before pulling your desk chair up so you could face him.Â
âWould you like to start,â you asked, trying to meet his downcast gaze.
âNo, no, I want to hear what you have to say first,â he said quietly.Â
âOkay, well, firstly, I wanted to apologize for how I reacted on Friday,â you started, holding up your hand when you saw Yoongi begin to protest, âIâm not apologizing for being upset, Iâm apologizing for taking it out on you. In our agreement, you were allowed to pursue other people and I shouldnât have reacted that way, at least, not externally. You didnât really do anything wrong. But, to clear the air, I want to explain why I reacted the way I did.â
This was going well so far, or at least, thatâs what you were telling yourself. Yoongi seemed surprised but only nodded for you to continue, so you did.Â
âTo be completely honest, Iâm not really okay with us having an open relationship, I donât like the idea of you with other people or me going out with other people, it feels,â you weighed your words carefully, âIt feels disrespectful, at least, thatâs how I see it. But, I shouldâve made that clear when it was first brought up, so thatâs on me.â
Yoongi shook his head, but you continued on, feeling like you were unable to stop talking now that youâd started, âHonestly, this entire relationship has felt kind of one-sided. I donât like how you get upset at random things or draw a line between us so harshly. I understand that this wasn't ideal for you, Iâm not asking you to fall in love with me, but I do want us to work together.â
âI want us to try and at least be friends to start, I think we started off too hostile,â you continued, feeling like you were building to a crescendo.
âTo be totally transparent,â you took a deep breath, was this really what you wanted to do? There could be devastating consequences, but you felt in your bones that you wanted to be completely honest with him. You satiated your nerves by reminding yourself that you had your own apartment to go back to should Yoongiâs reaction be extremely negative.
âEven before we got married,â another deep breath, you could do this. This wasnât such a big deal, you didnât even have very deep feelings for him, they felt superficial. So with that logic, you told yourself, a rejection wouldnât be the end of the world.Â
âIâve had a sort of crush on you,â there was no turning back from here. You had told yourself you werenât planning on confessing, yet here you were, baring your soul. Your eyes were turned downward, afraid of seeing Yoongiâs reaction, the only thing you heard being a surprised exhale at your statement. Your fingers entangled with one another in a nervous tic as you slowly lifted your gaze to meet Yoongiâs.Â
His eyebrows were knitted together, in what expression, you werenât sure. His eyes held an emotion you couldnât read. His mouth was pursed in a sentiment you couldnât decipher. Why was he so difficult to read? Why couldnât you tell what he was thinking? It only made you more nervous. You had tried to quell your fears by telling yourself that your feelings were too shallow to warrant being so upset at a rejection, but you knew that it would still be devastating to you. When did your heart ever listen to logic?
As you sat in a silence that felt like it lasted minutes on end, Yoongi finally opened his mouth.Â
âI didnât know,â he stated, you still couldnât read his expression. Was that all he had to say? You could feel your heart sinking into your stomach and your eyes begin to well with tears.Â
âYeah, well, I didnât exactly want to announce it,â you retorted, feeling exposed and upset. You had confessed something of this caliber and that was all he could say in response? It was angering and you could feel the control you had over your expression slipping from your grasp. You turned away from Yoongi, attempting to steel your outward appearance, not wanting to let him see how much he affected you.Â
A hand caught your arm that was reaching up to run a hand through your hair, making you face Yoongi once more. His eyebrows were more scrunched together than before, making him look upset, but you couldnât be sure.Â
âY/N, Iâm sorry, I want to say more, itâs just a lot to process,â he said, biting at the chapped bits of his lip, making your eyes catch on the movement. You quickly averted your gaze back to his own, waiting for him to speak.Â
He released your arm, leaning back in his position on your bed, letting out a sigh, âIâve been thinking about a lot of stuff the past few days, and I want to apologize, for a lot. It was shitty of me to try to sleep with someone else, it was shitty of me to do a lot of things. You didnât deserve any of it. I shouldâve tried to get to know you better before we got married instead of imposing stupid rules, I shouldâve been nicer to you during the whole process, and I shouldnât have been so back and forth with how I acted towards you. Thereâs a lot I wish I had done differently, and I want to apologize for all of it.â
His words left you silent, mouth slightly parted in shock, not having expected such a genuine apology from his lips.Â
He took your silence as a sign to continue, âIâve probably been really frustrating to deal with, with how Iâve been handling this, but I want to make things clear, I definitely feel something for you too.â
Your ears felt like they were ringing, was this really happening? You hadnât even prepared yourself for this type of outcome, you werenât sure how to react.Â
âIt took me some time to actually come to terms with that because I didnât understand what I was feeling, but I can confidently say that I like you too. I want to make this work, I want to do this together, with you,â Yoongi finished, running a hand through his messy hair before looking at you once more.Â
You werenât sure of what to say exactly, your palms were growing sweaty and your mind felt blank. But you couldnât leave Yoongi hanging, you had to say something, anything.Â
âWe shouldnât try to start a relationship,â you blurted out, surprising Yoongi and yourself. But it was true to how you felt, with how things had progressed so far, you absolutely did not feel ready to jump into a relationship with Yoongi. The power imbalance felt too great, despite him just confirming that he had feelings for you too, you knew he could ask anything of you and youâd oblige. That wasnât a healthy foundation.Â
In addition to that, you didnât feel like you knew him well enough. You liked to be friends with people for a little bit before starting to date them, it allowed to get to know them without the pressure of a relationship, and usually only aided in your feelings towards them. Right now, you knew what you felt for Yoongi was too shallow to start a relationship that you would enjoy.Â
And the most important, you wanted to make sure you had an out. If a relationship between you and Yoongi didnât work out, you couldnât just stop seeing each other, youâd still be married. Youâd still have obligations to each other. You wanted to make sure that you and Yoongi could function as friends first, roommates at the least, before you jumped into a relationship that had the potential to end badly. If you knew that youâd be able to have a fall back plan with him, youâd feel much more comfortable going into this. It was a bad habit of yours, though, looking for a way out of situations before they had even come to fruition. You had tried to shake it, you really had, especially at the advice of your college counselor back when you actually got therapy, but it had creeped its way back into your routine.Â
Yoongiâs eyebrows furrowed, âWhy?âÂ
Biting your lip, you made sure to take an even breath, âWith how everything has been so far, I feel like itâd be better to start as friends. It feels too fast to jump straight into a relationship.â
Yoongi nodded slowly, âOkay, that makes sense. How about a compromise?â
Your attention quickly drew to his face, your eyebrows scrunching together in confusion and intrigue, âWhat do you mean?â
âLet me take you out on dates every now and then, we can go slowly so youâre comfortable,â he stated, sharp eyes carefully gauging your reaction.Â
You could feel your mouth open slightly in shock at his proposition, but your mind raced to consider the options, would you be able to handle dates with him? Would you even survive?
A new thought entered your mind, slightly unwelcome, but the fact remained that you didnât have to restrain yourself anymore. You didnât have to be concerned with whether you would survive dates with Yoongi anymore, because Yoongi liked you. It was mutual. There were no consequences to worry about, no reason to catch yourself, to monitor your feelings.
Because he liked you.Â
You silently nodded, still processing the entire situation, barely registering Yoongiâs returning nod.Â
âOkay,â he stated, a little breathlessly, âI should really go shower, so Iâm gonna do that.â He stood quickly, nodding at you, before rushing out your door. You werenât quite so far gone that you didnât notice his burning red ears, making you smile softly.Â
Hearing the door shut gently, you leaned back in your chair, exhaling loudly.
None of this felt real.Â
Did that really just happen?
You had spent so long pondering the possibilities and endless realities of Yoongi rejecting you, being disgusted, upset, or divorcing you that you didnât know what to do in the situation where he felt the same. Your mind was spinning and you felt yourself rise from your seat only to fall back onto your bed, staring up at the ceiling.Â
It felt like a dream, almost.
But the slight chill in the air, the feeling of the comforter beneath your fingertips, the distant sound of the shower running proved to you that it was real. A smile grew on your face as you sat in your thoughts, wasnât this the best case scenario? And it was truly happening.
Turning your head to the side, you glanced at the clock sitting on your bedside table. It was only around noon at this point, plenty of time left in the day. Noting the time made your stomach growl, berating your choice to have not eaten until now. You sat up, deciding to cook, leaving your room to head to the kitchen.Â
Cooking was a hit or miss for you, it really depended on what mood you were in, if you felt like cooking. You were in a great mood today, though, and it showed in your enthusiasm at wondering what you should make for lunch. Something light and easy, shareable. Because you wanted to share it with Yoongi.Â
You settled on kimbap, finding the necessary vegetables in the fridge and starting to chop them. When you were happy, you made spam kimbap, so thatâs what you made. A small little hum started up in you, influenced by the music flowing through your headphones, inciting a sway in your step and a tap in your foot. You hadnât been this content in a while, but it felt achingly familiar, a fond tug in your heart. You almost didnât know what to do with yourself without the lingering sadness or restriction on your feelings toward Yoongi.Â
You werenât sure if it had truly set in yet, the reality of the situation, but while it hadnât, you were going to enjoy the honeymoon phase of just having confessed to each other.Â
Flipping the spam on the stove, you quietly sang along to your song, using your chopsticks as a makeshift microphone in your muted movements. The last time you were able to relax like this, you recalled, was before you moved out of your apartment, after getting off a call with Hoseok and Joohee. The call had been a regular check in between the three of you and had left you in an exceedingly good mood and aggressively singing in your kitchen while making dinner. Your movements slowed and voice died as you thought about the past few months and how you had rarely had a moment of true content.Â
Your thoughts were constantly plagued by Yoongi and later, his actions toward you and what they could mean. You felt a wave of emotional exhaustion hit you now that your brain wasnât in overdrive trying to regulate your feelings and decipher Yoongiâs.Â
A glance down at the spam told you it was done and you quickly moved it to another plate. Turning around to retrieve the veggies, you were met with Yoongi standing silently at the edge of the kitchen, leaning against the pillar, making you stumble back.
âOh, Yoongi-ssi, you surprised me,â you breathed, pressing a hand to your chest before reaching for the veggies to lightly stir fry.Â
âMy bad, I shouldâve said something. What are you making,â he asked, walking over to you.Â
âJust spam kimbap,â you said shortly, keeping your eyes trained on the pan in front of you. You werenât used to him being this casual with you.Â
âY/N,â he called, drawing your attention to his form now leaning against the counter, âShouldnât we be more casual with each other? You still call me Yoongi-ssi.â
âOh,â you stuttered, âI suppose so.â This was maybe too much too fast.Â
âHow about it, Y/N-ah,â he said, a teasing lilt to his voice.
âUm, sure, Yoongi,â you said, trying to turn your gaze back to your vegetables, how did he switch up his attitude so easily?
You heard him chuckle quietly before you transferred your veggies to another plate.
âIs there any way I can help,â you heard him and you had to stop yourself from automatically rejecting his offer. You could change your attitude too, it couldnât be that hard. Hopefully.
âSure, would you mind taking the rice out of the cooker and into a bowl on the counter,â you asked, to which he quickly obliged.Â
This all felt a little too domestic, you werenât ready for this level of familiarity. It was a difficult transition, to say the least. You were used to maintaining apathy toward Yoongi, at least, externally. Your bodyâs natural instinct now was to turn away from him and mind your expression, it was tough to turn that off.Â
âWhy donât we both roll, itâll get done faster that way,â Yoongi suggested, innocently looking at you from the other side of the counter, unaware of the turmoil brewing inside you. Why couldnât you just relax around him?
âSure,â you stuttered, making your way to the table so you could sit and roll. Yoongi sat down next to you, not a care in the world it seemed, and began expertly portioning ingredients and rolling the kimbap.Â
You looked on in half-awe at his skill, your own hands slowing in their motions. Yoongi paused before looking at you, eyebrow raised.
âOh, sorry,â you said, feeling heat flood your face, âI didnât expect you to be so good at this.â
Yoongi only chuckled slightly before resuming his task, âYeah, Jin hyung and I used to make these during the holidays, Jeongguk too once he was old enough.â
The fondness in Yoongiâs voice made you smile, âThat sounds really nice. I can imagine Seokjin oppa being pretty strict in the kitchen.â
Yoongi laughed, a sound that was warm and pleasant to your ears, âYeah, I always thought heâd grow up to be a chef.â
You nodded, you thought so too, having witnessed the way he forced the kitchen staff at their home to let him join in the cooking and play expeditor whenever you visited Joohee.Â
You and Yoongi worked in a comfortable silence, entering a smooth rhythm of making the kimbap, ending with being delegated to slicing the rolls that Yoongi formed. Once you were both finished, you dug in, savoring the comforting flavor of the spam and stir fried vegetables.Â
Yoongi sighed into his meal, eyes closed, âItâs been so long since Iâve had kimbap, especially homemade.â
Your eyes traced down his side profile, noting his rounded out cheeks from food and contented smile, âYeah, itâs nice every once in a while.â
Yoongi opened his eyes, looking at you, âYeah, it is.â
You felt embarrassed as your cheeks warmed from his eyes on you, but you tried to maintain composure. It was clear, you decided, that his effect on you had only increased since your conversation.Â
It would be difficult to remain just friends, but it felt a little easier now that you knew you werenât alone in your feelings.
âWhat?â
âAre you serious?â
Joohee and Hoseokâs voices blended together as they shouted over each other on the video call. You giggled, shaking your head, âI still canât believe it either.â
âThatâs great, though, right,â Joohee asked, spooning another mouthful of noodles into her mouth, muffling her voice, âThis is what you wanted right?â
The million dollar question. It was, wasnât it? You felt content, and you were confident in that feeling for the first time in a while.
âYeah,â you smiled, âIt is. Iâm happy that weâre starting as friends.â
âY/N-ie,â Hoseok said softly, âYou look so happy. Iâm happy for you.â
âThank you,â you smiled, squeezing the Pokemon plushie in your arms, âIt feels really nice.â
Joohee sighed, âDamn, youâre making me feel really single.â
Both you and Hoseok laughed, making Joohee choke slightly on her ramyeon. Even while you were telling your friends, it still didnât feel real. Your head felt foggy almost, like you were in a dream, but youâd pinched yourself multiple times since this morning to confirm your consciousness.Â
âSo why did you decide to just be friends? Wasnât being together for real the whole point,â Joohee said after swallowing her noodles.Â
You paused before answering, unsure of quite how to phrase it. To say you thought it through extensively before youâd proposed only friendship to Yoongi would be a lie, it came out of you before you could stop it. It was something you knew you needed to do, to make sure this was going to last, relationship or not. You hadnât thought it out beforehand mainly because you hadnât considered this outcome a possibility.
âI needed an anchor, I guess. I needed to know that this could work even if we didnât get together, because weâre still married. And, I wonât deny it, I wanted to take it slow. I guess my feelings for Yoongi have been really shallow and I want them to be a bit more before we jump into a relationship,â you said, âI donât know. Maybe that was the wrong move.â
âIt absolutely wasnât,â Hoseok said, sending you an encouraging smile through the screen. You could see the moving boxes piling up behind him now that heâd finally found an apartment he liked and was close to his future studio.
Joohee nodded in agreement, âYeah, itâs better to start off as friends and work your way up. This relationship is already so unconventional, itâs good that you guys will be starting in a more grounded way.â
You smiled, the feeling of your friends backing up your decision made you feel more confident.Â
âAre you feeling ready to go back to work tomorrow?â
Your smile slowly faded, thinking about the pile of work awaiting you after two weeks of absence.Â
âYeah, Iâm excited to have something to do,â you started, fiddling with the pen at your desk, âBut our main project got delayed by the devs again, looks like some performance issues after beta testing. We still have to move ahead so weâre in the late promotional phase now, looking at some influencer endorsements. I was thinking of asking Jeongguk, actually.â
Joohee grinned, âYeah, that rascal will totally say yes. Heâs smitten with you!â
You felt heat take over your face as you stared incredulously at Joohee, âWhat do you mean?â
âHe just really likes you! I donât think he has a lot of gamer friends, at least that he knows in person, so I think heâs just really excited to have you as a friend,â she explained, pushing her bowl to the side.Â
âHe told me he likes older women,â Hoseok said bluntly, making you choke on your sip of water.Â
âWhat,â Joohee exclaimed, bringing her face much closer to the camera, âWhen did you talk to him?â
âWe talked a bit at the wedding, he heard me mention the dance studio so we exchanged contacts because he was interested,â Hoseok detailed, âI mentioned offhand that it was hard to find a date in Seoul and he asked what my type was. Then he just said that he liked older women when I asked him the same.â
You stifled a laugh while Joohee didnât hold hers back, making Hoseok join in too.
âLooks like Yoongi has some competition,â Joohee giggled.
âAs if! Iâm not into younger guys,â you wrinkled your nose.
âExcept for that one hookup in our fourth year,â Hoseok interjected, âWasnât he a first year?â
You groaned, covering your face, âI didnât know! He looked a lot older, and I thought we agreed not to mention that anymore!â
Hoseok and Joohee continued laughing, and even though it was at your expense, you couldnât help but join in. The weekend had certainly been eventful, but closing your Sunday afternoon with the comfort of your friends left you feeling quite pleased.Â
After ending the class with Hoseok and Joohee, you scrolled on your phone for a bit, catching up on unread messages and emails.Â
Jiminâs apologetic message stood out to you and you finally typed out a reply, quelling his concerns and promising that he had done nothing wrong. You hadnât mentioned the incident to Hoseok in case Jimin felt uncomfortable with it, so you were confident that the two of you could move past this easily. You also didnât want things to get awkward between him and Hoseok right before they started up the studio.
A soft knock on your door drew your attention and had you get up from your relaxed position on your bed, opening the door up to Yoongiâs form.
âHey, I just wanted to see if you had any plans for dinner,â Yoongi said, biting his lip and knitting together his eyebrows. If you didnât know any better, he almost looked nervous.Â
âNo, I donât, did you have something in mind,â you asked, inviting him inside your room.Â
âOh, well, thereâs a nice restaurant that I like to go to for some good comfort food, if youâre good with that,â he said, fingers playing with the thread on his black pullover, distracting your gaze.Â
âYeah, that sounds good,â you smiled, âIâll be ready in a few minutes.â
âOkay, great,â he said, a tad too loudly, before relaxing in his posture, âGreat. Iâll meet you downstairs when youâre ready. You can dress casually, by the way.â
âWill do,â you smiled, why did he feel so awkward? Maybe he wasnât as good at this as you had thought earlier in the kitchen.Â
He quickly left, nodding a short goodbye before entering his room and shutting the door. You did the same, turning toward your closet entrance, pondering what to wear. Casual, right?
Your finger dragged along the hanging clothing in the closet, brushing the different fabrics. You picked out a soft cotton t-shirt that you got from a work event and some jeans, settling on the simple look with a comfy oversized jacket.Â
Giving yourself a once-over, you deemed yourself presentable. You werenât sure if Yoongi was already ready and waiting downstairs, so you left and made your way down there.
Yoongi was waiting in much the same outfit as he was in before, but switched out his sweatpants for some dark, straight legged jeans and put on a black snapback. He looked far more casual than youâd ever seen and it was a welcome sight.Â
He smiled softly at you before tilting his head, âReady to go?â
You nodded, slipping on your shoes by the door and walking out into the main hallway. Yoongi and you were silent on the elevator ride down to the garage. It felt a little awkward, but it was a different type of awkward than before. Where before you both didnât know what to say to each other, now it felt more like you didnât know how to say what you wanted to. You werenât sure if that was better.
When you got down to the garage, Yoongi led you to a sleek black sedan, opening the passenger side door for you. You sent him a slightly confused smile as you got in and he clarified, âThis is my personal car. I donât use it that much daily because parking can be a hassle at the office, but itâll be fine where weâre going.âÂ
âOh, okay,â you responded, this mystery destination had started to feel a little bit ominous. As he walked around the car to the other door, you clicked in your seatbelt, wondering where exactly you were going. Yoongi slid into the driver seat, seamlessly starting up the car and clicking in his seatbelt. You saw him turn towards you, hand outstretched for a moment, before glancing down and retracting his hand.
He cleared his throat before switching gear and pulling out from his parking spot. Yoongiâs driving was smooth and relaxing, making you melt into the leather seats and stare out the window at the sun beginning to set. Yoongi had started up some soft jazz on his speakers making you further enjoy the quiet ambiance of the evening drive.Â
After a little while, Yoongi pulled into a small parking lot, next to an empty grassy lawn near the Han river. Shutting off the engine, he quickly exited, speed walking around the car to open your door for you barely after youâd finished unbuckling. His dedication to chivalry made you chuckle softly, thanking him with a nod as you got out of the car.Â
While you were distracted by the sight of city lights reflecting on the Han river in mesmerizing shimmers in time with the water current, Yoongi gently led you to an outdoor eating area with some plastic covers keeping out insects and smoke rising from the kitchen near the back. Delicious smells of cooking meat and seasoned vegetables filled your nostrils and you inhaled gratefully.Â
Yoongi led you inside, nodding at the older woman by the counter and guided you to a two seater table in the corner. The older women quickly brought you drinks and side dishes, affectionately ruffling Yoongiâs hair before he prattled on an order of meats and veggies, letting you do the same after him.Â
While you waited for your food to arrive, you took a moment to observe your surroundings further. It wasnât what you were expecting, when Yoongi said he wanted to take you to dinner, but it was certainly welcome. The loud chatter and laughter from other tables fed into a cheerful environment and the gentle smoke from meat cooking made your stomach growl.Â
Yoongi seemed to be quite familiar with the staff as well, leading you to question him, âDo you come here often?â
He smiled, shrugging his shoulders, âNot as often as Iâd like to anymore. In college, though, Iâd come here all the time with Namjoon and Jin hyung. The ahjumma there has been running this shop for over twenty years, I think, and she knows me fairly well by now.â
The thought of a college aged Yoongi sitting at these tables with his friends and enjoying charred pork on top of a bed of perilla leaves, laughing at something Seokjin said, made you smile.Â
âAre you okay with coming here? Instead of a classier restaurant,â Yoongi asked, though he didnât seem to be afraid of your answer.Â
You shook your head anyway, âOf course I am, Iâve been craving some barbeque actually. Joohee, Hoseok, Mina and I used to go to these all the time in college too, but those were much closer to campus. The view is nicer here,â you finished, looking out onto the river through the almost see through plastic sheets.
âMina,â Yoongi questioned, looking at you.
âOh,â you stuttered, inwardly cursing yourself for letting that slip, âShe was my ex, back in college.â
Yoongi nodded, not seeming too taken aback, âMakes sense. Those kinds of meals always made those college exams worth it.â
âDefinitely,â you laughed.
The older woman approached your table balancing multiple trays and expertly set the food down in front of you. You didnât have to cook your own meat here, so you and Yoongi immediately dug in and began wrapping the meat and vegetables in lettuce and cabbage.Â
The two of you sat in a comfortable silence while you ate, too preoccupied with the food to really focus on conversation. As you both eventually slowed your eating, Yoongi began asking you basic questions, wondering about your work, friends, and hobbies. You happily answered him, returning the favor by diving into his own interests and life. It felt natural, like two people just hanging out and getting to know each other.Â
You found that this was the most relaxed youâd felt in Yoongiâs presence so far, and it was definitely something you could get used to. Watching his cheeks puff up when he ate, his eyes close as he savored the flavor, and his smile as you answered his questions made you feel warm and lucid.Â
You soon finished up and Yoongi stood to go pay, even though youâd offered.
âYou can get it next time,â heâd said, smiling down at you. That made your cheeks flush and you had to look away from his gaze.Â
The drive back to the apartment was calm and serene, the scenery of the river blowing by through the window. Your arm rested on the surface between the two front seats and you flinched slightly when you felt Yoongiâs elbow touch yours. His eyes remained forward but you spotted the red tinge to his ears, betraying his indifferent exterior.Â
It was cute, you decided, chuckling quietly. You left your arm in its position, pressed against Yoongiâs.Â
It was nice.Â
Yoongi collapsed onto his bed, breathless. Had this weekend even been real? The rollercoaster of emotions heâd experienced had left him reeling, from unimaginable guilt and self hatred to elation that you harbored feelings for him to a calm and quiet first date with you.Â
He flipped over in bed, sighing into his pillow. It felt unbelievable what had happened in the past two weeks since heâd gotten married. Heâd been so headstrong in protecting himself and drawing harsh boundaries, dealing with the confusion of growing affection for you from when your families had dined together all those months ago to now.Â
As he donned his clothes for bed, he recalled your earlier proposition. To start as friends, he mused. It didnât seem like a bad idea. Yoongi was well aware of the wrongs heâd committed against you and he was determined to make up for them.Â
He wanted to take the opportunity to show you that he was a good person, despite how you two had started off.Â
It wouldnât hurt, either, that itâd give Yoongi the chance to get to know you better, something he was desperate for. He thought back to your dinner by the river, the way your skin glowed in the soft yellow lighting, tendrils of smoke framing your face, and the flush of your cheeks due to the warm atmosphere.Â
Youâd looked ethereal.Â
Heâd thoroughly enjoyed your conversation, reveling in being able to learn so much about you. You were slowly opening up and it was exciting, heâd been craving getting to see more sides to your usually stoic nature.Â
Earlier that day, after your climactic conversation, heâd spotted you in the kitchen after his shower. You were humming along to a song heâd assumed was playing in your headphones, your hips were swinging gently, and your foot was tapping along to the beat. Heâd stood there for a while, admiring your form loose and relaxed in front of the stove.Â
Heâd never seen you like that before, but he decided right there it was a sight he wanted to come back to every day.
It would a lie to say Yoongi wasnât nervous about how quickly his feelings for you were developing. He had felt them building up during the wedding preparations, especially so during the rehearsal dinner and ceremony itself. But the way he was becoming overcome with fondness and affection for you was maybe a bit concerning.Â
Another reason why your decision to start as friends was probably the right one. Yoongi wanted to savor every moment of falling for you, and you falling for him. He wanted to catch your eye from across the room and make you smile, he wanted to bring redness to your cheeks and make your eyes dart away, he wanted to feel his heart race when you smiled at him, cuddle with you on the couch during a movie, and feel your palm against his as you walked the streets of Seoul.Â
As Yoongi fell asleep that night, he dreamed of a sweet and slow romance between you two and of daffodil petals in your hair.Â
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âś when the clock strikes / leon kennedy
pairing: leon kennedy x gn!reader
summary: youâre starting to think a certain agent might be faking his injuries to see you.
tags: sfw, pure fluff, a bit of angst as a treat, love at first sight basically, silly workplace love story, nurse!reader, 1 year post re4r!leon, no use of y/n, extremely mildly passively suggestive, leon takes his shirt off twice (woohoo!), kissing, swearing, leon is awkward as hell, you are too though so itâs okay, description of bruises, cuts and a muscle knot (not detailed), medical talk, slight mention of gore and blood, reader has a backstory, reader has a mother.
note: i blinked and suddenly there were 8k words in my doc idek how that happened. im actually so nervous to post because this is my first one shot ever!! my cherry has been popped⌠but also apologies if things are kind of all over the place bc im still trying to get the swing of it all. trying to write in the present tense was like being beat over the head repeatedly so im sure theres many grammatical mistakes in that department
word count: 8.5k (got possessed sorry)
Everyone thought you were crazy when you accepted the offer.Â
It is crazyâbut you arenât stupid. You knew what you were getting into a long time ago as a nurse; people get hurt, and then you save them. Clockwork.
Years ago, you started studying to be a nurse in some middle of nowhere midwestern school. You remembered the rolling hills and the ungodly heavy blankets of snow that fell during the winter months, the fallen leaves that the snow covered. It was all so peaceful for a while⌠until the outbreak.
You never saw it coming, no one did, really. At least, you hope no one predicted the atrocities that were about to be witnessed by thousands of innocents without warning.
Gnashing teeth and hands with dried blood that streaked down arms like veins plagued the memory of that point in your life. It was surreal to believe that you got up that morning and made your breakfast like any other day, you slid your shoes on and grabbed your keys, and then your foot hit the front porch and the trajectory of your life changed permanently.Â
The virus started as a woman with red-ringed eyes and pallid skin that reflected off of the blinding overhead lightsâshe looked visibly ill. Thatâs all that mattered at the time. You were actually the one who situated her and her husband in their room, he smiled at you and thanked you for your time and you scribbled down notes before hanging the clipboard and leaving the room for the doctor. The screeching horror music plays when you get to this part of the memory.
A type of calm before the storm. You hold your breath every time.
A few hours later people started screaming, and someoneâsomething ran out of that room and wrenched its grip on the first person it saw. Blue scrubs dyed a nasty crimson, like crushed raspberries on cloth. The next part is a blur of running, watching your coworkers die, and using your medical expertise to help anyone who needed it. People were hurt. You saved them.
Like you said, clockwork. You try not to think about it too hard.
By the time help came, you had cramped a large handful of survivorsâalbeit, injured survivorsâinto a small house that was a mile or two from the hospital. Your quick thinking protected many people that day, and your skills were recognized.
A week prior, you were a simple nursing student who was lucky enough to be placed in a hospital, and by the next Sunday, you were being offered a position as a medic with the Anti-Umbrella Pursuit and Investigation Team. You finished your schooling, you got your specialized training, and now youâre on your way to your first assignment out of the country.
So, granted, maybe you are a little crazy for accepting such a prestigious and dangerous position after your humble beginnings. Your mother never ceases to remind you of this, with what little information you were allowed to tell her.
Iceland? she said, pulling her lips into a line. Are you crazy?
You begin to think that you are now that you stand in front of the base, arms tucked around yourself and teeth chattering as a sergeant points you around like one of his troops. Between the hustle and bustle of agents hurrying around and the amount of civilians sitting beneath the large, brown medical tent, you understand why they needed all the help they could get.
Things in Iceland were bad apparently; Umbrella thought the remote location would protect what little was left of them, and their research, from being exposed. Unfortunately for them, (and fortunately for everyone else) the AUPIT caught wind of what was happening and vowed to put a stop to it. You, freshly out of training, were sent to help with the sudden influx of displaced non-combatants and wounded agents.
Within the hour of the helicopter landing, you settle in and pull your cold weather scrubs on.Â
There arenât many other nursesâonly twoâand neither of them seem to be very fond of you. The head nurse is older and straight-laced, following procedure, not mingling with you unless she has to. You donât think youâre ever going to be put on a shift with the other nurse, but they spare you a few ireful glances. Itâs like they could smell the fresh blood, and the scent made them turn their noses.
Nonetheless, you werenât there to socialize, so you rolled up your sleeves and did your job, trying to ignore the passive aggressive looks being thrown at you from left and right. This kind of mutual ignorance worked for about three days, until you were placed on the night shift⌠every single night.Â
Before you came along, it was determined that the night shift could be manned by one person, as injured civilians were sent to the safehouses by nightfall and nearly all of the agents were either out on work or taking a much needed rest. There was no reason for both nurses to be awake when one could conserve their energy and rest while the other worked. So, most nights you spent alone, sitting by the fire in the back of the tent as you waited for the sun to come up.
One of those nights crept up on you again. You bounce your foot against the ground until your ankle aches, sitting in a lawn chair next to the fire with a wool blanket draped over your shoulders. Nothing chirps in the distance like the environment youâre used to, the only noises that float through the air are the wind rustling bare-armed bushes and your own breathing. There was a rip in the tent whistling, too, but youâd be damned if you let the incessant noise drive you insane. You were scared of the eerie silence for the first few days, but that quickly became replaced by the complete boredom that followed it.
You blow a raspberry as you spin a pen in your ungloved hand, fingers numb and stretched stiff with cold. Iâve ought to ask someone for a book, you thought to yourself, or a new job. You immediately push the second contemplation out of your head like it was something dirty and sat up a little straighter; your annoyance made sense, but this is what you wanted to do with your life. You want to help people in need.
Not that there were many people around.
In the distance, like divine intervention, you hear the crackle of wheels against snow, and a black mini-van rolls to a stop in front of the tent. A scuffle inside ensues for a moment, then the doors open and a man comes hobbling into the shelter with his arm over another manâs shoulder.Â
You nearly fall out of your seat with how fast you stand up and stride over to the men, assisting the injured one onto a cot.Â
âWhat happened?â you ask, pushing a cart of equipment to his bedside.
The uninjured one remarks from beside you, âSome snow gave way and he went down this hill with some pretty nasty bushes at the bottom.â His voice is quick and clicky. He looks young.
Clearly, theyâre two agents, judging by the leather holsters strapped around their waists and shoulders. You purse your lips and place a lantern on the cart, gently inspecting the injured agent. Thereâs thorns lodged along the entirety of his left side, looking a bit like a childâs crude attempt at art with toothpicks and styrofoam.
He grunts when you gently lift his arm to check underneath, and you mutter an apology before you turn to the other agent. âI can take this from here.â
The agent nods and spins on his heel, disappearing into the darkness once he stepped out into the open air.Â
You turn your attention towards the man in front of you and pull on a pair of gloves, the latex makes a sharp snapping noise when you let go. His intense gaze follows your movements with great intrigueâor suspicion⌠you couldnât really tell. You pick up a pair of tweezers and set them on the cart. You also finally got a good look at the wounded agent.
Blue eyes that strike down what little defenses you have and brows that spend their time permanently creased, almost erasing the space between them while he inspects you. His ability to make you feel thoroughly grilled with a simple fixated stare would have made you squirm years prior, but now you merely stare back with your eyebrows lifted. The blondeâpossibly light brown haired, the darkness didnât give much way in the form of colourâman averts his eyes first, as if he is caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
Youâd be lying if you said he wasnât attractive, but thatâs not your focus right now.
âHow are you feeling?â you ask, flicking on a flashlight to check his pupils. Healthy, good. He squints at you through the beam.
âLike I fell into a thorn bush.â
Looks like someone feels funny. You deadpan at him, unamused with the sarcasm while you try to help. Your expression beckons a better answer and he backpedals.
The manâs head bobs subtly, like a scale in his mind is weighing his thoughts on either side, and then he says, âIâm just fine.â
âAre you dizzy? Nauseous?â
âFine.â
âOkay,â you reply, blowing out a not-so-inconspicuous huff of annoyed air that swirls above you in the cold. The agent raises his brow at your reaction but doesnât seem too keen on speaking on it. âIâll try to be as gentle as I can, but itâs going to be a lot of poking and prodding.â
He lets out another grunt that could have possibly been an Mhm⌠but you arenât sure. You hold the tweezers between your fingers and begin to pluck them out, placing them on the metal pan on your cart. Clink, clink, clink. They fall from the tweezers with tiny noises.
To your surprise, he doesnât writhe or make much noise, only occasional grunts and sighs and Shitâs under his breath when you pull at particularly deep thorns lodged in his arm.Â
Even for an agent, his arms are an impressive size, which means a lot more surface area to extract from. Not that you really mind, as you would have helped him either way, but surely you would feel differently if you were in his shoes.
However, the silence is⌠awkward; sitting there with your face inches from his huge armsâhe could definitely feel your breath fan across the surface with how his skin dances with warmth and goosebumps and you do not want the attractive agent to focus on that. So, you break it with a question.
âYou werenât wearing a jacket?â A valid query, all things considered.
He blinks at you like it was obvious. âIt came off.â
âOh,â is all you say until you extract the last thorn from his arm and begin to slide the leather shoulder holster off of him. âI just need to take this off.â
He frowns slightly, and you realize his brows had been furrowed this whole time because that was all his face seemed to know how to do. When his expression changes, you stop.
âWhat are you doing?â he asks.
âTaking it off so I can look under your sleeve.â
âWhy?â
âYou couldâve pulled something and I need to bandage you,â you pause. âIs that okay?â
Maybe you wrongly assumed that he had done this a million times. Donât get you wrong, you know how resilient agents had to be and how good they were at their jobs, so it isnât like you thought he got hurt often⌠But with a short glance into his eyes, you could tell heâs a hardened delegate with years of experience under his belt. Wasnât he bound to need help occasionally?
The man gives you a slight nod and shrugs off the holster; it falls to the bed with a soft thud from the weight of the knife tucked into the leather.Â
His muscles tense under your fingers when you roll the black sleeve over his shoulder. The feathered, pale edge of a bullet scar peeks out from beneath the dark clothing and it makes you wonder how he managed to get it. A mission? Probably. It looks old. Youâve seen scars of all kinds at that point, and each of them held a story that ended in pierced flesh.Â
They remind you that they will never not be where they came fromâyour own scars will never not be where they came from. You shake the thought out like a stubborn rock in your shoe.
âLucky you, it doesnât look like you pulled anything in your shoulder,â you comment under your breath.
âIf this is luck, Iâd like to see what happens when I get unlucky.â For the first time, thereâs humor in his toneâso faint you nearly miss it, but it makes you chuckle. When he isnât huffing out responses, his voice almost sounds kind.
You rotate his shoulder slowly and inspect the length of his side, finding fewer thorns than the amount anchored in his arm. Still, your lips press into a line, pitying the fact that his bare skin will be exposed to the frigid, below-freezing air so you could remove them.
âWell, you shouldâve knocked on wood,â you reply, âIâll need you to take your shirt off so I can get the rest of the thorns out and check your ribs.â
Silently, the man hikes his shirt up and over his ribs for you, snaking his arm out of his sleeve and then laying on his side.Â
As he comes down, stretching, he groans. You see his muscles tense under his skin when he inhales, the dips and divots of his torso flex involuntarily when the squall of air nips at his newly exposed skin. The surface holds blossoms of red and deep purple that litter themselves across his ribs like splotches of messy watercolor dripped onto paper. Scarlet scratches bleed pebbles that drip onto the fabric of the cot.Â
You suck in through your teeth as you inspect the area. Even without the damage from the thorns, it doesnât look good.
âNot good?â the agent questions as if he could read your mind. From over his shoulder, he turna his head to look at you.
âNot good. You bruised your ribs, Iâd be surprised if one of them wasnât broken.â
âI didnât hear a crack.â
âIt should be monitored for a day or two, at the very least.â
âI have to get back to work.â
âLook, I understandââ
âIâll be fine.â
You sigh softly and remove one of your gloves to rub your face in exasperation. Unfortunately, this wasnât your first rodeo with stubborn patients, so you slide on another glove and begin to pluck at the thorns in his torso. âYou wonât be doing much work if you permanently damage them.â
He twists his head away from you again and grunts softly, muttering a short, âOkay.â
How articulate. You guess he doesnât get paid to talk to people.
âOkay? As inâŚ?â
âAs in, fine,â he replies, then pauses for a moment as if to prove a point. âBut Iâm sure you have better things to do.â
You laugh at this, then stifle it into your elbow so he didnât think you were laughing at him. He still rolls over a little to look at you, confusion laces his eyes that dart around as they go from your face to the rows of empty cots behind you. Busy? You begin to laugh again.
He canât be serious, you think as you fan your face. You let your laughter dissipate like it was being dissolved into water. âSorry⌠no, youâre right,â you snort, âI was drowning in work before you arrived, agent.â
âIâm sure,â he chirps back, the ghost of a smile haunts his lips.
âI think I can squeeze you in, though. Might have to clear some of my schedule, but⌠Iâll make it work.â
The pleased look that graces your face is involuntary. You find it endearing how worried he is about becoming too much extra work for you and the other nurses, despite the fact that there isnât any reason to gather that he would andâbelieve it or notâitâs your job.Â
The agent lets out an amused breath through his nose. âShould I be flattered?â
âOh, of course.â
You place the last of the thorns onto the metal pan and tend to his wounds with gauze and bandages and nimble fingers that have done this hundreds of times before. Sometime along the way his body relaxedâjust a littleâand you think he fell asleep until he sits up like a puppet that had his strings yanked and puts his shirt on properly.
The sudden movement makes you blink, and he stares at you for a long pause filled with dead air and an expectant look in his eyes. That damn rip in the tent whistles.Â
Finally, his eyes flicker down to your badge, then back to your face. âIâve never seen you before.â
âI started here not too long ago,â you inform him honestly, a little embarrassed to admit your newbie title to a seasoned employee of the organization.
He doesnât say anything else, so you take the reins.
âWell, I think weâre set,â you say, rolling the latex gloves off of your hands. âLet me know if you need anything, AgentâŚâ
You never asked him his name?
âLeon Kennedy,â the agent, now with the name Leon Kennedy pinned to his face, finishes for you.Â
His name twirls around your head and makes you dizzy to think about. I should have known, you think to yourself once he bids you farewell to report to his superiors.Â
From what little time you spent at the base prior to meeting Leon, you had heard whispers during dinner drift from mouth to ear of the elusive agent. That he was a man of few words (immense understatement, you consider it more socially awkward, but true); that he had half of the base swooning every time he walked by (you donât want to comment on this); and that he was immensely attractive (that is also true). You have to admit⌠you see why he had such an air of intrigue around him. To be so quiet after such successes heâs accomplishedâpeople were on the edge of their seats trying to figure him out.
You also had to admit that you werenât immune to it either.Â
During your meals and breaks you found yourself playing Whereâs Waldo? with Leon, attempting to catch glimpses of him in his natural state to confirm or deny these claims. Which was impressively difficult for absolutely no reason other than that he did it for his own benefit⌠the motive for this was lost, and still is, on you.
The few times you did spot him, he had the same clenched jaw and furrowed eyebrows. He never stayed in the same place for very long and frequently you only spotted himâor rather, his broad shoulders and white-knuckled fists as they turned corners and disappeared to do whatever he did all day. Important agent things.
Regarding your coworkers⌠it hadnât improved much, either. The head nurse, who you later learned was named Winona, loosened up on you a bitâwhich was practically nothing when both she and the other nurse had been so cold to begin with. However, your determination to help those around you seemed to impress her⌠most days.
(Peeks of Leonâs ashy blonde hair stolen from cracks in the tent. His fur-lined coat hangs off of his sizable frame, enveloping his arms in the thick fabricâit makes them look even bigger. Not that you care, per say, butâ
âYou arenât getting paid to stalk agents,â Winona jeers, jolting you back to Earth from your subject of stolen attention. You swear she smiles at you wryly. âShouldâve tried for one of their jobs if you wanted to do that.â
She turns on her heel and goes over to a trio of injured civilians with her cart, the knot of hair tied taut at the base of her neck stares you in the face. Youâre left hot faced and embarrassed for the entirety of the next check-up with your patient.)
The endless night shifts never seem to cease rolling in and youâre afraid itâs begun to catch up on you. By the end of breakfast, when you could finally drag your corpse-like body to your quarters and into your bed, your head drooped comically into your bowl of oatmeal and some of the newer agents had a blast laughing at you. Whatever, assholes.
(You were deeply embarrassed.)
So, you opted for allowing a short nap in here and there during your shiftâten minutes at mostâwhenever your eyelids began to feel itchy and weighted and you couldnât help but close them. You really couldnât. Being sat by the fire with a hot drink made you so warm and the sounds of blowing wind lulled you to sleep in the darkness under the moon.
Truly, a terrible work performance from you, but no one was around to see and surely youâd be awoken by even a hint of an emergency.Â
Tonight, you count sheep with your wool blanket tucked up to your chin and your head lolls against your shoulder like itâs about to fall off its hinges. One, two, three. They mock you as they hop into their pasture and curl up into white, fluffy spheres, falling asleep within the warmth of their home.Â
From a distance, your ears almost register the sound of footsteps that approach the tent, crushing the crunchy top layer of snow under their feet as they stop in the entrance. It isnât enough to completely wake you until they clear their throat and say, âHello?â
Your eyes snap open and you turn your head so fast you think it might go flying across the room. Really smooth of you, considering Leon is the one to get your attention. By the smug look on his face and slight chuckle that wracks his frame, you know he isnât fooled with your act awake performance.
He stands there, towering and rigid, unlike the night you first met him, with his palm outstretched flat like heâs trying to show the world something.Â
âOh, hey, what do you need?â you reply quickly, standing from your chair as you let your blanket fall off of you.
Leon glances at his hand and then at you. âI, uh, got a papercut.â
âA paper cut,â you repeat, just to make sure you heard him right.
âYeah.â
You stare at him for a moment, mouth agape as his words register as something he was actually saying to you.
âWell, get comfortable, then. Iâll patch you up.â
In reality, youâre terribly confused about a special forces agent needing first aid for a paper cut, but how could you complain? He needs help and youâre there to offer it.Â
The blonde sits on a cot near the fireânot before picking up your blanket from the ground and placing it back on the chair, thoughâand you situate yourself on a stool facing him.Â
You take Leonâs hand in yours gently and inspect the wound. Itâs fairly shallow, but placed in the center of the webbed skin between his index finger and thumb. Tough spot. When your digits graze his rough knuckles he inhales sharply and you glance at him due to the sudden motion.
He doesnât expect a reaction from you because he pauses for a second then asks, âYou think Iâll live?â
âI dunno,â you answer, sucking your teeth. âCould be a close call.â
âYeesh.â
âI know. My condolences.â
âFor myself?â
âUh-huh.â You turn his hand over so his palm faced the sky. âThisâll sting.â
When you disinfect the injury, Leonâs face twitches into itself but he keeps quiet, opting to focus his gaze on your face while you patch him up. You try not to shift under the intensity.
âWhat made you want to do this?â he queries, his voice cuts through the silence and startles you a bit. Leon looks pleased with himself and you roll your eyes.
âYouâll laugh.â
âWhy would I do that?â
âItâs corny.â
Admittedly, it wasâthe original story as to why you wanted to be a nurse. Youâve had people laugh at it before and you mostly donât want to repeat history with someone you find rather charming, but something in Leonâs face softens and he shakes his head briefly.Â
âTry me,â he challenges.
âOh, fine.â Like there was a fight put up when you relent, smoothing a bandaid over his cut. âYou know those things youâd fill out as a kid? Where itâs like, what do you want to be when you grow up?â
Leon nods.
âEvery single time, I would write superhero,â you laugh sourly because you got used to other people laughing when you said this, but he listens as if youâre the only sound heâs ever heard. âIâd draw myself with a little cape and all that. Then at a certain age the teachers start telling you, pick a real job, pick something that exists. And, I dunno, I thought: there are real superheroes. They save people every day because they want to.â
âI mean, I always knew I didnât have all the right assets to be the one rescuing people from burning buildings and punching the bad guys. I wanted to help people when they couldnât help themselves, you know? I can't carry the weight of the situationâitâs just not in my natureâbut I can carry them. Thatâs why I started doing this, I guess.â
The look he gives you when you finish speaking is indescribable. He gazes deeply into your face like heâs trying to find a new feature he missed the first time. Something akin to pulling apart your mind with his eyes as if itâs clay made for the shaping and a load of a melancholy thatâs too heavy for him; like heâs asking you, how do I carry it? Tell me how to carry something like that.Â
Your hand still lingers in his, over the bandaid you placed on him; you slide yours so the curves of your thumbs interlock and you grip the hilt of his palm. A hidden embrace.
Leonâs eyes dart toward your hands and he makes no effort to remove you from his grasp, his fingers relax against your wrist. He feels your heartbeat. You feel his. When he looks up again, all he sees are your eyes.Â
You donât know why you went on that anecdote in the first place, not really. Only that you were finished patching him up and wantedâneededâhim to linger for a bit longer.
âWhat about you?â you ask, voice hushed close to nothing.
âI wanted to help people, too.â He sounds uncharacteristicâsheepish? âThatâs it⌠I canât follow up with something as articulate as you.â
âIt matters just as much even if you canât express it,â you assure him, your head tilts.Â
Leon clears his throat and nods, slipping his hand from yours and looking anywhere that isnât you. You created a shadow in front of his face, back facing the fire, but you can see the subtle dark tinge of his cheeks when he avoids your eyes. He chooses to look at his feet. There he goes, being endearing again, you think.
The harsh edges of his face are lit up with an orange glow, darkness shoots somewhere in between in a soft gradient, and he looks positively ethereal. If you reached out and cupped his face, you know it would be warm to the touch like laundry right out of the dryer. It makes him look all the more delicate and this feels more natural than the pointed looks and pinched expressions he usually wears.
You look back down at his hands. Youâre trying to memorize the way they felt against yours (coarse and hot to the touch) and you get the picture of how hopeless you areâeven an idiot could see you have a crush on him.Â
That doesnât stop you from protecting your pride and you keep it to yourself. You stand up to put the disinfectant supplies and box of bandaids away without a word.Â
Leon stares at his hand like itâs missing a piece.
You have your head buried too deep into the cabinet to think much about that. Screaming at yourself was an understatement for what youâre doing in your head⌠a better description would be begging the floor to swallow you entirely with one gulp.
Surely, Leon has someone at home. Heâs an attractive, intelligent man with an arguably stable job that pays him oodles more than he would ever need; not to mention how well-built he is, but again, for what seems like the millionth time you push this thought to the back of your mind. You could not focus on that.
âAre you okay?â his voice carries from the cot.
You take a momentâs breather and shut the cabinet door. âIâm good. How are your ribs?â
âTheyâre good.â Leon pauses, then adds. âThanks.â
The shake of your head comes faster than your words; muscle memory. âItâs what Iâm here for.â
âYou do a good job.â
âIâm just a medic.â
âA good one.â
As you utter your gratitude for his comment, you hope he couldnât feel the heat radiating off of your face from so far away. You werenât one to get shy from such simple words, but you find your eyes glued to your boots because of his gentle bonniness. Damn you, you curse at him in your headâit held no weight.
The blonde stands from the cot and walks over to you. He bends slightly to catch your eyes in his. âI have to go now, but... yeah. Thank you.â
âOf course, Agent Kennedy.â
âDonât start using formalities now,â he half-laughs, half-breathes. His face contorts when he stretches back, and his hand came up to massage his right shoulderâyou even go to comment on this movement, being a medic and all, but he beats you to it with a smirk. âStick with Leon.â
And then, in a few strides, heâs gone as fast as he came.Â
Your entire body deflates when you let out a guttural sigh. How come every time you watched his back, you were left reeling?
Unfortunately for you, that blasted man had ingrained himself into your head, sitting pretty in your thoughts as snug as a bug in a rug while you tried to do your job, or attempted to focus on anything other than your feelings for him. On the contrary, he returned to clearing out Umbrella facilities for the time being, which meant he was out of the base for days, or even weeks, considering he was one of, if not, the best agent they had. This saved you from the embarrassment of being caught trying to catch glances of him from inside the tent or during meals.Â
This, however, did not stop you from daydreaming when work got slow.Â
You wondered how someone like Leon behaved domestically, if he was completely different outside of the AUPIT, or if he was still just the sweet, reserved man who needed your aid often. Did he have any pets? What music did he listen to? You guess youâd have to ask him later, but you imagined that the pieces would fall into place and suit him. Theyâd be so perfectly Leon that when he told you, you would think to yourself, huh, why didnât I think of that?
The amount of daydreaming you did was not lost on Winona, and occasionally she snapped her fingers in front of your face and grumbled under her breath, âIâll kill that boy.â With no real threat to her tone.Â
Please, you canât help it. He has arms with the muscle definition of a god and he told you-you were a good medic; you were a goner before you even realized it.
On the other hand, your family never let up with their pleas for you to return home, despite the fact that it simply wasnât possible unless you had a very good reason for it. Which you didnât, and you didnât want toâpeople just didnât get it through their heads that, yes, your job was difficult, and yes, patients got on your nerves sometimes, but no, you wouldnât trade it for the world. This meant more to you than anything else you could fathom. You knew the fear these people felt first-hand, and you knew they needed a saving grace; just like you had.
(âJust come home,â your mother coos into the phone, her voice static-y and chopped from the poor signal. You could imagine her face right now, all worried and exhausted like youâre a child balancing on a wet playground. âThereâs a hospital not too far from here⌠Iâm sure theyâd take you.
You promptly spend the next hour explaining to her that it isnât that simple, even if you wanted to, and you remind her every few minutes that you arenât going to leave, either. Youâre happy, all things considered; which is why you make the executive decision to leave out all of the bad parts of your work so far.)
As for the efforts against Umbrella, you hear whispers of successes during dinners and fewer agents appeared at the medical tentâs door in need of assistance than when you arrived. So, you think things are going rather well for your organization. Less tired eyes and solemn faces; the fight wasnât over, but everyone could rest a little easier with every night that passed.Â
And yet, those damned night shifts. You swear Winona and that other medic were scheming against you for no reason other than pure spite, on the basis of simply because they didnât feel like doing it. It has to be funny to them by now, seeing you half-asleep at breakfast and looking all mussed at dinner because you woke up ten minutes prior. You let them laugh all they wanted because frankly, you began to enjoy the night shifts. The world went to sleep, and you enjoyed some peace and quiet.
You kick your feet up onto a stool and drape a blanket over your legs, book in hand. The soft sounds of Icelandic pop music crackles out of the radio and floats throughout the tent. You mouth the noises of the songs, unsure of the lyrics, but youâve heard it so often by now, you could recognize the tune from the first few beats. You scat a few of the instruments, tapping your foot along. You don't notice the figure that stopped in the doorframe.Â
âEnjoying yourself?â Leon. You shut your book and turn to look at him, embarrassed. âI always feel like Iâm coming at a bad time.â
âNever,â you reply with a haste that humbles you further. Worried about his sudden appearance in the medical tent after being gone on agent duties for nearly two weeks, you ask, âAre you okay?â
The corners of his mouth upturn and you barely see a flash of uneven teeth between the slit it creates, cute. This distracts you from how smug his face is. âI think I have a fever.â
âA fever this time?â
âYep.â
âMake yourself comfortable, Leon.âÂ
A paper cut, then a fever. You begin to think of his inability to soothe his minor maladies as an excuse to visit the tent. Your stomach flutters at the thought, but you have to make sure⌠just in case heâd fallen ill out there in the cold.Â
You find the thermometer and placed it in his mouth gingerly. It hangs crooked from the corner and he watches you with a certain keenness that makes you smile. After a few minutes, you check his temperature: 98.7. An amused hum escapes your lips without meaning to.
âDying?âÂ
âI donât think you have a fever,â you answer, using the back of your hand to press against his forehead and cheeks. The first cheek is cold, then the left cheek warms under your skinâLeonâs expression falls bashful. âBut if I didnât know any better, Iâd think you were looking for reasons to come see me.â
Itâs his turn to hum in thought. âMaybe.â
âYou could just come talk to me.â
âYouâre on the clock,â the blonde reminds you, grunting. In a swift movement, his hand presses into the curve of his neck and he rotates his right shoulder, face straining.
You see an opening. âThat I am. What was that?â
âWhat?â
âYour shoulder.â
âI was stretching.â
âDoes it hurt?â
Leon grumbles a response under his breath, unimpressed that you might have found something you could actually treat him for. You raise your brows. âIâll take that as a yes. Let me see.â
âItâs fine.â
âAgent Kennedy.â
He pretends not to hear you.
âLeon.â
âFine,â he gripes like a child being forced to get a shot and maneuvers to lay his stomach flat on the cot, his back faces toward the ceiling. He takes off his brown, fur-lined jacket and discards it onto the next cot over. You get a whiff of musk and cinnamon from the breeze it makes.
The shirt that clings to him left nothing to the imaginationâa tight, black compression shirt stretches snugly over his muscles. You spread your fingers like fans to warm them up, then begin to run them over his shoulder and along the meat of his back.Â
You tsk, full of knots. This man needs a masseuse. You make a mental note to refer him to a good one you knew.Â
With the issue at hand, though, you find an impressive knot in his shoulder, which is likely the cause of his discomfort.Â
You huff, your work cut out for you. âThereâs a big knot in your shoulder, Leon. How are you living like this?â
âI wake up and roll out of bed.â
âI need to get this out.â
Leon turns his head, his cheek presses to the cot. He gives you a look that says nothing short of, are you serious? You smile as sweetly as you can at him, an attempt to coax him. To your surprise, he averts his gaze fast and relents. The blonde agent sits up and shrugs his shirt off. Itâs tossed next to his jacket.
Under the fire light and the dim glow of lanterns that hang in a line down the center of the tent, strings attached to the ceiling, you see the way chills prickle over the surface of his skin. Goosebumps, like rolled carpets being kicked open, unfurl down his arms rapidly and he lays down on his stomach once again.Â
Your face burns in the darkâyouâd be surprised if you arenât glowing like one of those lanterns from the amount of heat it exudes.
You use a dollop of skin cream to keep the area relaxed and pliable as you work out the knot with your fingers. You push it in the right direction until you got it in a better spot, then you knead it firmly. It crackles within his body.
âFuckâŚâ he groans in relief, nestling his head into the fabric of the cot as he sighs. âThey teach you massages in nursing school?â
âThat might be just a learned from life thing,â you state in total honesty. You wipe the excess lotion from your hands on a rag.Â
Curiously, he peers at you from the corner of his eye. âYou have someone back home you do that to?â
A laugh falls from your lips, though your face feels even hotter than before (if that is even possible). âNoânot at all.â
Leon lets out a pleasant hum and sit up from the cot. Good, he says without saying it.Â
He snatches his shirt and tugs it over his head; you pretend to make yourself busy so you have somewhere other to look than at him. You hear him sigh with great reprieve as he rolls his shoulder back and forth, it mustâve felt like a freshly oiled hinge.
He comes up behind you, his shoulder skims the back of your neck when he peers down at what you were doing on the counter. Which is a whole lot of nothing; moving cotton swabs from one container to the other, counting how many rolls of gauze you had left for the hundredth time. Mindless hand ministrations to distract you from the heart that pounds in your chest.
âIs this what you do all night?â he questions, mildly amused.
âSometimes.â
âMust be glad I showed up.â
âSomething like that,â you tease, glancing up at him with a coy smile.
You watch his withstraint break a little inside of him. He inhales sharply, losing the words you said somewhere between your eyes and your lipsâhe couldnât focus with your faces so close to each other and neither could you. Leon reaches for the hand that rested on the other side of you and drags you in between him and the counter, twirling you to face him. Then he pauses and appears lost, like he doesnât know which way is left and right.
Maybe he doesnât know what to do, you think. You donât really know either, so you go on about what you do know.
âYou should probably use kinesiology tape on your shoulder,â you comment, suddenly becoming hyper-aware of all of your limbs. His eyes donât leave your lips. Youâd be a liar if you say yours left his.
âYeah?âÂ
âYeah.â
The manâs body heat radiates off of him and itâs magnetic, pulling you closer, away from the bitter cold. Your breath hitches. His hand hovers over the curve of your neck, then it decides to rest on the side of your jaw, thumb pressed against your flushed cheek. You remember the texture of his warm palm, coarse and calloused from years of wear.
You try to memorize every fine line and crease that scuffs your face as he beckons you to close the gap with the slight tilt of his head. Iâd make a terrible agent, my resilience is slim to none, you theorize when your body moves before your mind does. His mouth hovers over yours, his breath traces your cupidâs bow. You close the distance enough that your lips graze each other until someone clears their throat from a few feet away.
Winona stands like a judgmental statue, thin brows raise expectantly. You, and Leon, jump away from each other. It rocks the counter with a loud clatter that echoes.Â
âAgent Kennedy,â she acknowledges him first as a sign of respect. He nods back awkwardly. âYou two look like youâre enjoying yourselves.â
Neither of you talk for a moment and you find yourself desperate to create any word that could explain what that was. Leonâs eyes dart around the room.
Finally, something solid comes to your tongue. âIâm sorry.â
And then she laughs in both of your faces. Her hand waves like itâs fanning your words away from getting inhaled. You and Leon glance at each other, brows knit in honest confusion.
âKids,â she exhales. âStop distracting my medic, Kennedy.â
Then he speaks, but it sounds more like a nervous cough. âYes, maâam.â
Winona shoos him with a gesture of her wrinkled hand and he musters a sheepish, apologetic smile for you as he hurries away from the tent. You donât make much of an effort to move as you prepare your ego for the chew out itâs about to receive.
âAnd you. Try to keep the fraternization out of the tent.â With that, she continues past you to search through some files, snickering to herself and shaking her head.
You arenât about to push your luck. You get to keep your job and ego intact, and thatâs enough for you. So, you whisper a quiet, âYes, maâam.â And go on with your day.
The encounter with Leon left you feverish and all tingly in every limb whenever it crossed your mind over the following days. You saw him out and about around the base, and during meals he offered you frail waves that faded in a breath.Â
Truth was, youâre too afraid of rejection to ask him about that nightâgo figure. Maybe youâre a cliche. Maybe youâre both cliches. Who cares? Well, you do, and you thought the ruffled, pink-tinted expressions on Leonâs face whenever you crossed paths meant that he did, too, but neither of you made a move to approach the other. You questioned if you would rather be told that his only plans for you was a short work fling with no strings attached, or if he felt the connection that you did. A terrible predicament, really, and soon your desire for a straight answer outweighed the fear of hearing something you didnât like.Â
When you went to find him in the meal tent, sitting alone in one of the back corners, he wasnât there. Okay. You waited, then decided to check the nooks and crannies of the base where you knew he hung around, and nothing. Leon vanished into thin air the moment you gathered enough courage to speak to him. Somehow you thought he read your mind and planned for this to happen, just to be able to tease you without being present. But that was simply ridiculous. He had to go to work, just like you had to do yours.
A week went by, then two; no sign of Leonâs reappearance cropped up and you began to worry you wouldnât get the chance to speak to him at all. The only reminder that soothed you was the fact that you knew the organization was on the home stretch for completely wiping Umbrellaâs power in Iceland. This reassured you for many reasons. Mainly, that youâd be able to sleep in your bed again at a proper time that didnât leave you exhausted; but you also found comfort in the idea of finally getting a word with the blonde agent that clung to your brain like a disease once everything was over.Â
Of course, you had fleeting thoughts that he died and youâd forever be left wondering about what could have been. But, that was just ridiculousâheâs Leon Kennedy, the agent that saved the presidentâs daughter from certain death. So, you chalked it up to your anxiety being built up as doubt about the succession of the mission began to be put to an end. That yes, you would all return home soon, and no nothing terrible and tragic would happen just as you were about to win.
Eventually, you all received the verdict of the mission. Success. The sun shone through the clouds brighter that day, in ribbons of gold that elevated all of your senses to something dreamlike. Another catastrophe prevented. More people savedâclockwork. To say you were pleased with the conclusion of your first ever out of country operation would be an understatement; you were ecstatic.Â
Still, you find yourself fretting over that thing with Leon as you help pack up the equipment in the medical tent.
Winona, who has grown increasingly engrossed in your love life, gives you a knowing look when your lips tug downward and you send a pointed glance toward the entrance of the tent for the tenth time in the last hour. She tsks and shakes her head. It gains your attention.Â
âJust talk to him,â she insists, shoving a couple boxes of bandaids into the case. Sheâs unimpressed with your antics and just wants you to get a move on.Â
You sigh and preen your hair like heâll walk in at any moment. âI havenât seen him.â
âHopeless,â she grumbles in response. âHopeless. If you wonât do something about it, stop looking at the door like a kicked dog and help me.â Winona retreats further into the tent and you succumb enough to follow her.
You must glower the whole time because she wonât stop sending you dirty looks while she tapes the cardboard boxes with a tape gun. Her movements are threatening. You try to fix your expression when the line of spokes reflects off of the bright horizon outside the tent as it slices the tape.
After the innards of the tent are packed into a dozen or so boxes, youâre the person left to pick them up one by one and drop them off with the rest of the cargo that needs to be shipped. Your back is sore from the sorry excuses of beds you have and your arms ache from hours of cramming things. Kicking snow with each shuffled step, you heave out a lengthy sigh and pause to breathe. Thereâs a reason Iâm not an agent.
âNeed a hand?â Leon asks from behind you. Youâre wondering how heâs always sneaking up on you.
Still, you nod and canât help but be relieved. âPlease.â
Like itâs filled with air, he takes the box from your hands and cocks a barely-there grin at your awed expression. Smug and content, he marches ahead with you in tow. You donât really know what to say to him, if anything at all.Â
You walk alongside him for the first time in the daylight, and you take in his features now that they arenât muddled in the darkened firelight or blurred by distance. Heâs chiseled, sunken cheeks and high cheekbones with that intense look on in his eyesâbut thereâs something elseâboyish, is what you think. Soft jaw. Moles and freckles litter themselves across his face.Â
Leon is beautiful and you would like to kiss him right now.
He stops at the drop off point, places the box next to the others and turns to you. Suddenly, he looks nervous and you feel some resolve escape your mind. Heâs about to ask you something. He opens his mouth, rosy lips parting and you breakâyou pull him behind a tall stack of boxes and kiss him.
The collar of his jacket is clutched between your fingers in a moment and your lips are on his; the fur tickles your skin. His lips are chapped and cold but you create warmth within him, you could be a summerâs day in this frigid air. His hands come to your waist, then your hips and his fingertips make indents when he holds you tight like this was always supposed to happen. When you part, youâre both breathless.
He searches for his words again, the question he was going to ask. âWould youâdinner? On me.â
You hum in faux thought and peck him on the lips again, then again, and a third time for good measure. He smiles into the last one.
âIâll take that as a yes.â
âIâm surprised you didnât start that by saying you stubbed your toe and needed my help.â
Leon chuckles. âI thought about it.â
He pulls you in again, tongue grazing your bottom lip. You lean in further, desperate for connection until you both go slipping like baby deer. The thin layer of snow on the ground left everything icy. He tumbles into some supplies and you land on top of him. Youâre both laughing into each otherâs mouths. Youâre both happy.
You chime together, like clockwork.
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