#Black Ski Weekend

[smhbackwrdzagain]

Captain America Brave New World (2025)

A red hulk, oh my lanta. The outfit of the new Captain, so classy. Joaquin my pressure baby falcon, please be safe out there. In my opinion is was a political movie. Delivered much like Kendricks halftime show, it was all sneaky, yet all in your face.

7/10

[amtrak12]

Okay but the Corinne American Girl doll is so stinking cute!!!! I love her so much and I'm so glad I own her now! 😍😭

I didn't buy her accessories but I did buy her ski outfit, so I've added her coat and ear warmer to her orignal outfit already. 🩵

[lieslab]

War of hearts

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Pairing: Minho X gn reader

Summary: An argument with your boyfriend leads to you trying to prove a point.

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: I'm back to writing requests and Minho is so black cat coded and this request felt like a great way to show that off. Thank you for requesting it, requestee <3

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“This is all your fault,” Minho mumbled from the driver’s seat. Beside you, he crossed his arms over his chest and glared into the distance. 

“My fault? This is my fault? Maybe if you wouldn’t have driven over a pile of glass in the middle of the street and went around it, we wouldn’t be sitting here stuck.” 

“And maybe you should have put back my spare tire after you hijacked the one I had.” 

“Fuck off!” You snapped angrily. “Is it too much to want to spend time with you? You’ve been so busy, all I wanted was one date with my-” 

“And what kind of date is a movie? When we sit there at the screen, ignoring each other, pretending we’re enjoying our time together when we’re not? You’re bullshiting yourself.” 

He leaned over to look at you. “If you would have waited until this weekend, I would have taken you out properly. Not to some stupid cheesy romance movie. I could have taken you out to dinner and we would have had a decent time together, but you’re about as stubborn as a goddamn mule.” 

Your fists curled and your nostrils flared. Your blood boiled and in that moment, you hated him. You hated Minho and his perpetual need for razor-sharp truths. The arrogance that rolled off him in acidic waves when he grew angry. 

You didn’t know how glass scattered all over the road, but you knew a piece embedded itself in one of the front tires. An angry hiss filled the air and he heard it because his window was down. He pulled over along the side of the road to find his tire slowly deflating. A sharp shard, covered in dust and grime, protruded from the tire. 

At first, he considered patching the hole, but then he realized he didn’t have his tire patching kit. He gave it to Changbin when he hit a nail coming into the company’s parking lot. He headed around to the trunk to find a spare, but the empty space mocked him. Too swept up in life, you hadn’t replaced the spare. Your own car suffered from a flat two weeks ago. You replaced it, but you’d forgotten to replace the spare in the back of his car. 

It sat at home, back behind the house, hidden away against the far wall of the garage. You planned on getting to it, but you hadn’t. Both of you were following your own career paths. It remained forgotten about and when you did remember, Minho had his car out and about. A never ending cycle that happened to catch up with you today. 

So the both of you sat stuck in the car. An empty field to your left and your right. Craving something new, you wanted to go to the theater in another town. It sounded good, but now you were stuck here. Minho called a company to tow the vehicle, but they said it could be a while before someone arrived. 

To make it worse, wind pushed gray misery-stained clouds above your heads. Your phone vibrated with a notification five minutes ago. A thunderstorm swept your way and the two of you were trapped in the middle of nowhere. You wanted to call someone to come get the two of you, but Minho refused. 

Too stubborn and upset, he sat there glaring at everything, like the empty fields with tangled weed patches that pulsed with fine lines of dirt. Freshly plowed, they awaited a new batch of seeds and another growing season from farmers’ calloused hands. The rolling skies, hung with spring humidity, and scented with an approaching ozone. 

He even glared at you and that hurt the worst. Too stressed and frustrated, sometimes he lashed out. He didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, but he couldn’t manage the whirlpool of his own. They built up and spiraled, raining down on both of you, and soaking you with misery. In the eye of his own storm, he didn’t know how to stop. 

He never meant the words, but they came out and cracked through the atmosphere. Your physical feelings, they became an afterthought more than anything. You sat here, letting his words soak your brain, causing you to feel worse. 

At first, it was a lingering hurt and a brush of sadness. His hand balled into a fist and slammed into the car horn. A sharp thud and brief beep. You flinched, sucking in a sharp breath. Hot tears built behind your eyes and then you swallowed the lump in your throat. 

“I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry I didn’t put the stupid fucking tire back, but I’m not sorry for wanting to watch a stupid cheesy romantic film with my boyfriend. I wanted to watch it with you because I hoped it’d remind you of what we’re supposed to have. So if that makes me a terrible and awful person then-” 

“Are you seriously making yourself the victim in this scenario?” 

“Go to hell, Minho.” 

“If that means I’m away from you and your childish tantrum, then it will be my pleasure.” 

You reached over, grabbed your car handle, and shoved the door open. You didn’t look to see if there was traffic, you just acted. Impulsive. Reckless. Foolish. Minho called after you, but you slammed the door, cutting off his words. 

Your phone sat in the back of your jeans. Dressed in a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, you started to walk back from the direction you came. Minho watched you from the rearview mirror of his car and huffed. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” 

He shoved his door open and stuck his head from the car. “Where the hell are you going? Get back here!” 

“I’m going home!” 

“You’re going to be soaked and catch a cold.” 

“I don’t care.” You kept walking, not bothering to turn towards him.

“So you’re walking away? What is this? Your way of breaking up with me?” 

“Sure. Happily. Consider this my good-bye.” You reached behind you and flashed him the middle finger. 

“You are such a brat.” 

“And you’re an asshole.” 

“You know what? Fine. Fine! You want to act childish? Go ahead. Have fun walking home. Don’t bother coming back into the car.” He jerked open the door, shoved himself inside, and slammed it shut so hard, it rattled the vehicle. 

Grumbles filled the interior. He glared at the sky once more, cursing the slow tow-truck. He flipped off the pile of glass on the opposite side of the road. Despite his anger, he kept an eye on your wavering form in his rearview mirror. 

He was right about one thing, you were stubborn as a mule. 

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You lost track of your trek. One foot in front of another. One step and then another and then another and then another. Icy rain fell from the gates of heaven at some point. It restricted your view and left you feeling like a disoriented victim of waterboarding. 

Could a person drown while walking through the rain? Ice soaked your skin. It slipped down your bare arms. Your t-shirt clung to your torso. By the time you made it home, you’d barely be able to free yourself from the jeans. 

You walked and walked and walked. Along that barren road, the fields ended a distance ago. How far had you walked? One mile? Five? You didn’t know anything, but the distant roar of thunder and the occasional flash of lightning from the corner of your eye. The further you went, the more you wished you would have shut up and stayed in Minho’s car. 

The leather padded seats with the seat warmers. You could have played a game on your phone, or fell asleep while you waited. He would have cooled off and apologized. Things would have gotten better. Neither of you got into fights all the time, but when they happened, they were nasty. 

He probably blew up your phone in your back pocket. You weren’t going to answer it. Would your phone die in the rain? Was there service here? Empty sprouts of faded yellow grass. Someone either forgot to fertilize, the soil was bad, or the grass had been soaked in something that killed its growth. Regardless, puke yellow wasn’t a great color to look at while you shivered from rain. 

Your fingers shook and your teeth chattered. Droopy eyes and a tipped head. You hadn’t seen a car since you left him. Nobody passed by, so nobody stopped to ask you if you were okay. You shivered uncontrollably, quivering, trying to keep your organs warm. Why did cold rain do that? It chilled you to the bone. 

Occasionally, a foot nearly slipped out from beneath you. Soaked grass and the sopping wet bottoms of your rubber soles didn’t help. Wind picked up and your eyes squeezed shut. The direction of the downpour changed and flicked to the side. You jerked to the side, trying to hide your face from the unforgiving water. It soaked the side of your head instead. 

Beneath the roar of the untethered storm, a humming engine. You pulled back from the road, hoping the driver could see through frantic windshield wipes. You were a good distance away from the road, so hopefully, they wouldn’t hit you. With a sniffle, you stepped back further. 

An engine idled and a window rolled. “Get in the car, you idiot. You’re soaked and working on catching a cold.” 

“Leave me alone, Minho. I’m fine. I’m going home. I’ll get there at some point.” 

“There are flood warnings and the wind is supposed to increase. Get in the car, so we can go home. Don’t make me get out of this car and come get you.” 

“I thought the car was getting towed.” 

“The guy had a patch kit, so I asked him if he could patch it instead.” 

You sniffled and wiped at your face. It didn’t do anything, besides smear more water all over you. Turned away from his car, you still hadn’t faced him. He called your name and you hesitated, but finally spun around. Your eyes sat teary and red. 

“Come on,” his voice softened, “come back so you can get warm.” 

Your head tipped in defeat and you finally nodded. He pressed the unlock button and the doors clicked open. You headed around to the passenger’s seat and climbed inside. He didn’t lecture you for getting rain water everywhere. 

“I’m sorry,” he finally spoke after a few moments of silence. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you for something so stupid. I know I haven’t been the best significant other lately.” 

You stayed silent, blinking rapidly, and staring out the window. Freezing cold, your bottom lip trembled, partly because you were trying not to cry, and because you felt miserable. Your sass-filled ego had taken a nosedive as well. You were nearly twenty minutes from home by car, walking home would have taken forever. 

The gear shift moved and Minho turned the wheel. You both rode in silence until he broke it again. “When we get home, do you want to order takeout? We can get food and watch one of those romance movies from a streaming service.” 

“We don’t have to.” 

“I want to. I want to make up for being so…” 

“Dickish?” 

“Dickish, yeah. I don’t want to break up with you. I’ve never wanted to break up with you. I’ve been having a horrible time lately, but I see that I need to manage it better. You shouldn’t have felt that you had to walk alone in a thunderstorm.” 

“I don’t want to break up with you either. I should be apologiz-” 

“Don’t do that. Calling me names was valid. I deserved that.” His fingers gripped tighter around the wheel. He flicked the turn signal and let out a sigh. “I deserve far more than that, honestly, but I’m glad I found you.” 

“If I go home and dry off, can we cuddle?” 

He glanced over, letting his eyes catch yours. “Is that what you want?” 

“I mean, you don’t have to if you’re not feeling up to it.” 

“When was the last time we held each other?” 

You shrugged, unsure of the answer. 

“Okay, but if you try to tickle me, I’m going to bite you.” 

A small smile quipped up from the side of your lips. “I’m not going to tickle you. Not tonight, I don’t think I have it in me.” You reached a hand for his empty one, wanting to hold it. 

“Promise?” 

“I promise.” 

He let his fingers slip through yours, relishing in the coolness of your palm, silently thanking the universe that the rain washed away your temporary anger and he didn’t have to hog-tie you to get you back home.

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-ˏˋ Snowy Homecoming ˊˎ

✩credits to XXi_PHYLLIS on X for the photo used ✩

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ summary: Zayne’s parents invite you to their vacation cabin home for the weekend to reunite and talk about your new relationship.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ warnings: alot of fluff, crying, zayne gets embarrassed ALOT, falling (literally), food mentioned, uhhh idk it gets sappy

ੈ✩‧₊˚ word count: 6.3k

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“Are you ready?”, Zayne asks as he grabs both sets of luggage and places them in the trunk of his car. His black trench coat flowing backwards as the wind from the trunk hits it.

You can’t deny you are nervous and excited. You have known Zayne’s parents your entire life and are very comfortable around them. However, this feels different, after informing them of your new relationship together they were astounded. His parents were so happy to know you both established a romantic relationship as they have always wanted for the both of you. They adored you and only wanted the best for you and Zayne. They know you so well which puts you at ease but also makes you nervous to see them again after so long. Now being in a relationship with their son, it feels like an official meeting and a big step in your relationship. You have only been dating for about three months but it feels like years since you have both known each other for so long.

“I guess so”, you say nervously, fidgeting with your fingers. Zayne softly smiles and walks towards you. He readjusts your toboggan as you look up to him.

“Don’t be nervous, these are my parents we are talking about. They love you already.”, he smiles as he finishes his adjustment. He can’t help but admire the pink puffer jacket you are wearing with a white turtleneck and black sweatpants. He finds you adorable in your cold weather attire.

“I know that and I love them too. It’s just that, now they are going to see me as your girlfriend and not your goofy childhood friend”, you look up at him and he places his hand on your cheek, cupping it and rubbing his thumb slowly.

“Don’t worry, I know you are nervous but just be your goofy self like you always are”, he smirks and you smile while playfully rolling your eyes.

“Okay I’ll try, I just don’t want them to think of me differently like I corrupted their son or something”, you say and he can’t help but giggle at your statement.

“Corrupt me huh? Who is to say I haven’t corrupted you?”, he whispers in your ear then winks at you. You swat at his arm and he chuckles.

“Alright let’s go my corrupter, it’s supposed to snow soon”, he says making his way toward your door then opening it, waiting for you to take your spot in the passenger seat. You oblige and get settled in the passenger seat as Zayne makes his way to the drivers side. He gets in and you're off to his parents vacation house.

They invited you both to stay a weekend with them in their snowy vacation cabin getaway. The house is right next to a resort that has a big ski slope, snowboarding and other fun winter activities. You have never been to anything like this before so you are happy to be going with Zayne. Your thoughts were interrupted when you feel Zayne’s hand on your thigh. You look over to see one hand on the steering wheel and one hand on your thigh. You instantly blush at the sudden contact. Zayne has admitted that he doesn’t have much experience when it comes to relationships, he was open about this from the beginning. You have been patient with him when it comes to initiating anything physical because you know he is nervous. So anytime he initiates something, your heart flutters a bit.

“Is this okay?”, he asks, looking at you and you smile while nodding. You place your hand on top of his and he lets go of your thigh to interlock your fingers. You look over at him and his face wears a small smile. You both sit in comfortable silence for a while until Zayne asks you a question.

“So, what are you looking forward to doing the most? There are a lot of activities we can do together there”, he says, adjusting his fingers with yours.

“I’m not sure, I haven’t done any of these things before so I’m a little nervous to try them”, you admit that you're anxious. What if you fall down the snowy hill and roll on for miles because you can’t stop? That would be so embarrassing. Or worse, what if you don’t fall and trip for an extended period of time in front of him? The thought alone makes you want to melt into your seat.

“Don’t be nervous, I can teach you whatever you want to learn to do. I have done most of these activities multiple times so I can help”, he says wiggling your hands together for reassurance.

“Okay but you can’t laugh if I fall, trip or make a fool of myself”, you say to him and wait for him to make a promise to you.

“I will try to hold it in but I cannot guarantee that”, he smiles.

“Zayne!”, you say surprised by his response and let go of his hand. You fold your arms to your chest and look out the window.

“I’m sorry but I can’t promise you that. What if you fall in a cute way, I won’t be able to control my laughter”, he says smiling just thinking about it.

“Please forgive me and I apologize in advance if I do in fact laugh”, he says tugging at the end of your puffer jacket. You still face away from him but interlock your hands together again. Heat rises in your cheeks when you feel Zayne squeeze your hand gently.

After about an hour's drive you both arrive at the vacation cabin. The place is enormous and is very luxurious. The cabin is something out of a real estate magazine for very rich people. Zayne parks the car in the driveway and faces you.

“You ready? Remember there is no need to be nervous okay?”, he says, placing his hand to your cheek. You relax against his touch and nod. You know that everything will be fine but you can’t help your nerves. Just as you are about to say something you see Zayne’s parents making their way out of the house and towards his car. He sees the nervousness on your face and turns around to see his parents, he waves at them through the windows of the vehicle.

“Let’s go”, he says and you nod. Zayne opens the door first and you follow suit, getting out of the passenger side.

“Zayne honey oh my goodness, how have you been?”, Zayne's mom immediately goes to hug Zayne and he hugs her back gently.

“I’m fine mom, have you been well?”, he asks and she nods, moving back a bit.

“I’ve been wonderful, sweetie”, she smiles at him. Once his mom says her greetings his dad hugs him as well.

“Welcome back son, it's been too long”, he says, patting his back during the hug. Zayne hugs his dad then pulls away. You can’t help but smile seeing the sweet relationship he has with his parents.

“Good to see you too dad”, Zayne says, pulling away from the hug. As soon as his dad pulls away they all focus their attention on me.

“Y/N is that you?”, Zayne’s mom says in surprise as she looks past Zayne and you make eye contact. You gently smile and wave at his parents.

“Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Li”, you say walking toward them as they make their way toward you as well. Zayne’s mom instantly embraces you in a hug. You hug her back and she holds you gently by the arms as she pulls back.

“What’s with the formalities kiddo? You never call us that”, Zayne’s father says as he pats your head. You instantly feel relaxed and all your nervousness goes away. Zayne was right, it feels exactly like before when I was a kid. Your heart swells at how welcoming they are and how happy they are to see you again.

“Sweetheart you look gorgeous and so grown up. When Zayne told me you both were dating I literally screamed over the phone. I couldn't believe our Y/N and Zayne were finally together”, she says going back in for another hug, this one lasting a bit longer as she sways us side to side. You can’t help but hug her back tightly, feeling a sense of home with them.

“It’s so nice to see you both again. Thank you for welcoming me so kindly”, you say while you both are still hugging. A smile present on your face.

“Oh dear, we are so happy to have you, you can come around anytime”, she says and pats you back as you sway. You make eye contact with Zayne and he smiles, approaching his mom.

“Okay mom, you are going to suffocate her”, Zayne says and pulls his mom back gently from your grasp. She giggles and pulls away, smiling ear to ear.

“I’m sorry dear I got carried away”, she laughs and holds Zayne's arm.

“Oh honey let’s get you inside, we are making dinner we better check on it”, Zayne’s dad insists with a smile and helps her back into the house. Zayne nods at his dad as they both go back inside the house.

“Well I told you they would be happy to see you”, Zayne smiles and you can’t help but feel a sense of relaxation from the encounter.

“Are you alright? Sorry, they were a bit much”, Zayne nervously moving toward you, examining your expression.

“Yeah I'm fine, I feel alot better now and the nerves are gone”, you smile at him and he smiles back down at you. He leans down and kisses your forehead, immediately making you blush.

“You can head inside and I’ll grab our bags. I know my mom has been waiting for you to arrive for some time now. She has been wanting to catch up”, he softly chuckles and you nod. You take a deep breath and make your way into the cabin.

The cabin was just as beautiful on the inside as it was on the outside, if not more. The first floor was beautiful with wooden accents making everything feel homey. There was an upstairs level and you also couldn’t help but notice the amazing high ceilings. There was a beautiful fireplace with a cute living room set centered around it. The smell of dinner made you feel at home. You take off your puffer jacket and place it on the coat rack near the entrance. You can’t believe his family owns such a nice cabin. You smiled as Zayne’s dad walked back into the living room.

“Hi dear, my wife would love it if you could give her a hand in the kitchen. If you ask me, I think she just wants an excuse to talk to you. I’ll go help Zayne bring in your things”, he smiles and you laugh at him throwing Zayne’s mom under the bus. You always admired their cute and playful relationship. You walk into the kitchen to see an array of entrees and sides displayed for dinner.

“Oh hi sweetie, would you mind helping me set the dining table? I will go around and place the food on all plates. Is there something you don’t like? Just tell me your preferences”, she smiles warmly finishing the last dish she prepared. Everything looked wonderful and you couldn’t wait to try it.

“Everything looks amazing, if you don’t mind I will take a bit of everything”, you say grabbing the dishware and cutlery. Zayne’s mom smiles widely as she starts plating the food as you set the dishes down. Zayne’s mom was always so beautiful when she smiled, it's like she was glowing.

“Of course, you will have to let me know what you liked most okay?”, she giggles and you laugh with her. As you both got done she turns towards you in the kitchen.

“I don’t want to pry in your relationship but I just wanted to say I am so happy you both are together. Ever since you both were kids I always thought you were a good influence on Zayne. Now that you both are grown and found each other again, well it just makes my heart so happy”, she smiles and you feel a sense of belonging and warmth.

“Thank you, Mrs. Li. I always looked up to you growing up and your relationship with Mr. Li. I hope Zayne and I can have what you both have. It’s still new so we are figuring things out but we both are happy”, you smile and she starts to get teary eyed.

“Oh my goodness I didn’t mean to upset you Mrs. Li”, you say, grabbing a napkin nearby and handing it to her. She smiles and shakes her head.

“I’m not upset, I’m just happy. Me and your gran talked about the thought of you two being together years ago and I know this would have made her happy as well”, she says wiping her tears away with the napkin. The mention of gran made you tear up as well, Zayne’s mom notices you holding back so she hugs you in a warm embrace.

“You have always been like family to me and you are always welcomed here. We love you sweetheart”, she says and you begin to cry a bit more. Family and belonging is something you have yearned for and now you have it.

“What's going on? Did something happen?”, you hear the voice of Zayne’s dad ask in a worried tone.

“Y/N”, you hear Zayne as well. Zayne’s mom lets you go and you both turn toward them, tears in both of your eyes. Zayne now in only his black turtleneck and his sleeves slightly rolled up.

“Oh don’t worry about us, we just had a moment”, she laughs and you giggle with her wiping your tears away with a napkin as well. Both of their features soften as they both look between the two of you.

“That's enough sapping, let's eat! We have so much to catch up on over dinner”, his mom says while ushering us to the table. You and Zayne sit across from his parents. When you sit down Zayne grabs your hand and gently squeezes it underneath the table. His gesture makes you smile and you squeeze it back softly.

The dinner was delicious, everything Zayne’s mother prepared tasted like it came from a five star restaurant. You cleaned your plate a bit quicker than you would like to admit. However the conversations lasted longer after all the plates were emptied. Everyone talked about old times and what you and Zayne were like as kids. You talked about how you thought Zayne disliked you as a kid growing up and his parents laughed.

“Are you kidding? Zayne never stopped talking about you when you were younger. He would always come home after school and tell us about your time together and all the jokes you would tell him. He always thought your jokes were so funny he had to share them with us. He would work day in and day out in his room making study plans for you to help you out in school. We always thought he had a little crush on you.”, Zayne’s dad exclaimed. This was new information to you, you looked over at Zayne who was wide eyed. His face painted with the cutest shade of pink, and his ears to match.

“Can we not talk about this?”, Zayne says looking down at his palms.

“Oh he would also look up those little collectables you liked online. He couldn’t afford them so he begged us to do chores around the house so he could buy them for you.”, his dad smiles and his mother shushes him, trying to not make Zayne more embarrassed than he already is.

You remember collectables always showing up in your locker with no note on who they were from. You always assumed Caleb put them there and never questioned it.

“That was you who put them in my locker?”, you ask, looking at him, he doesn’t make eye contact with you. This realization warms your heart, you could honestly cry but you hold back your tears. He only nods, he doesn’t say anything.

“I would also find letters in the trash that-“, his dad continued but was cut off.

“Dad, please”, Zayne asked in a firmer tone. His dad closed his mouth slowly and nodded.

“Honey, let's not embarrass them. Why don’t you both get settled upstairs? Come down when you are ready and we can make hot chocolate”, Zayne’s mom saves him from further embarrassment. You smile and nod at them as Zayne gets up from the table, you follow suit.

Zayne doesn’t say anything as he walks up the stairs and into a bedroom. You follow him and you can’t help but admire how beautifully decorated the room was. There was a fireplace in this room as well with an attached bathroom. The whole room looked neat and spotless.

“This is the only other guest bedroom aside from my parents. I will take the couch downstairs”, Zayne says, grabbing his suitcase and goes to exit the room.

“Wait, you don’t have to sleep on the couch”, you say, grabbing his hand that is holding the suitcase. He looks down at your hands and looks back up at you. You quickly move your hands away.

“I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable”, he says looking at the ground.

“I don’t mind sharing, unless you are uncomfortable, then I can sleep on the couch”, you say and he shakes his head.

“No need, we can share if you are okay with that”, he says and you smile, nodding shyly. The silence in the room made the atmosphere not awkward but not comfortable either. Zayne was obviously devastated that his dad shared details that he didn’t want you to know from his teenage years. He also doesn’t know how to converse with you after that. You take the initiative to break the ice and push away any of his uncomfort.

“So how is your mom that good at cooking? I remember her packing me lunches sometimes but i’ve never had anything like that before”, you smile and you can see the relief leave his body.

“She has always been a good cook but I agree. She must have improved her skills knowing you would be visiting”, he laughs returning his suitcase next to yours.

You sit down on the bed and pat the spot beside you, referring him to sit down. He sits down beside you and you grab his hand. His skin is cool to the touch and you trace the small scars from his wrist down to his fingers.

“So what should we do first tomorrow? What is Dr. Zayne willing to teach me?”, you ask and he smiles

and cocks one eyebrow up at you.

“What are you willing to learn?”, he asks and you put a finger up to your chin, making it look like you are pondering his question.

“Hmmmm maybe snowboarding? Or skiing?”, you suggest and he nods.

“Alright, my mother already bought you an outfit to wear for any activities you might want to do while you are here. We can go to the slope after breakfast tomorrow. How does that sound?”, he says while watching you play with his hand, chill bumps forming on his skin.

“That sounds good. I will have to thank her for buying me an outfit, she is too nice”, you say with a smile and he places his other hand on top of yours. You look up to meet his gaze.

“I-um, we should unpack our things”, he lets go of your hand after a moment of eye contact. He is shying away from you. Is he that embarrassed about what his dad said?

Zayne quickly helps you unpack your things as he does his own unpacking as well. He showed you the cute outfit his mother bought you. It is a winter sports outfit that is pink and white. She also got you goggles to match. Zayne’s mom also bought him one to match but the colors are a dark blue and white with the same pattern as yours. You giggle knowing she wanted the both of you to match. He internally face palms but he smiles, not admitting he likes the concept of you both matching.

After unpacking you both head downstairs to join his parents in drinking some hot chocolate by the fireplace. You all are sitting around the living room talking and having a great time when Zayne’s mom claps her hands together, making everyone gain her attention.

“I almost forgot, I have something to show y/n”, she gets up from her seat and scurries away to the other room.

“Oh no, she is bringing it”, Zayne’s dad laughs and looks at Zayne.

“Bringing what?”, Zayne asks, curious to what his mother has planned.

She comes back with a giant book and she plants a seat next to you, making you sit between her and Zayne. The giant book reads “photo album” and you can’t help but smile knowing exactly what's about to happen.

“Is this what I think it is?”, you ask, smiling at his mom. She nods excitedly and you both giggle to each other.

“Mom, why did you bring this?”, Zayne asks with a bit of a whine making you laugh.

“Zayne let me have this. I have been dying to break out the baby photos since you’ve never had a girlfriend before I could show them to”, she laughs and opens the book. You are Zayne’s first girlfriend? You could feel him tense up against you after his mom dropped more new information about him. You oat his hand to non verbally tell him it's okay.

You join in with his mother basking at his baby photos. He was adorable as a baby. The more the pictures went on the older he got in the photos. Seeing Zayne in this new way made your heart melt. She keeps flipping until she stops on one photo.

“Look here is one of you two when you were little. How precious, you both look so cute”, it's a picture of you and Zayne standing side by side with lunch boxes in hand. You are smiling and posing with a V sign; meanwhile, Zayne was standing beside you with no expression on his face and looking into the camera. You can’t help but find it cute, he hasn’t changed much.

“Can I see that picture for a moment?”, you ask and she removes it from the album and hands it to you. You pull out your phone and snap a photo of it. You put your phone away and admire it a bit more. You look over your shoulder and show it to Zayne.

“Look at you, you haven’t changed at all”, you laugh and he examines the photo. He looks at it then at you as he smiles.

“Neither have you, still adorable”, he states and his mom squeals, making you laugh.

“Okay I think that's enough for today”, Zayne says in reaction to his mom.

“No I want to keep looking”, you say and continue to flip through the album with his mom.

After what seems like another hour of flipping through photos you decide to call it a night. You didn’t notice but Zayne had already left the room. You wish his parents a goodnight and make your way up to your shared guest room.

You open the door to see Zayne who looks like he is asleep on the bed. You quietly grab a change of pajamas and go to the bathroom to get ready for bed. You remove your makeup, brush your teeth and change clothes before making your way back into the bedroom. You climb into bed next to Zayne. He has one arm under his pillow and the other laying next to him by his face. You can’t help but admire his handsome features.

You don’t even notice what you are doing before your hand touches his face. You brush a few of his bangs out of his face to admire him more. After that you decide to lightly trace his jaw and nose. You lightly graze his cheek and go to touch his lips. But, before you could, his hand grabbed your wrist. Seconds later his emerald green eyes open and look at you. Your body freezes and all you can do is meet his gaze.

“You are so handsy”, he states and you lightly scoff, making him grin.

“Sorry, I just thought you looked so peaceful. I didn’t mean to wake you up”, you say as he lets go of your hand.

“Don’t apologize, I was awake”, he states and you look at him with disbelief.

“So you were faking being asleep?”, you ask him and he shakes his head.

“No, I simply just had my eyes closed”, he smirks and you lightly swat at his chest. He laughs and interlocks your hands together.

“I’m sorry if anything today made you uncomfortable, I wasn’t planning on sharing those things with you. At least not anytime soon”, he admits fidgeting with your hand.

“I wasn’t uncomfortable. I found it enduring that you had a little crush on me. Back then it would have been nice to know that you didn’t hate me. You were always so cold and stern.”, you giggle and he frowns. He swallows and looks back up to meet your gaze.

“I’ve never been good at expressing my emotions. I used to write them down on paper but I am trying to work on expressing them, especially to the people I care for the most”, he says looking back and forth between your eyes. You feel the familiar heat rise in your cheeks again. You knew Zayne cares for you but hearing him say it gives you reassurance that you need from him.

“I know Zayne and I appreciate you being honest with me. I admit I like it when you express your feelings, it makes me happy to know if you're happy”, you smile and he pauses for a moment before pulling you a bit closer to him. The sudden movement surprises and excites you.

“Can I hold you for a while?”, he asks, his face softening and his cheeks rosy.

“Mhmm”, you reply, adjusting yourself in his arms. You lay your head on his chest, you can feel his stiffened body start to relax. He starts to stroke your hair down your back, helping you relax into his touch. You close your eyes letting yourself get sleepy. Zayne looks down at you and smiles, seeing that you have fallen asleep in his arms.

“You don’t know how much you mean to me”, he says just above a whisper and closes his eyes too, joining you in wonderland.

THE NEXT DAY

“Zayne I don’t know if I can do this”, you say nervously as you have your feet locked into the snowboard beneath you. You look down the intimidating ski slope and begin to internally panic. Zayne sees the anxiety written all over your face and tries to calm you down.

“Don’t worry I am right here. I won’t let you fall”, he says holding both of your hands as you begin to gently slide down the hill inch by inch.

“I feel more comfortable if we went over there”, you say pointing past him. He turns around and looks to see the kid training area with a tiny baby hill where all the kids are sliding down. He can’t help but chuckle and you swat at his arm.

“Don’t make fun of me, I’m really scared”, you sah and he rubs the area on his arm you hit.

“Okay we can go over there if you would prefer it”, he says and you nod vigorously, wanting to get off this huge slope immediately. He smiles and picks you up carrying your bridal style to carry you over to the kid section.

Zayne sets you down and you scan the small hill. Multiple sets of parents are helping their kids learn how to ski or snowboard. You immediately feel more comfortable knowing that if you fall it won’t lead to your impending death. Zayne quickly adjusts your helmet and makes sure you are still secure on the snowboard.

“Okay, ready?”, he asks and you nod. He then makes sure to get on his snowboard and secures himself. He holds your hands in his and he helps you start to move. Moving very slowly down the hill and your eyes are glued to the ground making sure you aren’t going to fall.

“Hey, look at me. Relax and just focus on me”, Zayne says in a gentle tone. You nod and focus on his face as you feel yourself slowly glide down the hill. At some point you become less worried and actually start to enjoy it.

“This is actually kind of fun”, you say and zayne smiles.

“Yeah? You are doing great”, he says and you can feel both of you gliding down the hill a bit faster but it feels like you are flying. You feel so free and happy in this moment with him.

“We are almost at the bottom. When I say we are going to bring our boards to the front of us so we can stop okay?”, he says and you nod, listening to his every direction.

“Okay. 3..2..1”, he says and you both move your boards to the front. However, you knock your board against his and Zayne goes tumbling which in suit makes you tumble. He falls back first onto the snow and you fall on top of him. You both groan feeling the impact of the snow on your bodies.

“Y/N are you alright? You’re not hurt right?”. Zayne asks, taking his goggles off to examine you. He takes your goggles off and can’t help but laugh. He smiles and joins you in your fit of laughter. After the laughter fades you both just take a moment to look at each other. You can’t help but lean down and place your lips on his. He is taken by surprise but he gently moves his lips against yours, closing his eyes.

“Eeewwwe get a room”, the statement of a disgusted little boy breaks the mood and your kiss. The boy skis away and you look at Zayne and start laughing again. You roll off of Zayne and he gets up, extending his hand to help you up.

“I think that's enough snowboarding for me, I don’t think it's my thing”, you laugh as he hands you your goggles.

“That’s okay, you are great at a lot of other things.”, he bends down to help you out of your snowboard and then he releases himself from his.

“Or really? Like what kind of things?”, you ask, taking your snowboard in one hand and holding Zayne’s hand in the other. You both begin to walk up the slope toward the exit as he replies.

“Like hunting wanderers, making funny jokes, eating food, kissing..”, he says, trailing off and looking away. You blush at his statement and pick up some snow and throw it at him.

“What was that for?”, he says in surprise, smiling while also scoffing at your sudden attack.

“You can’t just say those things”, you say trying to hide your face from him.

“I’m just being truthful”, he says as you both continue to walk toward the exit.

Once you both reach the exit you change and make your way back to the cabin. When you reach the cabin Zayne makes you some tea and grabs a warm blanket for you to bundle up in. Zayne’s parents were out for the day on their little date so you had some alone time with him. You both watched movies by the fireplace and had soup for lunch to warm your bellies after a cold day.

“I am going to use the restroom I’ll be right back”, you say and he nods pausing the movie you were both watching. He grabs his phone to check in on his parents as you make your way up the stairs to the guest restroom.

You stop in your tracks when you feel something crunch beneath you right foot. You see a piece of crumpled up paper underneath the dresser, you pick it up and you are about to throw it away but recognize the handwriting as Zayne’s. You go against your better judgement and sit on the bed and open the paper.

It reads:

I’m at a loss for words each time we meet. She enchants me with everything she does. The feeling is overwhelming and at times overbearing. Her presence fills me with warmth, making my cold demeanor waiver. It's different but comforting. Is this feeling of love or something close to it? My heart beats rapidly at every thought of her. I cannot bear to be apart from her, not even for a second. The time we spend apart is the time I spend longing for her, waiting to see her once again. She is of a Jasmine flower, sweet in fragrance and an essence of beauty. Leaving me wanting to catch every petal that may fall. This must be the definition of love, if not then what is? Even though I cannot express it, in my heart it feels true. I want her to experience this feeling I have, even if not with me. I want her to be happy and to love unconditionally.

After you read the letter you feel the tears start falling from your eyes to your cheeks. The paper dated back 10 years ago, when you and Zayne were both in high school together. Right before he left for college, not seeing him again until last year.

“Y/N?”, Zaynes voice makes you turn your gaze from the paper to him. He looks at your now puffy eyes to the paper in front of you.

“You weren’t supposed to see that”, he says, stepping closer to you. You pull the paper closer to you so he can’t grab it.

“Is this about me?”, you say looking up at his worried expression, tears still streaming down your face.

“I didn’t realize that was here. It wasn’t meant to upset you. I shouldn’t have written it, I will get rid-”, he says, going to grab the paper but you move it away from him again.

“Did you really love me back then? Are these words written about me?”, you say and he can only nod slowly, his eyes starting to glisten. You stand up meeting his gaze.

“Why didn’t you tell me back then?”, you ask softly, grabbing his hand. He lowers his gaze to your thumb gently rubbing his hand and he meets your eyes again.

“I- just couldn’t, it would have been selfish of me”, he says, a single tear slipping from his eyes. You place your hand on his cheek, wiping the tear away with your thumb.

“Zayne, loving someone is not selfish. I wish I would have known back then”, you say and watch as another tear slips down his face.

“Nothing has changed, those words still remain in my heart. I love you just as much now as I did back then, but even more. I wanted to wait to tell you once we deepened our relationship but I-“, he pauses and places his hand on yours that's holding his cheek.

“Zayne”, you say softly. You have never seen him open up like this, never seen him at his most vulnerable.

“I don’t expect you to say it back. I want you to be happy whether that's with me or someone else”, he says, tears starting to fall rapidly now. He tries to hide his face to wipe his tears away but you place your other hand on the other side of his face.

“Zayne, I don’t want to be with anyone else. You make me happy, you are the one I love”, you state and his expression in his eyes turns from worry to relief. You wipe the tears from his face as he moves a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“I love you so much”, he states and lowers his head to meet his lips with yours. The kiss was soft, slow and full of unconditional love for each other. He smiles and places his hand behind your neck, deepening the kiss. It's not rushed or even lustful, it's full of years of unspoken love and affection.

You both pull away and you peck his lips one more time, making him smile.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner”, he says, pressing his forehead against yours.

“I think I was meant to find that letter, I am glad I know now”, you smile, gently playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Where did you find that anyway?”, he asks, looking at the paper.

“Knock knock, sorry I forgot I left something in here by accident”, Zayne’s mom announces, startling you and Zayne both.

“Mom? How long have you been standing there?”, Zayne asks and she ignores his question.

“Ah here it is, it must have slipped out of the photo album”, she says picking up the letter, winking at you then leaving the room. You can’t help but giggle at her sly tactics. She leaves the room and Zayne is left dumbfounded.

“Your mom really was rooting for us huh?”, you laugh and Zayne turns around and watches you as you giggle.

Zayne walks past you and falls face first into the bed, hiding himself from embarrassment. You sit next to him on the bed and stroke his back.

“There there”, you say between giggles as Zayne screams into a pillow.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

a/n: I apologize to my Zayne girlies, I have failed you. This one ssuuuuccckkkeeeddd. I was debating on scrapping it because I don’t like it. It belongs in the garbage honestly. Even though it’s trash I hope my Zayne girlies got something out of it. I shall do Caleb next me thinks but I am not good at writing fluff so we will see what I do.

[kunareads]

worst behavior

sukuna x reader

sukuna doesn't just like to argue with you. he likes to lose.

masterlist

wc: 5.7k

this is 5.7k words of straight porn. IN MY DEFENSE, i think about being mean to him everyday.

content: friend!sukuna, smut!!! kissing, oral (f! and m! receiving), fingering, squirting, unprotected p in v sex, choking, some overstimulation, gagging (she stuffs her panties in his mouth call it what you want), reader wants to strangle him lowkey

18+ please <3

the cabin hums with warmth, the scent of firewood and something sweet drifting through the air. outside, snow blankets the trees, and cold wind howls against the windows. inside, easy laughter and the comfortable chaos of a weekend ski trip. the kind of night that makes you glad you came along.

sukuna arrives late, kicking the door open with a gust of icy air. He drops his bag like he owns the place. he tracks snow inside, ignoring complaints, slings an arm over the couch, and gives you this stupid look like he's waiting for you to say something. so you do.

you tell him to shut the fuck up before he even has the chance to speak, and his grin only widens, eyes glinting with something sharper than amusement.

it doesn't stop there. over the weekend, he lingers in your space, testing your patience with a practiced ease. he blocks your view of the tv until you kick him. he interrupts you mid-sentence just to get a reaction. he bumps into you, unnecessary and on purpose, his hand catching your waist for a second too long before he steps back with a grin like he's daring you to push him harder.

you do. you bite back every time with sharp words, sharper looks. and each time, his smirk turns lazy, satisfied.

it's not just teasing. it's calculated. the way he watches your mouth when you argue. the way his voice drops when he gets close like he knows exactly what he's doing.

you don't plan to give him the satisfaction.

+++

the cabin is quieter now. most of the group has dispersed to their rooms or sprawled out in the living room. the only sounds are the faint creak of floorboards under your socks and the low hum of the refrigerator as you rummage for snacks.

you're barely two bites into a cookie when you hear a familiar chuckle.

"midnight cravings?"

you glance up as sukuna strolls into the kitchen, moving with his typical cockiness. he's ditched his hoodie, leaving his tattoos exposed under a plain black t-shirt that fits a little too well.

"something like that," you say, narrowing your eyes as he steps closer. "shouldn't you be asleep?"

"couldn't sleep," he replies casually as he reaches past you, unnecessarily, into the cabinet. his arm brushes against yours, just enough for you to feel the warmth of his skin. your breath catches before you can stop it. sukuna notices.

"do you mind?" you ask, crossing your arms.

"not at all," he says, watching you, amused as he leans against the counter across from you. he doesn't take his eyes off you as he opens the cookie package, inspecting the contents.

"you're insufferable," you mutter, shaking your head.

he chuckles at your expression, and then, just to be an ass, he reaches out, plucks the cookie from your hand, and takes a bite.

you stare at him, speechless. then irritation bubbles up, hot and sharp. "you—"

"—shouldn't eat so much sugar this late?" he finishes smoothly, chewing like he's enjoying himself. "i know. just looking out for you."

"you're a nightmare."

his gaze flickers to your mouth. "you like it."

you feel the air shift.

it's not the first time he's looked at you like this, but it feels different tonight. charged. his grin sharpens each time you snap at him, like he's feeding off it.

"you've been messing with me all weekend," you say, sharply. "why?"

"i like the way you look at me when you're pissed," he shrugs. "nothing else like it."

your stomach flips.

"what the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"exactly what it sounds like," he says, his voice low.

the casual way he says it makes your pulse quicken. you hate how your body reacts to him. hate that you're noticing the way his voice dips lower, the way the air between you feels warmer.

"you're so full of yourself, sukuna," you mutter, shaking your head.

"i've been called worse."

you should end this here. roll your eyes and walk away. instead, you stay rooted in place, staring him down.

and sukuna, predictably, steps closer.

he's obviously baiting you. but there's something real under his teasing now, something undeniable in the way his gaze drops to your lips.

your instinct is to push him back, to say something biting. but you don't. you tilt your chin up, refusing to back down.

his fingers curl at your hips.

"tell me to stop," he says, his voice softer now.

you don't.

his smirk sharpens just slightly. "that's what i thought."

then he kisses you.

it's slow at first, like he's savoring the moment. his mouth moves against yours, teasing, testing. until you pull him closer, grabbing the front of his shirt and yanking him against you.

and his composure breaks.

sukuna growls against your lips, his hands tightening on your waist as he deepens the kiss, his body pressing into yours, pinning you against the counter. he bites your bottom lip, then soothes the sting with his tongue, a low groan escaping his throat when you slide your fingers into his hair.

you're both too lost in it to notice the footsteps approaching.

choso's voice cuts through the haze, flat and unimpressed. "please don't fuck in the kitchen."

you break apart instantly, your heart slamming against your ribs. sukuna, to his credit, barely looks fazed. his chest rises and falls heavily, his lips red and swollen, but he meets choso's stare without flinching.

"then get the fuck out," he says, voice rough.

when choso exits, grabbing the bag of chips he came for, there's silence.

then, sukuna turns back to you, grinning.

"my room. five minutes," you tell him.

his eyes flicker with something dark, his grin sharpening at the edges. "five minutes?"

you tilt your head, unbothered. "if you're not there, i'm taking care of myself."

for the first time this weekend, sukuna hesitates. he exhales deeply, looks at you for a second longer, and then he grins, slow and wolfish.

"five minutes."

+++

you shut the door behind you, leaning against it for a moment. the heat in your body hasn't cooled, not even close. if anything, it's harder to ignore now.

you don't rush. you glance around the room instead, fixing little things. you smooth the blanket, push your bag further under the bed, move a hoodie that's not even in the way.

you glance at the clock. two minutes left. a smile tugs at your lips. can he even last that long?

then the door creaks open. sukuna steps inside, shutting it behind him with an almost lazy push. early.

you sit on the edge of the bed and let the silence stretch a bit. "you're early."

he leans against the door, smirk lazy but his stance tense, coiled. waiting. "got impatient," he says, voice low. already making excuses.

your lips twitch. figures.

you tilt your head, watching him. he doesn't move closer. just stands there, gaze lingering on your face like he's waiting for something.

"well?" you murmur. "you made it. what now?"

his smirk lingers, but there's something darker there. "i was hoping you'd tell me."

"shouldn't you already know?" you muse. "considering how long you've been thinking about this."

his eyes flick to your mouth before settling back on your eyes. "maybe." a pause. "but i like the way you handle things."

you hum, letting your nails drag lightly down his chest. his breath stills. "then lock the door."

he doesn't hesitate. the click echoes in the silence before he crosses over to stand in front of you.

"bossy looks good on you," he murmurs.

your lips curl. "i'll keep that in mind."

you trace your fingers up his torso, watching the way his muscles twitch beneath your touch.

"what do you want, sukuna?" you ask, voice soft but firm.

his grin sharpens, his breathing unsteady. "depends on what you're offering."

a challenge.

your pulse thrums at the thought. he's giving you an opening, one you would've made for your self had he not offered.

you rise from the bed, tilting your chin up to hold his gaze. he observes you, the edges of his lips still curled as usual, but there's something else there now. his breath has slowed, his body tense, waiting.

"how bad do you want it?" you ask, fingers tracing a slow line along his jaw.

he squirms a bit beneath your touch. "bad," he answers, his voice already rough.

your lips twitch. of course, he does.

"then do what i say," you murmur, letting your fingers trail down his neck, pressing lightly a the base of his throat. you feel his exhale stutter.

his expression doesn't waver, but you feel the way his body reacts. his shoulders are tight, chest rising slow and deep, pulse pounding against your fingers as he moves to hold your hips.

"hands off," you say, your voice quiet but firm. "if you can't keep them to yourself, we're done."

there's a flicker of something in his eyes, maybe defiance or pride. restraint. but after a moment, he drops his hands to his sides.

"now," you say, your voice calculated. "get on the bed."

the flicker of hesitation is gone just as fast as it came. he obeys, sinking onto the edge of the bed, leaning back on his elbows, his legs spread just enough to make something hot coil in your stomach.

"take off your shirt."

"yes, ma'am," he says, smile widening.

you roll your eyes. "don't push it."

he pulls the fabric over his head and tosses it aside. his tattoos stand out stark against his skin, broad shoulders tapering into lean muscle.

you step forward, dragging a finger down the center of his chest, feeling the sharp inhale he takes at your touch.

"you look good like this," you murmur, watching his muscles twitch beneath your fingers.

his throat bobs when you trace over his ribs, his jaw going tight. "i'd look better with you on top of me."

"not yet," you hum.

his smirk falters just slightly, impatience creeping in. his hands flex against the sheets. he wants to touch you.

good.

you hook a finger under his chin, forcing him to meet your eyes. "you like following orders, sukuna?"

he inhales sharply, but he doesn't look away.

"…yeah," he admits. then, after a beat, softer, "from you."

your stomach tightens. you knew, but hearing it out loud sends heat curling through you.

"then be good," you say, brushing your thumb over his bottom lip. "and follow directions."

for once, he doesn't act smart. he just nods, slow and a little dazed.

you drop to your knees, settling between his legs. a sharp inhale rattles his chest. he doesn't move, doesn't reach for you. his hands stay at his sides, fingers twitching against the sheets.

"tell me if you want me to stop," you murmur, dragging your nails lightly up his thighs, just barely touching him.

he swallows hard. "i'll let you know."

you press a slow, open-mouthed kiss to his abdomen, just above the waistband of his sweatpants. his stomach tenses beneath your lips.

"fuck," he mutters under his breath, his hands gripping the sheets.

you smirk. he's trying so hard to keep still for you.

"you're really fucking hard," you muse, pressing a soft kiss over the fabric of his pants.

his hips twitch slightly as he inhales, trying to be patient. "you're a fucking tease."

"i know."

you palm him through the fabric, slow and deliberate. he tenses, a low groan slipping free.

"what do you want?" you ask, deceptively sweet.

"i want your fucking mouth," he grits out, his hips pressing against your hand despite himself.

you snap the waistband of his pants, smiling. "ask nicely."

he huffs. he's stubborn. for a moment, his pride nearly wins. but when you slide your hand up his length, teasing, his resolve crumbles.

"please."

"please, what?"

a beat. his breath is shaky now. "please, put your fucking mouth on me."

"good boy."

his whole body tenses at that, his dick twitching, but you don't give him a second to dwell.

"take them off," you order.

he lifts his hips to shove his sweatpants down. his boxers go with them and his dick springs free, flushed and leaking. desperate.

you meet his gaze as you press a kiss to his base, dragging your tongue along his shaft. his abs tense, a soft sigh slipping free.

"fuck," he mutters, wrecked already.

"sensitive," you hum.

his hips jerk when you take him in. his response is immediate—a sharp inhale, a low, desperate groan. his hips twitch, but he forces himself still.

"fuck, just like that," he rasps, his voice strained.

you set the pace, hollowing your cheeks, working him slow, letting him feel every flick of your tongue, every shift of pressure. his breathing turns ragged, his body tight with restraint.

you pull off slightly, a thin string of spit connecting your lips to him. his jaw locks, his hands grasping at the sheets tighter.

still watching him, you let your spit drip onto his length, slow and messy.

his whole body clenches, his dick flexing against his stomach. "fuck." his voice almost shakes.

you use your hand to spread it, twisting your wrist as you stroke him. he's flushed, completely at your mercy now.

"look at you," you coo, watching the way he reacts. "all worked up, and i've barely done anything."

he groans at that, his hips rolling involuntarily.

"you're gonna be good for me, right?" you tease, continuing your movements.

"yeah." it's barely a whisper.

you take him back into your mouth, swallowing him deeper. he shudders, letting out a moan. "so fucking good," he groans.

then his hand tangles in your hair, instinctive and desperate. you pull away instantly, releasing him with a soft pop.

he whines. an honest, sharp, needy whine. his hips jerk involuntarily. "fuck, what—"

"what did i tell you?" you ask, arching a brow.

his jaw clenches. "shit."

"if you can't follow directions, we're done," you say, your voice firm.

"please don't," he groans, dick twitching against his stomach, desperate.

"then behave."

you lean in, licking a slow stripe up his length before sucking him deep. his whole body shudders.

"fuck," he gasps, voice breaking.

you work him harder now, your pace quick and steady, your hand stroking his base as you take him deeper. his moans are distraught, raw.

"shit, i'm close," he warns, his voice wrecked. you only hum, the vibrations making him shudder.

"fuck, please, fuck—"

his body locks up, and then he's gone. his dick pulses as he spills onto your tongue. a deep, broken moan rips from his chest, his fingers twisting into the sheets as he shudders through it.

you swallow every drop, sucking him through the aftershocks. he twitches, his breathing uneven, thighs shaking beneath your hands. "fuck," he mutters.

you pull back slowly, dragging your tongue over his tip one last time before sitting up. you tilt your head, watching him recover. "you look good like this."

his lips twitch. "yeah?"

you hum, trailing a finger along his cheek, tilting his chin so he meets your gaze.

you know he's still recovering, but that doesn't mean you're done with him.

+++

sukuna sinks back against the mattress, arms lax at his sides, his chest still rising and falling unevenly. his eyes are heavy-lidded, his lips slightly parted, but his smirk is back.

you tilt your head, observing him.

"tapping out already?" you muse, letting your fingers trace his ribs.

his muscles twitch under your touch, but his grin sharpens. even now, ruined and spent, he has the nerve to look cocky.

"not a fucking chance."

he shifts, watching as you stand, as you move toward the dresser and hook your thumbs under the waistband of your shorts, sliding them down slowly.

by the time you're fully bare, sukuna is staring.

"fuck," he whispers, the word slipping out before he can catch it.

you let him have the moment. let him drink you in, let him feel the anticipation build until it's suffocating him.

then you tilt your head at him. "get on your knees, sukuna."

for a split second, something like hesitation flickers in his expression. then it's gone.

he slides off the bed, moving to where you are and sinking to his knees before you. his breath is warm against your skin, you watch his his hands flex.

"can i touch you?" he asks, his voice rough.

you tilt his chin up slightly. "ask nicely."

his jaw tightens in frustration, his pride clearly hanging by a thread. he licks his lips, blows out a breath, and gives in. "please."

you hum in consideration before threading your fingers through his hair, tugging just enough to make him inhale sharply. "you can touch me."

his hands snap up instantly, holding your thighs, fingers pressing into them like he's been starving for it. his lips part, his breath warm and hot, and he leans in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the inside of your knee.

it's so different from how he usually is, calculated and cocky. he takes his time, committing it to memory, dragging his mouth higher, higher, each kiss heavier than the last.

you exhale softly as his hands slide up, parting your legs, his movements careful. he's waiting for you to pull him closer.

"don't tease me," you murmur, your voice coming out softer than you intended.

he smirks against your skin, teeth grazing your inner thigh. "go ahead. stop me."

you grab his hair, tilting his head up, forcing him to meet your eyes. "watch your fucking mouth, sukuna."

he falters, just slightly, but there's something fierce in his gaze now. "let me keep going."

you nod, anticipation coiling inside you.

his fingers part you, a quiet sigh escaping as his eyes land on your core. he licks a broad stripe along your slit, and a shudder rolls through you.

his tongue moves slowly at first, savoring, like he's learning you. his groan is low, vibrating through you.

his restraint is obvious in the way his grip on you lingers rather than bruises, in the way his exhale stutters against your skin. he's holding back.

you tug lightly at his hair, testing. he whimpers. "don't hold out on me," you murmur, breathless.

he exhales sharply, his fingers flexing as he finally gives in. he moves with purpose, licking through your slick before his lips close around your clit, sucking, pulling a gasp from your throat.

sukuna groans, guttural, and it hits you. he's starving for this.

heat floods through you. he wants you so bad. his fingers moving up to your hips, his desperation obvious in the way he works you, messy and unhinged.

you tip your head back, breath ragged, hands threading through his hair.

"fuck, you're so good," you murmur. you feel him moan. a deep, broken sound muffled by the way he's devouring you.

he growls against you, his hands flexing, and then—

you're moving.

he sets you onto the dresser with an ease that makes your stomach flip.

your back hits the mirror, the cool glass biting into your skin, a shocking contrast to the heat of his mouth. you blink down at him, dazed.

he grins against your skin.

"what the fuck do you think you're doing?" you snap, but there's no bite to it.

his lips brush your inner thigh, his breath hot against you. "shh," he murmurs, licking higher. "let me have some fun."

you should shove him off. push him back. say something mean.

instead, you spread your legs wider.

he sighs, drunk on the sight of you.

his mouth is back on you quickly, lapping through your slick, his grip bruising now, holding you open.

"fuck," you gasp, writhing under him at the way he works you.

he groans like he's getting off on this, and then you feel his fingers press against your entrance.

"you taste so fucking good," he mutters, voice muffled as a thrill rushes through you

"sukuna—"

he pushes in, slow and deep, and your composure shatters.

his fingers curl immediately, perfectly, pressing into the spot that makes you jerk against his mouth.

he chuckles against you, dark and satisfied. "that's it," he mutters. "take it."

his pace is measured, his fingers stretching you open, pushing deeper, fucking you slow and devastating.

his mouth never stops. his tongue flicks against your clit, matching the rhythm of his fingers, and pleasure coils tight in your stomach.

"fuck, you're squeezing me," he mutters, his voice thick with awe.

you grind against his face, basically riding his fingers now, and he lets you.

"so needy," he teases.

"shut up and keep going," you pant, your whole body trembling.

his pace quickens. his fingers stroke, curl, push, driving you higher. you sit up straighter, your breath catching, your nails digging into his scalp.

his eyes flick up to yours, burning. hungry.

"don't look away," he rasps. it sounds like a plea. "tell me how good it feels."

"sukuna—"

"tell me," he growls, the sound vibrating against your core.

"so fucking good," you moan, pleasure mounting. "it feels so fucking good."

your orgasm hits fast, pleasure splintering through you, your body arching, tightening, breaking apart.

sukuna moans, licking you through it, his fingers fucking you through every second.

"fuck—" your thighs tremble, your hands clutching at his hair, trying to pull away.

it's too much. too much.

but he just tightens his grip, locking you in place, still working, pushing you deeper.

"sukuna," you plead.

he knows. he can feel the way you tremble, can hear your sharp inhale, can feel the way your thighs try to clamp around his head.

but he doesn't let up.

"you can take it."

"fuck." your legs shake. "wait—"

he sucks your clit into his mouth again, harder, his fingers pushing deeper, curling just right.

the heat coils too fast, too intense. you whine, your nails scrape the mirror behind you.

"sukuna, i—"

he groans, dragging his tongue through your slick, addicted.

"c'mon, sweetheart. let go."

your whole body tenses. teetering. and then the tension snaps.

you gush. your hips jerk violently, pleasure ripping through you as you soak his face, his hands, the dresser beneath you.

"oh, fuck—"

sukuna growls, holding you open, watching, taking in every second. he looks drunk, reverent. his fingers keep stroking, slower now, dragging out every aftershock.

"fuck, baby, you're still going."

your head tips back helplessly, your thighs twitching. he licks you through it, relishing every drop.

"look at you," he hums, his voice thick. "full of surprises."

he presses a soft kiss to your thigh, sucking a mark there, claiming you before he leans back, staring at you like he's never seen anything as beautiful.

you watch as he pulls back fully, that hungry look still on his face. his hands tense at his sides like he's fighting the urge to pull you back on him.

"get up," you murmur, your voice light.

he meets your eyes. you see the flicker of hesitation, but he obeys, pushing himself up. his gaze is heavy as you move slowly off the dresser and toward the bed, as you grab your panties from where they were previously discarded.

"come lie down."

you watch him settle with his back against the headboard, his dick hard and leaking against his stomach.

"i want you to be quiet, sukuna."

his eyes flicker with something darker. hungrier.

you ball up your panties. "open your mouth."

his lips part before he can even think about it. you press the soaked fabric between them, stuffing it into his mouth.

"like i said," you murmur, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "don't make a sound."

he's looking at you like you hung the stars, his dick twitching underneath you.

you hold his shoulders to lift yourself up, and when you sink down onto him slowly, his whole body trembles.

he moves immediately, almost desperately, his hands gripping your waist, sliding up your back, pressing you against him. his face buries into your chest, his breath hot against your skin.

you cradle his head between your arms, running your fingers through his hair, allowing it. allowing him.

you roll your hips, testing, feeling the way his jaw clenches like he's physically biting down a sound. his whole body jerks, his forehead moving to press against your shoulder as he breathes through his nose, sharp and uneven.

"you can hold on, can't you?"

he nods, but it's shaky.

you smirk, dragging your nails down his back, feeling his muscles ripple beneath your hands. you start a rhythm, grinding against him slowly.

his nails dig into your back. you can feel it. he's breaking. he's clinging to you, his hold desperate, his body taut with restraint. he needs to hold it together for you.

"mm," you hum, rolling your hips. "you're doing so good for me. such a good boy, sukuna."

his whole body tenses at the praise. his grip tightens. and then you pick up the pace, riding him faster, harder, feeling him tremble beneath you.

his arms lock around you, his body shaking with the effort to keep quiet as you bounce in his lap. he's struggling.

"don't break," you murmur against his temple, your nails dragging along his scalp. "i know you can take it."

his breath stutters, his hands clenching on you. but he's so quiet. until he isn't.

a deep, muffled groan breaks through the fabric in his mouth.

you immediately stop moving. his whole body goes tense.

his fingers dig into your skin, panicked like he already knows what's coming.

you grip his jaw, forcing his head back against the headboard, making him look at you. his eyes snap open. he looks distressed. undone.

you drag your thumb across his bottom lip, watching the way his eyes close as his face follows the movement.

"you just couldn't help yourself, could you?"

he looks up at you, something dangerous flashing across his features.

you roll your hips again, just slightly, to punish him.

his chest rises fast beneath you. you watch his jaw tighten, his throat bobbing. then, with a slow, deliberate tilt of his head, he spits the fabric onto the mattress.

before you can even speak, his tongue flicks out, swiping over your thumb, sucking it into his mouth. he wants to give you a second to process, to feel the shift. but he can't. his patience is gone.

his grip on you tightens fast. in one sharp motion, you're flipped on your stomach, hips lifted into the air.

his hand settles firmly on the back of your neck, holding you there.

"stay down," he murmurs. "so fuckin' pretty like this."

he drags his knuckles down your back, along your thigh, but he doesn't touch you where you need him.

a shiver runs through you, frustration and arousal curling in your stomach, but you don't fight him, don't say anything.

"been teasing me all night," he mutters, his voice low, sharp, cutting through you. "think it's cute to test me?"

you try to lift your head to answer him, but his hand presses firmer against your neck, pushing you back down into the mattress.

you suck in a breath, your pulse thrumming, anticipation curling tight inside you.

his grip locks onto your hips. one pull and he's all the way inside you. your cry is instant at the stretch, the way he fills you all at once. "fuck," he says, his voice dark. "there she is."

he holds you tight, his breath uneven. for a moment, he just stays there, buried inside you, feeling you flex around him.

then he pulls back, almost all the way out, before slamming into you again.

your fingers claw at the sheets, a sharp gasp ripping through your throat.

his chuckle is dark, satisfied. "that's what the fuck i thought."

he sets a brutal pace, deep thrusts knocking the air from your lungs. his hand tightens at the back of your neck, keeping you pressed into the mattress, his breath coming in shallow, ragged bursts.

he's holding you there like he's afraid to let go. his voice is rough against your skin. "fuck, baby—"

you whimper as he slams into you again. your whole body arches at the feeling, heat licking at the base of your spine.

his hand slides down, fingers wrapping around your throat, pulling you up against him. his lips press against the shell of your ear, his breath hot, chest heaving against your back.

"feel so good like this," he murmurs, almost in awe of you. "taking me so well, sweetheart."

you moan and shudder, reaching back and digging your nails into his bicep, your head tilting back against his shoulder.

his other arm tightens around your waist like he can't bear to have any space between you.

"you're so fucking sexy," he exhales, his voice thick with something real. "been thinking about you all fucking weekend."

his next thrust is deep, punishing.

you cry out and his hand moves instantly. not to restrain you, but to cradle your throat and jaw, tilting your chin back so he can kiss you.

it's hungry, desperate. his teeth catch at your lip, his tongue sweeping into our mouth, his groan low as he drinks you in.

"tell me you want this," he murmurs, voice thick.

you clench around him, your breath breaking. your brain doesn't process exactly what he said, just that he wants you to speak. so you do.

"you're so fucking deep inside me, 'kuna," you gasp, your voice raw. "want you to fill me up, please keep fucking me, don't stop—"

he groans loudly, his hand on your throat tightening, his restraint cracking completely.

"fucking hell," he mutters, like he's about to lose himself, like you've just broken him.

"please," you gasp, your voice breaking, "want it, give it to me, make me cum on your dick—"

sukuna snaps.

"my god—"

his pace turns merciless, his hand moving from your waist to press on your lower stomach, his thrusts hitting deeper, harder, chasing the high that's so close you can taste it.

your eyes squeeze shut, a cry slipping from your lips.

"so fucking good, sweetheart," he mutters, his voice feverish. "you're taking me so well, so perfect—"

his hand slides lower, rubbing tight, perfect circles around your clit.

his pace stays punishing, long, sharp thrusts that make your whole body tense.

"fuck," you gasp, your voice breaking.

he feels it the second it happens.

your whole body tenses, your walls clenching down on him so hard it nearly makes him stutter.

"fucking cum all over my dick, baby," he mutters, his voice thick. "god, look at you."

he doesn't stop. your legs tremble violently, pleasure slamming into you in sharp, rolling waves.

he fucks you through it, not slowing, dragging it out until it's unbearable.

"sh-shit, sukuna—"

your thighs snap shut around his hand, trying to push him away, too sensitive.

"fuck, you're still cumming, huh?" he murmurs, his voice ruined.

you can't stop trembling, gasping, the aftershocks still rippling through you.

he groans loudly, burying himself deep.

"fuck—fuck, take it," he groans, his own orgasm barreling into him.

his breath catches, and his body tenses hard as he spills inside you, his sigh rough and satisfying against your ear.

the air between you is thick with heat as you both come down, your breaths ragged and uneven, bodies drenched in sweat. sukuna stays inside you for a long moment, his weight solid and grounding, his forehead pressed against the curve of your shoulder.

neither of you speak at first.

your heartbeat is still erratic, your body still trembling slightly, every muscle loose.

his hands soften, wrapping around your torso as he holds you to him, feeling your short, uneven breaths. he exhales, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. soft. reverent.

"breathe, baby," he murmurs, voice quiet now. "i got you."

you close your eyes for a second, exhaling and letting yourself melt into him. a long moment passes.

then, slowly, he pulls out, the loss making you hiss. you barely have time to process his absence before he lays you down and the bed shifts. your eyes flicker open as he disappears to the bathroom.

you just hum softly, too exhausted to move, stretching your legs out and feeling the faint ache between your thighs.

you feel a little dazed, like your brain hasn't quite caught up yet.

the mattress shifts again, and a cool, damp towel presses between your thighs.

"jesus—" you flinch slightly at the sudden temperature change, but sukuna just huffs a quiet laugh.

"hold still," he mutters, his touch careful. you blink at him, surprised.

"didn't take you for the aftercare type," you tease, your voice softer than usual.

his lips twitch, his brows furrowing slightly, but he doesn't fire back immediately.

"yeah, well," he mutters after a pause, tossing the towel aside and settling beside you. "for you, i am."

you study him for a beat. the tension is gone from his body now, the sharp edges of him softer in the low light. his fingers graze your cheek, his eyes lingering on the redness at your neck.

"you okay?" he asks, quieter.

he watches you for a second, smiling softly when you nod.

you feel warm and content, the weight of exhaustion starting to pull you under. your eyes slip shut just as he shifts closer, his arm draping lazily over your waist.

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you wake up to warmth, to soreness, to sukuna's arm heavy around your waist. for a moment, you just lie there, the weight of last night settling over you all at once.

you sit up abruptly when reality kicks in, ignoring the ache in your legs. sukuna grunts in protest, burying his face into the pillow.

"relax," he mutters, his voice thick with sleep. "no one cares."

but once you're both dressed and stepping into the kitchen, you know he's full of shit.

conversations pause.

gojo is the first to look up, grinning like a menace. "oh, look who's finally gracing us with their presence."

you groan.

utahime hums over her coffee, "sleep well?"

"we heard everything," yuki deadpans.

choso barely looks up. "cover each other's mouths or something next time."

your face burns. behind you, sukuna strolls in like he owns the place, reaching for the coffee pot like nothing happened.

"you guys are acting like you're surprised."

"oh, we knew," gojo says. "just didn't think it'd take this long."

your glare could kill. "don't start."

gojo just grins, all teeth. "whatever you say, sweetheart."

and then, to your horror, he winks.

[despressoslatte]

not the zoey you wanted (five)

pairing: zach maclaren x female reader!

summary: you waited all weekend for your boyfriend, Zach, to call or text, anything, to explain why he had just went and ghosted you when you were supposed to go with him on a family ski trip to meet his parents, his sister Avery, and his cousin, Miles.

content warnings: angst; victims of catfishing; miscommunication trope

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It was awkward, seeing Zoey walk into class late knowing she had been outside talking to your boyfriend. You couldn’t help but wonder, if he had met her in another situation, if they had gotten to talking at some other point, would he have still fallen for her? Even if he had his memories of you?

Perhaps that lingering question was the reason you were so irrationally upset at everything, including Zach. The insecurity underneath your consciousness telling you that maybe he would’ve found his way to her regardless. That maybe, if he was given the chance, he would still like her a whole lot more than he liked you.

It was a horrible way of thinking stemming from insecurity and jealousy, and you knew that, but what could you say? Insecurity was insecurity, right? She glanced over at you as she found her seat, and you continued typing away.

“Okay, what gives?” Bree whispered from next to you, your roommate raising an eyebrow up at you as she leaned over closer, following your eyesight. “Why are you two always looking at each other so weirdly?”

“What?” you asked, half-distracted by trying to type the words the professor was saying while also not breaking eye contact with Zoey. You wouldn’t be the one to look away embarrassed. You had nothing to be embarrassed about.

“You and Zoey Miller,” Bree whispered, making sure to keep her voice hushed so no one else in your row or near you could hear over the lecture down below. “It’s like since you got back from that ski trip that you’ve been super weird.”

Right, because you never told Bree you never went on the ski trip. She had gone on a weekend trip with her boyfriend, which worked out perfectly for you, since you got to wallow in the apartment thinking your boyfriend had ghosted you by your lonesome. By the time she had come back, you had already learned the truth about Zoey Miller’s catfish weekend with the MacLarens, and you didn’t feel like telling her.

Because telling her, telling anyone, made the situation feel more real than it already felt. And while you knew that Bree would validate your anger at Zoey and misplaced anger at Zach, you didn’t want to fuel the fire. You were trying your hardest to snuff it out since seeing Zach’s puppy dog face in the tutoring center every shift was killing you, knowing he was right there and not being able to talk to him. Or having things you wanted to tell him that you started writing a list in your notes app instead. And wondering if he had things he wanted to tell you, too.

Ugh, why couldn’t you just get over yourself and forgive him for falling for her already?

“No it hasn’t,” you denied, not even looking at Bree as your attention turned to your computer screen.

When class finally let out, you walked out with Bree, and you had a feeling she was going to bring it up again. But as you exited the building, waiting at the bottom of the steps parting the crowd of college students with his body, was Zach. He had his black puffy jacket on—it was pretty damn cold—and his hands stuffed in the pockets of the jacket. And there was just something about boys in black, about him in black, that always looked so damn cuddly to you. 

Bree just nudged you enthusiastically, a smile on her face as she gently pushed you in the direction of your boyfriend once you two got to the bottom of the stairs, practically singing a “Hi Zach, bye Zach, byeeee love birds,” out before continuing on her way without you. Not wanting her to think your body language was weird—because it’s Bree, your roommate since freshman year and practically your best friend, and she will notice—you wrap an arm around one of his bent elbows as you two stood there, most of your peers who had parted for him like the Red Sea gone now. 

Zach offered her a small smile, peering over his shoulder as she walked away to nod a hello and goodbye at her silently. When he turned back to you, he rose both eyebrows down at your hand that was looped through his arm, but then he flexed his arm against his side to keep you there when you moved to remove it.

“Hey, you,” he said with that gentle and slightly raspy affectionate voice of his, “you” usually being “baby” when he said it. He also had his shoulders dipped towards you, leaning his body towards yours so he can try and give you his undivided eye contact. “How was class?”

You almost wanted to laugh at how normal he was being, as if he was just a boyfriend waiting for his girlfriend outside of her class.

“What are you doing?” you asked him, unable to prevent the smile on your face from forming no matter how much you tried to make your lips dip downward.

“I’m saying ‘hey, you,’” he replied sarcastically, nodding his head back to indicate he was about to start walking.

You fall into step next to him on the path through one of the many green lawn courtyards of campus, thinking about how this very path and lawn was almost a catalyst for this whole thing. About two weeks ago, Zach kicked a soccer ball a little too hard, hurling it at Zoey Miller’s head.

Why couldn’t she have gotten amnesia from that instead?

You were mean for thinking that, weren’t you?

He kept your arm tucked and interlaced with his, a gentle pressure that you definitely could slip your arm out of if you tried, but you really did not want to.

“Does Bree not know?” he asked, looking straight ahead and not at you.

But you glanced up at him, looking at his perfect side profile.

“That we’re on a break?”

“Is that what we’re callin’ it?” he asked under his breath with a small scoff. “Thought you didn’t believe in breaks.”

“Well, what else would I call it? We’re not broken up,” you emphasize with a roll of your eyes.

“Good,” he said back, genuine relief behind the sigh that followed.

You two fall in silence, and you let him just guide the two of you around campus even though you didn’t have another class and his last class had already ended for the day. 

His last class was just before he ran into Zoey Miller, and he was only walking on the path that led in front of that building to get a sight of you. And then he waited outside of it, just for you. 

You bit the inside of your cheek as you contemplated asking him what he and Zoey had been talking about, but you were enjoying just walking next to him a little too much. Every time he was in front of you, you forgot that you were even upset. You forget about how you hearing him say that he felt a connection to her rung in your ears for days. You forget that how he said getting to know her felt really, really good. 

But then you remember, when that pit in your stomach is gnawing at you for pushing him away like this, that when he’s gone you feel angry and insecure and jealous. You remember those words, letting him ring in your head all over, the look of disappointment when he was telling back the story, the look of confusion as he stared at you on his parents’ driveway.

“No, Bree doesn’t know,” you confirm. 

“My sister says she wants to meet you even more now,” he said without missing a beat, as if he wasn’t buzzing with joy to know that you hadn’t told your best friend about all of this drama. He didn’t want to lose her good side, knowing that it would only make it that much harder to get you back fully.

“Why?”

“She says she knows she’d like you so much better,” he shrugged, a smile on his face as he leaned towards you with a cheeky smile, “I gotta say I agree.”

“Zach…” you tried to say in a warning tone, but it wasn’t as stern as the previous times you’ve said it. No, this time there’s amusement in your voice, unable to contain a serious look at the sight of his contagious smile and the soft way he spoke. You just shook your head at him, and nodded, “Yeah, I think she’d like me more, too.”

His small smile turned into a big one, beaming at your words as he let go of your arm, taking his out of his pocket. You immediately looked down at the lost of contact, but he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and tugged you into his side as you two walked.

“I think they’d all like you more,” he commented, heart racing when he doesn’t see you pull away or tell him to stop.

“Hopefully not Miles, though,” you chide.

He let out a scoffed laugh, shaking his head. “Low blow.”

“C’mon, two for two if he kisses both of your Zoey girlfriends, right?” you tried to joke, but his smile faded as you said it.

“Don’t say that,” he whispered, tugging you a little tighter, pulling the two of you over to a bench to sit at instead of walking aimlessly. “You’re not a Zoey girlfriend,” Zach said, rubbing your upper arm with his palm. “You’re my Y/N. And Miles is never going to kiss you.”

“Good, I don’t want him to,” you just laughed at his jealousy over a fake scenario. 

He unwrapped his arm from yours, turning to face you and grabbing your waist to turn you to face him, until your knee hit his as you both sat next to each other on the bench. The playful air gone, his small smile replaced with a look of pleading, yet again.

“When are we going to be okay again?” he asked, putting both hands on your face, cupping your cheeks. “When are we going to be us again?”

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part six >

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[acuar-io]

Meet The Rogers

backstory about the family below~

The Rogers are a Japanese-Mexican-(American) family made up of 5 sims! Satomi and Ramiro Rogers are a married couple who fell for each other while on the slopes in Mt. Komorebi. Ramiro moved to Mt. Komo with his mother after he got a job as an English teacher there. His father passed away due to illness. His mother retired early and is now currently living with her son’s (Ramiro’s) family. Which is great for her since she loves her grandchildren so much. She does knit and will often sell her works at the local market. She’s a bit of a chismosa so she’ll gossip with the ladies at her knitting club or brag about her grandchildren…maybe even snoop around the house (she’s a nosy sim). Satomi is a jewelry maker! She takes commissions and sells on plopsy. Satomi is very chill, but she has a goofiness to her that anyone will fall for. Something the whole family(well besides Irma and Erika) has bonded over is skiing/snowboarding. They go up there every weekend to get some fresh air& just have fun! Hopefully, Erika will enjoy this family tradition once she’s old enough. She will get to check the slopes out once she’s a little tot tho so that’s exciting!

Also side note:

Satomi is Japanese, Ramiro is Mexican from his mother’s side (she’s Afro-Mexican) and his father was a Black American man!

I’m over my little gp failure moment and am excited to share gameplay with u all, soon!! I just want to take some steps back and set some things first so I don’t feel rushed. Tysm to everyone who gave me ideas for how to manage and have fun playing with a semi big family! I was going thru it bc y game was being a little shit lol but I really want to have a little family go moment so I’m not going to let those things get to me

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

DISEASE- P.B PARKER

Pairing- Peter x Fem! Reader (friends to lovers)

Word Count: 3.8k

Summary: You and your friend group head up to Peters infamious ski lodge weekend getaway, the same as every year. Except this year, theres tension in the air, and a masked man on the loose. Your actions have consequences....

(UNTIL DAWN INSPIRED) (but u dont need to play the game to read:) )

Warnings: SMUT, lowkey darkish peter, dumbification kink, mocking, size kink, fingering, teasing, creampie, swearing, foreplay? (peter gets off on y/n getting scared), mentions of booze and implications of torture

Notes: since the revamped verison of until dawn came out my obsession has came back full force, so i wrote a fic with marvel characters as if they were in until dawn! i wrote this in one sitting lol. its not lore accurate but..love josh washington.. so of course peter must be him....

"could play the doctor, i can cure your disease/ if you were a sinner, i could make you believe/ lay you down like one, two, three/ eyes roll back in ecstasy/ i can smell your sickness, i can cure ya/ cure your disease"- disease, lady gaga

You stared in dismay at the thin piece of paper that fluttered in the wind, barely clinging to the large iron gate by a thin piece of tape.

“Gate Broken. Climb over. -Steve”

Taking a breath, you gathered your wits about you, grumbling the whole way over to the side of the wall where the stone sides had started to crumble, giving you access to climb up and over. This was not the way you wanted to start your weekend getaway at Peters lodge, but it seemed you had no choice.

First your bus was late due to black ice, then your bag had dropped in the deep snow, the fabric dripping cold drips of water down your thin jacket. And now this.

Would anything go right this weekend?

You were nervous. You hadn’t seen the group in over a year, but once Peter had sent a text to the group, everyone had been quick to respond. You were excited to be back but also… anxious.

It had been a while since you had been here and what happened last time…

Your fingers stung as the stone dug into your palms, and you huffed chilled air as you tossed yourself over, feet tingling as you landed with an oomph.  It wasn't far now to the ski lift. You’d be out of this cold, haunting forest soon enough, surrounded by your friends' warmth.

Especially Peter's warmth, a little voice in the back of your head chimed.

The longer you thought of him, the warmer your cheeks became, making your breaths turn to startled pants in the deep snow. You and Peter had been friends since the first year of college, which he then introduced you to the rest of the group.

Bucky, who had been Peter's best friend since childhood, Steve- the big flirt (not nearly as bad as Peter though), Natasha- who was Bucky's girlfriend, Wanda, her friend Matt, and Loki.

All of them had been welcoming to you, making you feel right at home as if you had been friends with them for years. But when things got out of hand last year at the lodge, when Peter's sister went missing… it was distant.

You had pushed that memory as far back as you could, so whenever you tried to conjure it to the surface it was murky. A prank had gone wrong, despite you begging to the group to end it- Peter passed out on the couch.

His sister had been so in love with Bucky and well…

You watched the lift inch towards you, the doors swinging open with a loud clang. You closed your eyes in prayer that this car wouldn't snap with you inside, the old thing barely inching faster than a snail's pace.

Surely if the Parkers were rich, they did maintenance checks regularly? You doubted it.

The glass inside was foggy, and you traced a heart on the window pane as you started to trudge up Blackwood Mountain. The scenery was beautiful, the sun starting to become covered by rolling clouds, the snow coating the trees below- but all you could think of was Peter.

You had always had a crush on him but recently it had turned dangerous. All you could think of was him. Ever since he had sent that text to the group, it was like a switch in your body had snapped. Like you were reminded- “oh shit, yes, yes I do like this man”.

And no amount of time or distance would change that.

Wanda and Natasha had always teased you, insisting Peter liked you back- but he flirts with everyone. You refused to believe it, not wanting to give your hopes up… in case they were playing a prank on you.

You couldn't help but worry about him though, with everything that had happened. You hoped he didn't resent anyone for what had happened that night.

You wished you could've stopped it, could've been there to wake him…

The car jutted to a stop and rocked back and forth, the door remaining shut. Oh fuck. You peered your head through the window in the door and saw Wanda with Matt, waiting at the stop. You banged on the door, snapping their attention over to you with a start.

“Could you open this? I'm uh.. Kinda stuck.”

Wanda laughed as she walked over to you, banging on the door before pressing the old button that took several seconds to work. Finally the doors swung open, leaving a loud creaking sound in their wake that echoed off the mountains.

“What, you didn't want to see us so you stayed in the car?” Matt called, a smirk on his lips as Wanda wrapped her arms around you, grasping you in a comforting embrace.

“Oooh I missed you girl! It's been so long since we've been back.” she smiled softly as Matt hugged you, taking the soaking backpack from your back. “I missed you guys too. Is anyone else here?”

“Everyone now I think. It's almost night-time, so I’m sure they're all waiting at the lodge for us.”

You bit your lip, nodding solemnly.

“Were you guys waiting long? Sorry, you didn't have to or anything, my bus was super late and the gate was broken…”

“What no! It's all good girl, Matt didn't mean anything by it. We’re just all so excited to see you.”

“Especially Peter.” Matt laughed, and you put your head in your hands.

“Maybe he’ll warm you up Y/N, since it's so cold out here.” Wanda winked, making you giggle. “Well, let's hope he can warm my freezing buns up.” you snorted, earning a pat on the back from Matt.

“Atta girl. Maybe we’ll all get lucky tonight.” he said, and you flickered your eyes over to catch Wanda blushing deeply.

Wait.. were they? You didn't push it. You'd find out as the night went on.

Who knew what had happened in that year, maybe things had changed. You didn't have much time to think about it before you arrived at the lodge's entrance, warm light glowing from inside.

“You get the easy treatment. I heard Bucky and Peter had to break in and unmelt the lock.” Matt grimaced, and you couldn't help but laugh as you imagined Bucky falling flat on his ass through the window.

“Jesus. You guys just needed me here, I could have warmed the lock up with my hotness.”

“Damn straight bitch!” Wanda laughed as she unlatched the door, letting the warmth wash over your frozen bones. An eruption of cheers sounded from the blazing fireplace, drinks opened on the ground.

“She made it!” Steve called, rushing over to give you a bear hug, practically picking you up and swinging you around like a rag doll.

“Oh fuck youre freezing. Did you walk all the way up here?! Is that why you're late?”

You rolled your eyes. “No, my bus was late. I’m so sorry guys.”

“We thought you forgot about us.” Peter smirked, boyish charm radiating off of him, a lint in his eyes as he walked over to you, towering over you.

“Hi. I'm so sorry Peter, I swear-"

" I'm kidding you. Cmere.”

You wrapped your arms around his torso, breathing in his scent of musk and amber, his skin like fire compared to yours. “Fuck Steve was right. Shit, come sit by the fire.” he urged, and as if on cue, you shivered.

He helped you peel your cold layers off your body, hanging up your coat to dry. Bucky gave you a taste of his warm whisky, immediately making you splutter and grimace at the strong, overpowering taste.

Jokes were tossed around, and you found yourself in an easy rhythm with the group, as if nothing had ever happened. You looked to Peter in reassurance, already finding his eyes staring you down when you met his. He studied you as you talked to Natasha, drinking you in.

You tried to keep your composure, but the butterflies churned in your chest.

“Did you want to take a warm bath?” Peter asked, everyone turning to look at you as you shivered again.

“No, no it's okay Peter. Thank you though.”

“Are you sure? You're still freezing.” Loki nudged you with his leg from where he stretched out on the couch. Everyone looked at you with concern, Peter most of all.

“Okay maybe that would be nice. But that wont take away from what we're doing? I don't wanna just leave you guys.” you frowned.

“What?! No! Matt and I were gonna go for a walk around anyways, and I'm pretty sure Bucky, Loki and Steve wanted to dig out some spirit board anyways. Go take a bath and warm up, okay?” Wanda smiled softly at you, urging you to go with Peter.

“I just have to turn on the hot water.” He said, making his way over to the basement door. “I can come with you.” you offered.

“You sure? It's cold and dark.” You shrugged, honestly just wanting more time with Peter. “It's my bath, and I hear I’m pretty good at holding a flashlight.”

He laughed, tossing you his light. “Flashlight duty it is then.”

You followed him through the dark passageway, old stairs creaking under your weight as the little spotlight guided you onwards. The door slammed behind you with a slam, making you jump.

“Sorry, that always slams like that. This place is old as dirt.” You laughed, wrapping your arms around yourself as you shivered, not only from the cold but how eerie it was.

“Man, it's creepy down here.” you noted as you finally reached the crypt, barely being able to see anything but dark shadows in the far distance. “What, you can't handle a little cobwebs?” he teased, shooting you a wink as he made his way over to the pipes.

You followed him, giving him a playful smack across his solid bicep, aiming the light where he navigated. It was quiet all but the drip of water on the concrete concrete floor, and your heavy breaths.

“Peter?”

“Hm?” You started fidgeting nervously.

“Are- are you doing okay? I mean, with everything? Today was a hard day, so I just…”

“I’m okay. I just… can't think about it for too long, ya know? But I wanted us all together to celebrate. To take our minds off of it.” he shrugged, switching on the hot water at last.

“I understand. And, thank you for inviting me Peter. I really appreciate it, and if you need anything at all… we’re all here for you.” you softly smiled, sensing his pain and vulnerability.

“I know. And between you and me, I wish I could have only invited you.” he winked, hand reaching up as if he wanted to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear before he caught himself.

There were the flirty comments again.

“You’re really sweet Y/N. You’ve been what I’ve needed this year, ya know? Just the thought of you is enough to cheer me up. I’m really happy you could make it.”

You felt your cheeks start to heat under his gaze. You knew he had been in therapy for some time now, and you hoped the sessions helped him. You always thought maybe you could fix him, not that he needed to be fixed. He wasn't broken, he was just…

A loud bang sounded from the corner of the room and you jumped, instinctive leaning into Peter. “What was that?” you croaked quietly, flashlight starting to shake.

“I have no fuckin idea.” he murmmed, stepping in front of you, as if he was to shield you. “Should we.. Should we check it out? Maybe it's an old pipe or something?”

“Old pipes don't make that noise.”

You gulped. Suddenly, something lunged for you and you screamed, clinging to Peter's bicep as you two started to bolt towards the stairs, and you nearly tripped up them as the shadow rushed at you.

Stumbling up the stairs you almost made it to the door before you could hear laughing.

“Hah! You just got Bunked! Get it, like punked? But I did it, so it's Bunked.” Bucky howled with laughter as he tugged the dark sheet off his body. Peter chuckled along with him, but your eyes nearly popped from their sockets.

“You- well you fucking dick!” you screamed, stomping down the rickety steps to give him a peace of your mind. Smacking his chest you growled.

“What the fuck were you doing?! You nearly gave me a heart attack!” you snarled, pawing at him with closed fists.

“Hey, hey I’m sorry okay! We always do pranks here. I had to, because of tradition.”

“Did you know about this?”

Peter rolled his eyes, moving closer to you. “Nope, but you're cute when you're scared. Don't act like you weren't clinging onto my bicep like a monkey just then.” Peter smirked coyly, winking.

“You're both dicks.” Peter mock gasped, turning to Bucky with eyes wide in bewilderment. “You hear that Buck? She thinks we’re dicks! Guess my chances of getting some are slim.” he snickered as you trotted up the stairs, giving them an eye roll before escaping back out into the main room.

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You weren't sure how long you stayed in the bath, but the water was cold. You woke with a start, eyes fluttering open as the chill sent little shocks down your body.

You must have fallen asleep in the tub, the night darker than ever.

A little candle flickered on the vanity, and you grabbed it as you wrapped yourself up in a towel, wet footsteps trotting across the hardwood floors. It was dead quiet in the lodge, not an echo of chatter from the main room. You knew people had probably gone exploring, or gone to sleep but this was eerily quiet.

Something felt off. Something was wrong.

“Guys? Hello?” you peered your head out and saw nothing but an empty hallway. With only the candle to lead you on your way, you slowly padded down the hall, poking your head into empty rooms.

“Was I really asleep that long?” you murmured to yourself as you finally found your room where Matt had dropped off your bag near the freshly made bed.

It was uncomfortably large the lodge, and you constantly felt a set of eyes following your frame. You set the candle down, shutting the door behind you as you went to rub your pjs.

If this was another prank they were playing… you would be pissed. Once was enough for the night. God knows you needed another heart attack.

Humming to yourself, you bent down to grab your lace panties from your bag, turning around only to scream.

A large man towered by the doorway, lingering in the darkness, body hidden in heavy overalls, gloves adorning his hands- a mask on his face.

You nearly dropped your towel, backing up and falling onto the bed. Scream dying in your throat as he got to you in two large strides, gloved hand covering your mouth as the other scooped you up, backside pressed against his large frame.

You whimpered into the leather, hot, silent tears streaming down your cheeks. “Please don't hurt me, please. Please..” you cried, muffled in his glove.

“You’re so pretty when you're scared, baby. You promise you won't scream if I remove my hand?”

You nodded frantically, willing to do anything this stranger told you to save yourself. You hiccuped on your sobs as he slowly removed his hand, instead allowing it to come up and stroke your hair gently as you cried in his arms.

“Shh, shh baby. Not a word okay?” the distorted voice asked and you nodded again, too scared to make a peep.

“You’re so, so pretty when you cry baby. You know that? You’re so hot when you’re scared. The way you held my bicep earlier? Just wanted to pick you up and pound your little body, fuck.”

Realisation dawned on you, eyes widening in shock.

“P-peter?” His arm let go and you stumbled onto the bed, scooting away from him as he took off the mask, revealing that glint of mischief in his eyes, that coy smirk on his lips as his tongue darted out to lick the lower one.

“What are you doing?” you asked softly. He tilted his head, studying you. “Pranking everyone else, like they did last year to us. Just thought I’d stop by to check in on you.” he smiled.

You gulped as the mask thudded to the ground. “Where is everyone else?”

“Oh they're all out. I was hoping some trauma bonding would make Wanda and Matt finally make that move, ya know? Maybe I’m doing them a favour.” he chuckled.

“But why.. Why were you dressed like that?” you asked, clutching your towel tighter to your breasts that poked out at the top as he slowly made his way closer to you.

“Just some harmless fun. Did it scare you?”

“Y-yeah.”

He pouted. “You're so pretty when you're scared. I'm sorry for making you cry sweetheart. You were just too good to resist.” he sighed, thumb brushing your tear stained cheek.

“I-its okay.” you stumbled over your words, flustered at his proximity, body growing hot at his touch and the hungry look in his eye as he stared down at you.

You squeezed your thighs together, trying to be subtle, but failing miserably. You felt your arousal leaking out of you down your thighs, and your breath was shaky.

You wanted him so bad. But what kind of sick fuck would you be for feeling this way? When he had scared you to death?

He looked you up and down, eyes lingering longer on your breasts, licking his lips hungrily.

He knew. He knew the effect he had on you.

“Now baby, tell me. Did you like that stunt I pulled just now?”

You were silent, refusing to meet his eyes.

“Did I make you flustered? Did that turn you on? Hm?” his low voice sent another pulse down your spine, and you clamped down on nothing. “Mhm.” you nodded.

His fingers gripped your chin, making you jolt with a start as he forced your eyes to meet his. “Do you like how helpless and weak you felt? Cause I did. I could do whatever I wanted to you baby, and no one would even know. It's just you and me.”

You whimpered, making him smirk. You felt yourself being backed up on the bed, Peter hovering over you as you lay flat under him.

You were his now. And fuck, if you didnt like it.

“P-peter-”

“You know how long I’ve wanted you baby? Fuck.”

“I-I wanted you too.” you confessed softly, looking up at him with doe eyes, already starting to feel your brain go fuzzy with his presence.

“Yeah? Even just then? You liked it, didn't you?”

“I.. I did like it.” you bashfully admitted, and he groaned.

“I knew you were a dirty girl. Aren't you? You want me to fuck you baby?” You nodded, hand slithering up to grasp his bicep, the way you knew he liked. He hissed, head dropping down to take a breath.

As if he was controlling himself, like an animal on a leash that threatened to snap. “So little under me. Such a cute lil thing, so breakable.” he sighed to himself as he pulled your hand away, hand lingering on your towel knot.

You met his eyes that pleaded, asking if he could go further. “M’ not breakable.” you murmured, taking his hand in yours to yank the towel loose, letting it come undone around your naked body.

He drank you in, having to reach down to adjust himself in his overalls. “We’ll see about that when I’m done with you.”

His fingers traced your smooth skin, a finger dragging down your abdomen, tapping your inner thighs, making you wiggle. “So responsive. You like when I touch you here?”

You nodded. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please touch me Peter. Please. Need you so bad it hurts, it hur-”

His fingers slid through your slick folds, rubbing your clit gently. “Shh shh that's it baby. You just sit still and I’ll take care of you, mkay? Gonna make you so dumb n helpless.” he cooed at you, your mouth parting in an o shape as his large finger slipped inside you, clenching around the digit.

“Gotta stretch you out. You’re so tight, fuck. Youre so hot, like a fuckin porn star.” Your back bowed off the bed as he worked your clit, the rough pad of his thumb taking over as he pumped two thick digits in you, curling just the way to make you moan.

“Peter, Peter f-fuck, feels so good-” you choked out, his palm splayed on your tummy to keep you from wiggling away.

“Yeah baby you gonna cum? Yeah?” he teased, his fingers slipping out at the last second, making you groan in protest, before he slammed home with his cock.

You gasped, screaming at the fullness, as he watched your face contort from pleasure to pain, back to pleasure again. Your mascara was smudged from your tears and he swore a hint of drool trickled from your lips, and fuck if it didnt turn him on even more.

“Is it too much for you honey? You gonna take it all?”

You couldn't even response, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he fucked you, snapping his hips hard and fast, letting the animal off the leash. He couldn't control himself any longer. He had wanted this for too long, and the idea of the two of you being alone, with no one around for miles made him snap his hips harder.

“Yeah you like when I fuck you? Youre so fucking slutty baby, letting some masked man fuck you. But you like it, don't you? I always knew you were a freak.” he growled, making you mewl, clinging onto him.

“Scream baby. No one can hear you.” he chuckled as he abused your cunt, the sound of skin merging with your juices making a squelching sound that mixed with your moans.

“I c-can’t, too much-” you slurred, making him cluck his tongue.

“Cum baby. Cum for me.”

That was all you needed to hear, orgasm rippling through you hard and rough as he continued to fuck you through it.

“Such a good girl. So wet, fuck. Fuck I’m gonna cum, fuck fuck Y/N, you’re so fuckin hot-” he growled, pace faltering as he reached his orgasim, shooting ropes of his sticky seed inside you.

The world was blurry, the room spinning as he stilled inside you, breathing heavily himself as he cooed down at you. “Baby? You with me?”

“Mhgm.” was all you could mutter out, body shaking and twitching from the overstimulation. “I’m gonna go clean you up okay? You gotta let go for two seconds.”

His soft, protective demeanour came back within seconds, as he slowly peeled your grip from his biceps, crescent moon shapes adorning them.

“When we’re all clean I gotta go clean some stuff up with them okay? And then we’ll have the whole place to ourselves and we can rest, pretty girl.”

[mywritersmind]

THREE DAYS. TWO CONFESSIONS. - KA12

summary : A pair of flirty teens with rich parents and talent running through their blood. In three days of running into eachother in black and red, the pair seem to come to the conclusion that maybe their jokes aren’t too far off from the truth.

listen up : suggestive jokes. dual pov!! mutual pining! banter! kimixbearman!reader. idk apparently i have a thing for wrong kimi x photographers

word count : 3740

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I’m staring at him.

He’s talking to an engineer from Mercedes, leaning against a table with his arms braced against it. Fuck his arms. Tan and veiny, gripping the table.

His curls bounce as he nods, his jaw moving as his words meet the open air. I bring my camera up to my face, peering through and snapping one shot. One for myself.

One of him.

Kimi turns his head when I take the photo, the confused look on his face changing, the corner of his lip quirking upwards.

He excuses himself, walking over to me while slipping his hands into his pockets, “Antonelli.” I nod.

“Bella.” He says it as if it’s any other word, yet the weight of it hangs above me like a knife.

He’s called me ‘Bella’ ever since I caught him talking to his friend in italian two years ago. He was explaining who was in the group photo we took at Prema and he said, “The pretty one to the left is Y/n.”

In the moment, my heart did a funny flip, but I played it off and am now stuck with him calling me ‘Pretty’ in his favorite romantic language.

“Saw your face when Lewis radioed.” I fake a frown, “Don't want the car anymore?”

He stays calm and collected, his accent hitting me once again, “It’s like you don’t want to see me every weekend next year.” He frowns, “I know you better than that.”

I cross my arms, looking up at him, “Do you?”

“If I wasn’t there, who would you bully?”

A small smile breaks my cool exterior, “True. My brother isn’t as easy as you.”

He bites his lip, shaking his head, “Ollie is a project for both of us to bug.”

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I’m in the Ferrari garage for the majority of the day, practice going smoothly and my day getting increasingly boring.

I end up walking over to Ollie as he gets out of his car, “My speedy brother!” I smile as he pulls his helmet off, the same grin he has everytime he gets out of a car.

“My snappy sister.” He greets me as I raise a brow. “Oh! Later today I'm going over to Kimi’s room so I can’t get dinner with you…” I frown, “Sorry! Guys night. Jack too.”

I cross my arms, “How are the three of you already pissing me off and your season hasn’t started yet?” Ollie just laughs and shrugs, leaving me in the pitlane.

I continue my walk, taking some more photos even though I'm technically supposed to focus on Ferrari pics. I see Kimi in the Mercedes garage, talking animatedly with Lewis.

I pull myself away because too many times I’ve gotten caught looking at him.

I continue my walk to see Jack Doohan standing alone, “Jack!” I smile as I approach him.

He grins a toothy smile, “Y/n! Long time no see!”

“Shit, yeah! How’ve you been?”

“Great! This weather is worrying me though.” I look up to the blue skies, frowning, “I have a feeling.” Jack and his ‘feelings’ are well known in the paddock.

“Well, if it does rain i’m calling for a singing in the rain moment!”

“I’m thinking more of Tom Holland and an umbrella.” I let out a loud laugh, reaching out to touch his arm.

“I’m so in! I can definitely find a black wig and leather.” He shakes his head, his gaze flicking past me.

I turn instinctively. Kimi is looking at us, his face blank but soon turns into a soft smile and a wave. Jack waves back but Kimi doesn’t look at me, just walks back into the garage.

I make a face, turning back to Jack, “Weird.” He laughs out loud, staring down at me, “What?”

Jack just shakes his head, “I’ll see you later, Y/n.”

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KIMI

The guys somehow found three old gaming controllers and hooked them up to the TV. Ollie and Jack are screaming at each other as I grab the ice bucket, “Hey! Grab me a candy bar?”

“Oh! And some crisps!” Jack cuts in. Rolling my eyes, I grab some cash and slip out the door.

As I walk down the hallway, I’m humming a stupid one direction song that Ollie got stuck in my head. The hotel is nice and I pause when I walk past the window.

Brazil stares back at me, the darkness isolating the few lights that are still on. I pull myself away from the view and continue humming and walking to the ice machine.

I stop my noise as soon as I turn the corner, seeing a girl standing with her back facing me, and her foot repeatedly hitting the vending machine.

She’s in pink low waisted flared sweats, and what looks like a formerly oversized shirt, cut into a crop and off the shoulder top.

“Fuck!” She yells again, this time placing her hands on the machine.

“Y/n?” I don’t mean to scare her, but she jumps. “Sorry. You need help?”

She looks hopelessly between me and the machine, crossing her arms over her bare skin, “Yes. This stupid thing ate my money!”

I can’t help but smile at her anger, her face is red and her hair looks like she’s shoved her hands through it a million times.

I quietly nod, peering into the box and seeing the stuck candy. I put my money in, buying a packet of strawberry cookies that do exactly what I hoped.

When the pack falls, it knocks her candy right out. “My savior.” She jokes before bending down and reaching into it. My gaze flicks down to her ass, the curve of her waist and her skin on display.

When she stands, I finally see her candy. It’s a chocolate bar with some sort of nuts and she looks ecstatic to finally have it in her grasp.

“Thank you!” She hands over my cookies that I hope Ollie will eat, “How’s the boys night going? They put you on errand duties?” She laughs a bit, a sound I wish I could bottle.

I scratch the back of my neck, “Yeah… What are you up to tonight?”

She shrugs, “Movies, going through pictures, snacks, crying. The usual?”

I let out a breathy laugh, “Why are you crying?”

“I miss my cat.”

“Mmm, peppermint.” I swear she almost starts crying right there. But she takes a breath, “You alone?”

It’s like a switch flips and she’s suddenly looking up at me like I'm more than some kid from karting. She bats her eyelashes, “I don’t have to be. Ditch the guys, I'm watching the princess bride.” I frown, I do love that movie.

“As appealing as that sounds… I think your brother would have an issue with that.” Her lips quirk into a slow smirk. God I love her lips.

“Tell them you got lost. Or kidnapped!” she steps a bit closer, “You really gonna turn down my invite?”

Fuck. Actually fuck. Fuck Ollie for having such a hot sister and fuck her for being so damn convincing. “You’re making it really hard for me.”

She doesn’t miss a fucking beat, raising a brow innocently, “Making more than one thing hard?”

I bite my lip, shaking my head, “You’re funny.”

She doesn’t break eye contact, “I aim to please.”

“You’re gonna get me in trouble, Bella.” I see her flirty facade break when I call her that. She likes it and I like that I can make her blush like that.

She flips her hair over her shoulder, “There’s this thing called self control.

I run my tongue over my teeth, “Trust me. I know a thing or two about it.” She looks satisfied at my answer, “Is this gonna come back to haunt me?”

She blinks innocently, backing up, “I have no idea what you’re talking about!”

I groan, watching her sinister smirk as she leaves, “Bearman…”

She mocks me, laughing, “Antonelli.” I want her to say my name a million times in a million different ways.

I nod slowly, “Have fun crying!”

“Have fun thinking about me!” She blows a kiss before disappearing around the corner. I want to chase after her and keep our conversation going forever.

Instead, I buy a bag of crisps and a chocolate bar. Walking back to my room, all I can wonder is why the universe continues to test me with my best friend's bloody sister.

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YOU

I bounce around the paddock, RAYE in my headphones and my camera in hand. The sprint is over and after some dramatics, the rain started.

I texted Jack as soon as I saw the dark cloud, letting him know he’d be good as a prophet.

I run into Franco, he looks tired but happy to see me, “Fran!” He hasn’t been here for long, but his first day was when we met and hit it off instantly. He’s like another brother to me.

“I’m hiding from the media.” He whispers, “Anything interesting happen to you recently?” My mind immediately goes to Kimi and last night. Something about him just makes me need to mess with him.

But maybe it’s not all for fun, maybe it’s a bit of truth mixed with flirting.

“Uh oh…” Franco points at me, “You've got that look in your eye.”

I scoff, playing it off, “What look?”

“That look like something interesting did happen to you. Spill!” I’m about to say something but a figure appears next to us, clapping his hand with Franco and smiling at me.

“Norris!” I thank god for the distraction.

“What’s up?” He’s in all papaya orange, a water bottle in hand.

Franco smirks, “Y/n here was just about to tell me about her interesting life!” He crosses his arms, “Go ahead.”

“Oh?” Lando turns to me as well, standing next to Franco. I suddenly feel very ganged up on.

“I’m not telling you two anything! You’re both too nosy.”

“Can’t help but be curious. Especially about you.” Franco’s relaxed manner makes my lips crack, smiling a bit. “So tell us, who’s the boy?”

“You’re not my brother- you don’t get to ask that.”

“You tell Ollie about your boy troubles?” Lando asks.

“He’s my twin, it’s in the rule book. At least everything he won’t gag at.”

Lando laughs at this, his eyes tracking past me and I know instantly as him and Franco smile, “Kid!” Lando waves him over just as Franco catches the look on my face.

His mouth drops but I just run my tongue over my teeth, holding back my smile with my hands on my hips.

Kimi is next to me in seconds, coolly looking at me as if he wasn’t an inch away from me yesterday. “Hey.”

“So what are your intentions?” Franco comes in hot and embarrassing, my eyes widening at him.

Kimi looks confused and a little intimidated, “With…?”

I stare Franco down, my eyes wide and panicked, Lando finally understanding and breaking out into laughter.

“Next year. You gonna be okay with your friend on the grid? I mean we all saw what happened with Lewis.”

Kimi looks at me as if i’m going to be any help, “I think i’ll be okay… Y/n will probably give me more issues than Ol.”

I scoff, “Right. You’re so cocky with Merc. Do you need a reminded how Lewis is driving that car this weekend?” I tick and wave my finger, “Ollie was totally geeking out when he overtook him.”

He laughs as Lando smiles, “I say we get Y/n a car and see how she likes it.”

Kimi shakes his head, “Don't say that! She’ll go bowling and still win.”

I smile widely, “I was a menace in karting. Kimi has never had the pleasure of racing against me.”

“You’re the one getting cocky, Bella. You really think you can beat me?” I nod, knowing full well I would not beat him.

Lando and Franco both look at us quizzically, “Bella?” Franco speaks italian. Something Kimi clearly did not know.

Lando frowns, “Bella? Is that your middle name or something.” Kimi looks like a deer in headlights.

“More like a nickname.” I mumble.

Franco eyes me, “And you know what it means?”

Lando is still confused, “What does it mean!?”

We all ignore him, “Mhm.” I say as Kimi fiddles with his ring, “Anyways- I gotta go!”

⋆༺

I ignore Kimi for the rest of the day. In my mind, i’m blaming it on work as if the rain hasn’t stopped my job.

Well, I still sit in the garage and snap pictures of the same things over and over again. Charles and Carlos are pretty but become boring to look at after two hours of them sitting and staring into space.

“Y/n!” The head media manager comes up to me, “Could you go print out what I just sent you? It’s for a tiktok.” I nod, grateful for a distraction and a reason to get out of the cold.

Walking through the halls, I stare at blank walls and try to find the printer which we share with two other teams.

It’s hidden in a dark corner, the door shut. I walk in, still humming to my music when I face Kimi. I’m reminded of last night and how his humming ceased when he saw me.

He turns around when the door squeaks, “Oh, Hey.”

“They got you running errands again?” I smile, the door shutting behind me.

“You’re one to talk.” He eyes my phone in my hand, the picture pulled up already.

“Fair enough…” I walk closer to him, he’s leaning over the printer, “How long is your stuff going to take?”

“I’m assuming a while because I can’t get it to work.” My eyebrows pull together as I look at the tiny screen, my arm brushing his as I reach over and press some buttons.

I eye his arms, something that keeps acting a magnet for my eyes. Stupid driver workouts.

Kimi checks his watch, groaning, “I gotta be back soon.” I keep messing with it as he crosses his arms.

“I’m not very experienced in printers.” I shrug, turning to him, “Maybe we can borrow Haas’?” He makes a face, “It’s a printer, not a car part.”

When he reaches for the doorknob a sense of sadness washes over me, knowing we’ll be separated again.

But i’m supposed to be avoiding him! I can't make up my mind and it’s making me angry. I don’t want to be with him but I do at the same time and I'm busy and stressed and he’s so damn cute.

He turns it, except it doesn’t turn. His hand slides over it as it stays in place. He looks back at me, already panicked.

Suddenly, i’ve completely forgot about why I want to stay with him. Because all I can focus on is that I’m stuck in a tiny room with Kimi Antonelli and no fucking air.

⋆༺

KIMI

We’ve texted everyone we know, called and banged on the door, yet still… nothing.

I think she’s freaking out because her hand hasn’t left her bracelet. I sit next to her on the floor as she shivers, “I’m going to petition for a bigger warning budget.” I laugh a bit, shrugging off my jacket.

I see her gaze drop to the black bomber, “I don’t know how you’re cold because I'm getting hot.” I push the jacket closer to her and she offers a small smile and pulls it on.

I think she’s going to stay quiet, but she looks up and sighs, “Must be because I'm so hot.”

I laugh, grateful for her humor back, “Glad to know you’re feeling well enough to talk yourself up.” a small smile graces her lips again.

“The day I don’t, call the police.” She crosses her arms, pulling my jacket close to her, “Thanks.”

“No problem, I told you, you look good in mercedes merch.” She’s facing the wall across from us still, her head tilted back as she bites back a smile.

“Do I look good in Mercedes, or is it just because it’s yours?” She tilts her head towards me as a slow smile meets my lips.

“Bit of both?” I look at her. Her eyes locked on mine as they squint a bit, assessing my answer. “Mostly cause it’s mine.”

She shakes her head, looking forward again, her cheeks pink.

“Your flirting game has improved.” she teases again, “Must be all the time around me.” cocky. arrogant. and correct.

“Nah, I think it’s because I actually mean it.” I see her breathing change, her smile fading.

“Too far, Antonelli. Don’t do that.” She whispers.

“Do what?”

She sits up, turning towards me completely, “Giving me false hope.”

I blink, realizing that this is real and happening right now as we’re stuck in a tiny room, “There’s nothing false about it.” when she starts to look away from me, rolling her eyes, I scoff, “You can’t be the one upset about this. You started this!”

“I started this?” she looks shocked but her voice is still calm, “You called me ‘Bella’. You called me Bella and I didn’t even know your last name.”

“Some girls would like that I described her as I see her. And you 100% love it.” She licks her lips as I continue, “Ollie tells both of us to stop constantly. I thought you at least do it to bug him.”

“Kimi. I don’t care what my brother says that much and… If I was doing it because of Ollie- I wouldn’t flirt with you when we’re alone.”

“So you like it. So why did you tell me to stop?” I can’t quite place the look on her face, confusion mixed with… anger?

“I told you… false hope.”

“And I told you. There’s nothing false about it.” She swallows. I can hear myself breathing as she stares at me.

She stares at me as if it's the first time we met. She stares at me like she knows everything about me. She’s confusing and it’s making me so angry because we’re stuck in this fucking room and neither of us will-

I’m so caught up in my own mind that I don’t realize she’s leaning in. I don’t realize until her hand touches my jaw and her lips are on mine.

She pulls back, her eyes wide and her breath quickened. “I- Sorry.” I’m shaking my head and pulling her in before she can talk again.

She tastes like mint and smells like chocolate. My hand slips under the jacket, gripping her waist. I think I'm dreaming and if I am I don’t want to ever be woken up.

“Bella.” I whisper, my breath ragged and her smile pressing against my lips.

And then the door opens.

We pull apart so quickly that when Ollie blinks down at us, he doesn't see us. But he knows.

Y/n’s lips are red and my cheeks match it. We’re both panting and Ollie just blinks.

“Ollie.” Y/n says, her voice breaking the silence.

“No.” Is all he says before turning around and leaving.

⋆༺

YOU

Ollie isn’t pissed.

Ollie is… embarrassed? Uncomfortable? Horrified that he caught his sister and best friend making out?

We had texted him to get us out of that room and obviously I completely forgot because I was FUCKING KISSING KIMI.

I’m still warm and absolutely buzzing, but with the rain delay, I'm on extra photo duty. I edit all through the afternoon and fall asleep before I even think of texting him.

On quali and race day, I wake up way too early to my phone dead, and when I finally make it to the track, I'm working again.

With my phone a tiny bit charged, I text Kimi.

I’m tapping my foot the whole race, cringing at every crash and mentally screaming at every red flag.

I keep checking my phone to see if Kimi has texted me but still nothing. He pops up on the TV when Lewis gets overtaken.

I don’t mean to smile, but I do.

It’s ridiculous. I’m acting like a total school girl! One day, i’m flirting and sizing him up because I thought our game was… well… just a game. Even though I didn’t want it to be. And the next, I'm kissing him and checking my phone like an obsessed freak in love.

I really do like him. And that scares me a whole lot more than I expected.

⋆༺

KIMI

I frown with the team at todays result for Lewis, but I fucking run out of the garage the second the podium starts.

I find her in the midst of chaos, her hair is wet and I can’t help but laugh. She doesn’t see me yet, but she’s making a disgusted face and peeling her hair off her face, “Bella.”

She turns just then, her face morphing into a smile, “Hi.”

“You wanted to talk?” She nods, pulling me into an empty glass room.

“I like you.”

A slow smile pulls at my lips as I lean against the table, “I like you too…”

She sighs, like all she needed was to hear that. “But i’m fucking scared because how does that even work and I always thought you flirted back as a joke and Ollie is so weird about it and I really really like you.”

I take her hand in mine, her eyes settling on me, “The first time I saw you, I told Ollie you were pretty. He then informed me that you were his twin and I wanted to die.” She laughs out loud, “But it’s more than your face, because as pretty as you are, and as much as we flirt… I like you because you’re the smartest eighteen year old I know and the only one who can make me laugh and blush simultaneously.”

Her breath slows, stepping closer so she’s standing in between my legs, “I’m sorry for being a pussy about you.”

I laugh, “I wouldn’t give up your cheesy lines for anything.” my favorite smile stares back at me. The one that I create. I poke her in the side, “You fancy me!” I mock her accent as she rolls her eyes and kisses me.

She’s sweet and perfect and my girl.

[nightmare-niko]

F*cked My Way Up To The Top [Father Charlie Mayhew x reader]

pt.1

Prompts: 2/6/8

Word count: 1457

Warnings: oral! fem receiving, dom! Ish reader— this ones actually kinda just cute lol

A/n: this one was requested but i changed one of the prompts a tiny bit to fit the scheme better! i hope yall still like it tho hehe :3 and also lets pretend that the whip cuts on his back aren't fresh !!! for Y/ns sheets sake...

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The last time you visited Church, you forgot to leave your number. You were too busy trying to sneak out to your car with no one seeing the priest's cum running down your bare (but marked) legs. Charlie had offered for you to stay the night, but you'd rather die than do the walk of shame out of a church in the daylight. When you found out you had a rare three-day weekend you began your planning. It would be unfair for you to show up and cause chaos on a Sunday... again, which is why you chose to dress your best and show up to church on a Monday.

When you strolled into the church, Father Charlie was deep in a conversation with someone you honestly couldn't get less of a shit about. Taking a seat near the back, you watch as Charlie's eyes rake over your form. You shamelessly stare as he gets visibly more and more nervous under your hungry gaze. What power you had over him, it was pathetic on his part. You loved it. The minutes ticked by agonizingly as you watched him. Nothing about the look in his eyes told you he gave a single shit about the person before him. It was honestly extremely amusing.

It wasn't long before he was making his way over to you. "Y/N, I'm surprised to see you back." He slips into the space beside you. Your head reels as his cologne invades your senses.

"I was just so touched by last week's service I had to pay another visit.” You gesture down to your slightly more church-appropriate outfit, "I even dressed modestly.

He hums, eyes darting right to your stocking-covered thighs and pencil skirt, “Are we sure...”

You follow his eyes and flush, “It's not my fault it's cold in here..." You defend.

He laughs quietly, "That's true.” He pauses for a moment before leaning closer. "You think I don't know why you’re here?" His breath is hot against your face.

"You think I don't know you’re itching to get your hands on me?" You’re quick with your response, it shocks him. "You started fidgeting like a schoolboy the moment I walked in.”

You watch as the blood rushes to Charlie’s face, painting the tips of his ears pink. He clears his throat, "Well then, what's your plan?"

"Well, my car is parked out back. So, either we sneak out and go to mine...” you pause in faux contemplation, “or we could risk everyone in this church, hearing us fucking in your office.”

The man before you gasps, you fight to contain your amusement. You try to get up, but he stops you. “What if someone sees?"

"We've been friends since high school, Father. This whole town knows we know each other."

The worry in his brow doesn’t budge, you sigh- “Look, maybe this was a mistake, we can just forget—“ "No- No it—“ he cuts you off, “Well maybe it is but I don’t care. I will repent later, go wait and I'll be out in a few minutes.”

oh god not again

"I won't leave you for thirty minutes again, I promise,” He reassures.

•

You’re 100% sure you blacked out because now you were pulling into your driveway with Charlie in your passenger seat. “Aren’t I just such a gentleman?” You tease.

“Yeah? In what way?” His voice matches your playful tone.

"I drove you to my house before— ya know...” you put the car in park.

“No, I don't know, before what?"

"Before fucking your brains out." You shrug nonchalantly as you pull the key out of the ignition.

“Is that what I did? Fucked your brains out?"

"Yup!" You open your car door, stepping one foot out before turning back to him. "And that's what I'm gonna do to you so— c'mon!”

You skip towards your front door with Charlie right on your trail. It's been a while since you had a man in your house, your body vibrates with anticipation as you unlock your front door.

"You know, one of these days you should let me take you to lunch or something.”

"We'll See," You shrug, shrugging off your jacket. "Behave for me today and I'll let you do whatever you want.” You turn to him, pressing your chest against him, and his hands immediately find their place on your hips.

"I think I like the sound of that~" Charlie leans down, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss. You revel in the taste of his lips on yours. You didn't know what it was— but something about Charlie was so intoxicating. He was tall, much taller than you— and as your torso pressed against his, you realized he was hard in his slacks. "That's," he groans, pressing his visible bulge into your stomach, "that, darling, is what you do to me."

You hum and take him by the hand to lead him through your house and into your bedroom. He looked good-- When did he not look good? Wasting no time you bring Charlie's face back to yours for another searing kiss.

Charlie's hands greedily pull your neatly tucked blouse out from your skirt. You help him lift it over your head, the chill of the room sending goosebumps up your arms. You quickly pull your skirt and tights down, leaving you in just your white ruffle socks and underwear. Charlie quickly mirrors your actions, ridding himself of his shirt and pants quicker than you had expected— damn he was hot.

Your padded feet patter across the hardwood as you make your way onto your bed. You beckon Charlie over to you with your finger. His strong body towers over you as your back collides with the headboard behind you. His finger trails down the side of your neck, the marks he had left last week were mostly faded— that was no good. His lips greedily work to leave more love bites, you whine.

Raking your manicured nails down his toned chest, he groans against your skin, “fuck.” he sits up to get a better look at you under him, “Let me taste you, baby, please?”

You bring your foot up to his chest, pushing gently to get him on his back, "Beg. Maybe I'll consider." You seductively crawl over to him, sitting on his clothed cock. He revels from underneath you, his hands squeezing at your thighs and ass. You kiss all over his torso as he struggles to form a coherent thought— drunk on you.

“Please— Baby please, I need to taste you.” He slurs, “Sit on my face— suffocate me I don't care. I'll die a happy man.”

You giggle against his skin, nipping at him with your teeth playfully. “How did you know flattery works on me~”

“Lucky guess,” he chuckles.

Charlie desperately paws at you wordlessly pleading for you to end his suffering. You comply— removing your underwear. The moment your dripping cunt was close enough his lips were latched onto you. Kissing licking and biting at you like a starved man, he curses against you again.

The grip on your thighs is almost painful, you are certain he would leave crescent moons on them. You loved it. You rut against his nose as his tongue prods at your hole— you moan theatrically, folding over as the pleasure shoots through your whole body. Charlie sloppily laps at your folds until your legs begin to shake.

Your orgasm takes you by complete and utter surprise. Your vision goes white as Charlie licks up everything gratefully.

“fuck!” you pant, removing yourself from above him to slump onto your mattress. Charlie lay there panting— his face and chest kissed in a deep blush. Your eyes trail down his torso and to his boxers, the grey material soiled with a dark spot. You gasp, “did you?”

“yes,” he shamefully admits, hiding his face behind his arms

“Hey hey no it's okay!” you quickly reassure him. You try to pry his arms away from his face. “C'mon lemme see you, baby.”

“I’m embarrassed,” he mumbles.

You laugh lightly, kissing his arms in an attempt to lower his guard. “That was like the hottest thing I've ever experienced.”

“Really?” he peaks out at you.

“uh— are you kidding??” you exclaim, he fully puts down his arm and you leave a peck on his lips. “stay? Just for a little?”

He smiles tiredly, “You're gonna have a hard time getting me to leave.”

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needed me — lando norris

"sorry for the cuddling. i'm usually not this clingy." lando norris x you rating – mature; mostly fluff with a sprinkle of innuendo masterlist

The weekend had been rough. From beginning to end, it was a scrap for Lando – nothing going his way, no silver lining to salvage. Waste of fucking time, he growled once his helmet came off and was shoved into his trainer’s arms, barely even glancing your way. Disappearing into hospitality, never resurfacing until he was ready to leave the track. Alone.

Darkness blanketed the Bahrain skies, black clouds ominously looming above and painfully complimenting Lando’s race. It was poetic in a way and you found comfort in the dimly lit gloom, curling up in your hotel bed with a book and glass of wine. You needed it to distract you from the phone taunting you on the bedside table. No new notifications, no texts, no calls – radio silence from the one person you couldn’t stop thinking about.

The click of your hotel door opening made your heart skip, the shadow of the man you had become all too familiar with slinking up your walls until he appeared in the door way – all hoodie clad and cosy. You closed your book and sat up against the mountain of pillows, a soft smiling lining your lips as Lando shyly shuffled across the carpet beneath his sneakers.

“Am I gonna have to revoke your key card privileges?” You asked, watching him kick off his shoes and jumper while you flipped open your duvet, summoning him under the warm covers.

Lando shook his head, curls falling into his eyes as he sighed deeply and crawled in beside you, “Please don’t. I’ll never recover.”

You hummed in amusement, hanging your arm out over the pillows and pulling him into your side. He was warm to the touch always, nuzzling into your neck as soon as he was close enough – annoyingly clingy in the best way. He was your friend first, maybe more now but you never spoke about it.

Having him this close was all you needed, it was what you craved on those lonely nights and you assumed by the way he always came to your room after a long day that the feeling was mutual.

“I needed to see you… couldn’t sleep,” He whispered into the air, eyes focused on the intricately detailed ceiling above.

“Neither could I so you made the right call."

Your tone was light, almost airy and Lando was broken from his distant gaze and brought right back to you – a grin teasing his lips. The sudden realisation that you wanted him here hitting him like a tonne of bricks.

“Sleeping in your bed is always the right call.”

The blush that roared across your face was disguised by the darkness you laid in, fingers mindlessly brushing through his dense curls that tickled your cheeks. Lando’s fingertips drew shapes on the forearm that kept him tucked into your side – his mind finally slowing down enough to enjoy the silence. Comfortable, effortless silence that made him feel like he was home.

“You comfy?” You asked, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his nodding head.

Lando closed his eyes and burrowed deeper into your embrace, “Sorry for the cuddling – I’m usually not this clingy,” He whispered in return, causing your eyebrows to rise and a quiet scoff to slip from your lips.

You could see the devilish smirk plastered across his sweet face when you looked down, rolling your eyes and giving his curls a playful tug, eliciting a moan.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

Your question wasn’t prying and Lando knew that – and maybe tomorrow in the harsh light of day he would have to but right now, with your soft, inviting lips taunting every ounce of self-control he had left, he shook his head. Subtle but you caught it, along with the glimmer in his eyes that told you he couldn’t bear to relive any of it this soon.

“Do you wanna kiss about it instead?” You asked, blinking a couple of times before Lando was lifting his head from your shoulder and meeting you in the middle.

“Yes please,” He mumbled before capturing your lips, hands grasping your face to bring you closer – desperation and adoration in every single searing kiss he pressed to your skin.

[httpsserene]

I’m begging you, please write something for us Lance girlies.

meet cute? bookmarked! — 𝐥𝐬. 𝟏𝟖 lance stroll x fem!black!reader requested! smau. vacation romance. girls trip. love at first sight. fluff. profanity. mentions of reader’s previously failed relationships. reader has a mom and sister. sibling dynamics (bullying). friendship. delusion. reader has a puppy.

synopsis: it’s the most wonderful time of the year! you swear there’s love in the air. however, your friends, family, and fans think you need intensive therapy.

༊࿐ ⊹ ˚. i wish peace, love, and happiness on everyone’s soul…and i hope my unexpected lance stroll smau series distracts you from the torment of the race weekend.

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twitter • ynplays • december 11th

imessage • yn and friends

instagram • ynplays • dec12th • winter wonderland ⚑

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ynplays: brr 🥶 if only their was a 6-foot, brown-eyed, strong man to keep me warm 😏🥺

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user1 so it starts 😣

➥ user2 please let this be a normal vacation!!!

➥ user3 with yn??? no way

yourmom i didn't raise you to act like this…

➥ yoursister mom idk where you went wrong with her

➥ ynplays she let me have unmonitored access to the internet

➥ user4 ah that makes sense 🙂‍↕️

➥ user5 that'll do it mhm

yourbestie please can we go inside the fucking resort my ass is freezing as im typing this

➥ yourfriend1 u just mad bc u slipped and busted your ass

➥ yourbestie would you be mad if i punched you so hard yo nose broke?

➥ user6 heyyYYY come getcho friends yn!!!

➥ user7 they about to crash out 😳😳😳

user8 lots of athletes like to go skiing and snowboarding during their winter breaks 👀

➥ yourfriend2 DO NOT give her any ideas, pls im begging you 🧎🏽‍♀️🧎🏽‍♀️🙏🏽🙏🏽

➥ user8 american football players, basketball players, racecar drivers, hockey players, tennis players...😏

➥ ynplays omg ao3 fic, meet-cute, 654k words, love at first sight, strangers to lovers, no angst, happy ending, hockey player x yourname romance irl???

➥ yourfriend2 i begged,,,

twitter • ynplays • december 12th

instagram • ynplays • dec13th • the slopes ⚑

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ynplays: sega’s first snow and my first day on the slopes 🥹🐶

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user9 is your puppy named after the video game franchise, SEGA?

➥ ynplays yes! sega made mortal kombat which is my fav fighting game, so i named her after the company :)

➥ ynplays also, you can't forget about sonic and persona (super monkey ball too!!!)

➥ user10 me n the boys go crazy on super monkey ball

yourbestie pretty girl < 3

➥ yoursister if i was a man...mhm 😈

➥ yourfriend1 why do u always say some weird shit

➥ user11 turning your family tree into a circle energy

user12 are you just skiing or are you going to snowboard too??

➥ ynplays i want to do both! starting with skiing bc it's a "ski" resort ig? but i can't wait to try a board :)

➥user13 sounds like a fun! hope you have a nice vacay < 3333

user14 YNNNN ⚠️⚠️ you should get some of those plush turtles that you put on your butt so it doesn't hurt as much when you fall ⚠️⚠️

➥ user15 yes omg like this comment so she can see ittttt

➥ user16 those cushions literally saved my ass when i went boarding last year fr

➥ ynplays should i get one? do they sell them anywhere near the resorts?

➥ user16 yes, they should!

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[caption; well,,,i think i need skiing lessons. hope the man i ran into has less snow down his shirt than i do.]

user17: eating shit is a staple of learning to ski

user18: the man 😀🫨 ynplays: i think it was the same dude who opened the door for me !!! user18: babe that's fate atp i don't make the rules

yourfriend2: i think you're about to have your meet-disaster. look up, he's skiing our way ynplays: oGM WH$T TH3!?!!

twitter • ynplays • december 13th

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[caption1; he said i was a total loss at skiing and taught me how to snowboard instead ;p] [caption2; is it love if he buys you $25 ski resort hot cocoa?]

user19: oh no you're down BAD

yourfriend1: idk if it’s love but it's a stupid purchase 👏🏽 i can tell you that much

yoursister: no the fuck it's not love 🤬

user20: $25 HOT COCOA?!! outrageous user20: you better marry that man ynplays: you understand me on an subatomic level

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user21: oh them drinks look thirst quenching 🤤🤤🤤

➥ user22: i wish free refills were implemented worldwide

user23: they would have to chain me up in my room if i were at this resort...i'd be foaming out the mouffff 😮‍💨🥴

➥ user24: bro what 🤣🤣🤣

➥ user25: think it's time you get castrated lil bro

➥ user26: watchlist type beat 🫵🏽🫵🏽🫵🏽

yourfriend1: i thought this was supposed to be a girls trip :(

➥ yourfriend2: it never is with yn unfortunately

➥ yourbestie: FRFR this turned into the girls....and l****

➥ ynplays: don't be fucking rude 😒

➥ ynplays: he payed for our drinks and taught me how to shred ☹️

user27: "l****" ???? alright agents let's find out who this mfer is

➥ user28: *brushes off my criminal justice degree*

➥ user29: i've compiled a list of five letter boy names that start with L on a google doc and male celebs who have posted any ski resort pics or those who implied they were going

➥ user30: i have a google doc of all the male athletes who have posted any skiing/snowboading/resort pics AND athletes who implied they were going somewhere cold for holiday

➥ user29: ,,,i like your style. let's merge our docs 🤝

➥ user31: post the link on twitter and let's fucking get to it

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[ghostgirl-22]

ok but imagine art and patrick at a frat party.. patrick’s already hyper aware of his bisexuality and feelings for art, arts still repressed as hell. theyre drunk, some guy starts flirting with patrick, art is clearly jealous but doesnt know what this feeling is (“am i homophobic? why do i care so much?” etc). patrick notices this and leans into it, starts flirting back w the guy, fucks him in the bathroom or w/e, finally explores his bisexuality. art feels CRAZY after this, finally notices hes so jealous and wanted to be this guy so bad.. crazy sexual tension ensues. idk if this is too specific but i see it so clearly….

I have been excited for this prompt forever. Idk if you’re still around the fandom anon after all this time 😭 but ily and this prompt <33 I didn’t do it justice but I had fun and so did my Colorado native heart.

CW: 18+ NSFW, never proofreading is the standard, Art is manipulative and kind of an asshole here but it’s just because he’s a fucking terror when he’s in love 😔

—-

It’s the middle of February and Patrick’s not in Palo Alto but he’s still at a Stanford event. “It’s this annual ski trip so many different frats and athletes go. Anyone who’s anyone will be there.” Art explains. “Tashi was supposed to go with me but you know… the girls won the final.” 

Patrick knows all about that. Tashi’s playing in Austrailia. Her family made it a whole trip and she’s got another Adidas photoshoot that’ll be showing exclusively over there. In pro tennis the American season is still on hiatus, he can’t really afford to call  Austrailia every night and he’s kinda bored so that’s how he ended up in Colorado for the weekend. 

He’s on the slopes with Art and his tennis friends in the daytime but that night Stanford takes over the lodge and there’s this epic pool party. The pools are heated, there’s two hot tubs. Tons of pizza in the lobby and drinks outside. There’s even a DJ it’s like a full on frat party in the mountains. Everyone’s staying in the resort, kids are making out, hooking up, trying to hide more elicit substances like weed and ecstasy from the so called “adult” chaperones. It makes Patrick kinda wish he would’ve enrolled.  

He’s lifting himself out of the pool, sitting up on the edge, half drunk when it happens. The cold air feels so nice on his heated skin. He thinks its an accident at first when this guy nudges his knee. Patrick smiles at him, just to show it’s no big deal. He grins back. He’s cute, pale blue eyes, dyed black hair, a lip ring. He’s skinny, a couple tattoos. He looks a little like the guy from Blink 182 Patrick touched himself for when that what’s my age again video came out. 

He knows it by now. What he only suspected when he was younger. That he’s bicurious. 

If getting weird feelings about Robin in that Batman and Robin cartoon when he was a kid wasn’t enough.  Then spending 6 years developing the most delicious masochistic crush on his roommate that culminated in a kiss he can’t stop thinking about definitely did the trick. Pretty boy is chewing on his lip ring, smiling up at Patrick and checking him out. And yeah, Patrick definitely likes boys. 

He’s had a little experience. Some kissing, heavy petting, dry humping another player  in the back of his jeep after a bad day on tour. Made him feel better. He hasn’t really told Tashi… he doesn’t think of it as cheating. It’s something he can’t really get from her anyway.  

“Dude, hurry, lets get some more drinks,” Art sits up next to him on the pools ledge, he’s all tipsy, wet and flushed. He looks so goddamn good right now. It's actually a cosmic joke.  Pretty boy frowns and Patrick shakes his head just the slightest bit, hoping he understands that there’s nothing going on between them. 

“Come on, man,” Art says as he gets to his feet. “I’m already cold.” They were in the middle of a game of pool volleyball. It’s enough like tennis that they’re kinda good at it. And Art’s been flirty with this tall girl, Porsha from the girls volleyball team all night. Which is probably why he’s actually in a hurry, to get a drink back to her.

Patrick figures maybe pretty boy wants a drink. They pad along the cold ground to the drinks table. It’s cold enough outside that nothing really has to be chilled, it’s nice and cold just sitting out on the table. As Patrick scoops up another beer, pretty boy approaches him. 

“Hey,” he smiles. 

Patrick smiles back. “You want one?” He holds up the can he was gonna bring over.  

“Thanks, but I’m actually straight edge.” 

“Oh,” Patrick says, not overly familiar with the term but he thinks it’s hot all the same. 

Pretty boy looks over Patrick’s body, still checking him out. “Are you a freshman? I feel like I’ve never seen you before?” 

“I don’t go here, my buddy Art does,” Patrick gestures. 

“Hey,” Art says lightly, and then looks back at Patrick. “Come on Pat it’s fucking cold.”

”Guess you gotta go Pat,” pretty boy smirks, stepping closer.  

“Patrick,” Patrick says, “he’s the only one that…yeah…” 

“Got it,” pretty boy reaches up to finger the small gold Star of David necklace Patrick’s grandfather gave him that Patrick usually forgets he’s wearing. 

“What’s your name?” Patrick asks. 

“Julian.” He rakes his hand down the front of Patrick’s chest. “your body’s kind of incredible.” 

“Okay… cool man,” Art is still lingering, and Patrick can’t believe he almost forgot about him. Art’s eyes are narrowed in Julians direction. “Aren’t you in the student government or something?” He demands.  

“Not by choice, I’m just a genius at math and my friend is VP so they made me assistant treasurer,”  his eyes haven’t left Patrick’s body. “You want to go inside for a little bit and you know… hang out?”

Patrick’s been kinda horny all night. He’s horny and curious and Julian is really fucking hot so he shrugs. “Yeah.” 

“What? Seriously?” Art asks.

“Look I’m getting tired man.” Patrick lies. “But you have fun, I’ll see you… tomorrow.” He glances at Julian and he grins.  

“You really think I have a shot with Porsha?” Art says, scratching his head.

“I dunno but you’ll have the room to yourself either way,” Patrick smirks.  

Art’s eyes go wide. He looks again at Julian like it’s just now dawning on him what’s happening.

“Uh…” he steps back and stumbles a bit bumping into someone else that steadies him as he comes up to the table and steals a couple beers before hurrying back to the hot tub. 

“Right, later man,” Patrick says, amused by the way Art seems to be glitching out. Patrick still can’t believe after all this time that Art doesn’t know… but whatever he’ll live. At least until tomorrow when they can talk about it.  Patrick starts walking over to grab his towel and his things. 

“Wait I’m— I’m tired too,” Art says, following him. Patrick raises his eyebrows. He doesn’t argue when Art decides to accompany them back to the lodge. Walking in between them. “Maybe we should go back to the room and call Tashi. It’s probably 12 in the afternoon there.” He says when they get inside. “Tashi’s his girlfriend by the way,” Art adds to Julian. He can be a total dick when he wants to be actually.  

“Tashi Duncan?” Julian asks. 

“Yeah… I mean… yes. She’s technically my girlfriend.” Patrick says, glaring at Art. He looks triumphant like he’s ready to see Patrick try and dig himself out of it. 

“Technically,” Julian smirks. “Why do all straight boys have technical girlfriends, and fiancées and wives.” 

 “I dunno… maybe I’m not technically straight,” Patrick says. 

Art makes a strangled sound which Patrick ignores. 

“I figured.” 

“How’d you know?” 

“I was watching you,” Julian says, glancing quickly at Art before looking back to Patrick. 

“Right,” Patrick mutters, feeling a bit pathetic about the fact that it’s this obvious to everyone but Art. 

“Yeah I’ll probably have to call her or something tomorrow… let her know I’m bisexual.” Patrick says, dryly. 

Art laughs. “No way, Pat. One kiss doesn’t make us fucking bisexual.” He’s gone quite red and he looks irritated. “We kissed a couple months ago by the way. Me and him.” He blurts to Julian. 

It’s not like Art to bring that up at all. Much less in front of another person unprovoked. Tashi would sooner bring it up just to watch him turn into a cherry, then Art just outright admitting it. If Patrick didn’t know better he’d call it jealousy. 

“I agree, Donaldson right? You’re a tennis player?”   

“Yeah and it’s…Art,” Art says, coolly. 

“Well that’s… a name. I guess you should thank god you’re pretty.” 

“I—I thank god all the time actually,” Art says, a silly counter for an unnecessary but amusing fight Art is trying to pick. 

“Well that’s great man, and he’s right… one kiss doesn’t necessarily make you bisexual… but you know… we can do more than kiss.” Julian places his palm on Patrick’s bare tummy. 

“Patrick that’s…that’s not a good idea! you’re gonna end up losing Tashi. I— I want to help you but I can’t if you’re gonna cheat on her. Just come back to the room with me. I won’t even tell her or anything.” He’s fucking jealous. God. Patrick wants to laugh. This is incredible.

“Okay fine, I’m coming. Can you take this?” He hands Art his wallet  which has been useless all night since everything was paid for by the student event association or whatever and his unopened can of beer. He keeps his phone, his room key and his towel. “I’ll be up there in five minutes.” 

Art lingers a little longer.

”dude go, I’m coming I promise.” 

It’s a promise he totally keeps. In the bedroom where they don’t even make it to the bed… he comes. Julian has lube and condoms in his backpack. They’re making out in the elevator, in the hallway. and before they’re two steps into Julian's bedroom he’s pressed up against Patrick. Teasing fingers inside. Rolling a condom on and slathering it in so much lube. pressing into Patrick, slowly at first. it feels so big and achy and intense. And then Patrick’s guiding it towards his prostate. The angle where he fingers himself sometimes when he wants to come so hard he blacks out. It’s even better with a fully hard dick inside. Better with Julian’s teasing words in his ear. 

“I know a yearner when I see one. You wish I was that silly little blonde twink so fucking bad, don’t you. Imagine him fucking you like this. Filling you up till you’re incoherent. Filling every hole you have. Fucking you so deep you can’t feel anything else but the thick hard ache of it.” 

“Mm fuck, yes,” Patrick can’t help it. It feels like he’s seeing god over and over. Every thrust, every word taking him to new heights. It’s barely any time at all before he’s unloading all over the bedroom door breathless and moaning. Then they’re making out again on the floor, Patrick crawling all over Julian before a second round and a third. His first time, and this is so hot. He feels so good he almost falls asleep in there but when he picks up his phone to glance at it there’s like 20 missed calls and text messages.

Oh Art is sick.

Patrick barely gathers himself together and makes his way back to their room. It’s almost 2 in the morning but Art is awake watching tv. He’s finished another 2 beers. His eyes are a little red. His cheeks, a little streaky. He’s still in his swim trunks and his hair is nearly dried, his curls all messy. god Patrick can feel the blood rushing immediately right back into his dick. 

Art glares at Patrick and then does a dramatic flop onto his pillow, turning his back to him. 

“Oh come on,” Patrick says, laughing. 

“What the fuck is so funny?” Art mutters. 

“You.” Patrick approaches his bed and knees into it. 

“You know you just cheated on the greatest girl ever right? Cheating on Tashi for some gay loser emo with a star tattoo.”

”It was a starfish, I saw it… up close…for like 2 hours,” Patrick smirks. 

“Well aren’t you fucking special. I’m sure your mom will be proud.” 

“Why? did you call her?” Patrick snorts as he collapses onto the bed next to him. He stops himself, as always, from rubbing Arts' ridiculously perky ass.

“I fucking should,” Art sits up and renews his glare. “What if he had an std? Then you bring it back to Tashi?”

”we used a condom. And i don’t remember you giving this much of a shit when I cheated on my high school girlfriends.” 

“It’s Tashi man, you would really fucking do this to her?” 

“And you’d really fucking cry about it?” Patrick reaches up, brushing a knuckle along his soft cheek. Art shoves him off. “You should be giddy that I couldn’t stop myself. I’m surprised you didn’t call her.” 

“I did,” Art mutters. 

“Ah. So you are still an asshole, I was worried.” 

“She doesn’t even fucking care man.” Art mutters defeated. “She basically said why am I telling her about it if you need a dick and she doesn’t have one. and while she’s in  Australia of all places."

Patrick chuckles for the way he and Tashi had a similar thought process and for Arts dumb jealous meddling not getting him the result he hoped for. 

“Your mom would be upset though,” Art says, he sounds hopeful. 

“God, Art. What is the big fucking deal? Why do you want someone to be mad at me because I fucked a guy? Are you homophobic or something?”

“What? What?! No.” He says quickly. “Im not fucking homophobic dude. I… you know my cousin is a lesbian and… and I could care less.” He’s turning red. “I’m not um… I’m definitely not a homophobe. That’s not fair.” 

”Well then, what is the real problem? Is it that I wanted to get fucked? Is it because I wanted to feel some hot boys’ hard dick in my ass fucking into me over and over?” He says explicitly just to watch Art squirm. And boy is he squirming. He can’t sit still, can’t look at Patrick. Hes got his hands shoved in his lap, between his crossed legs, his face all twisted up. 

“That’s… that’s…not my… you shouldn’t be… you shouldn’t be just…” he stammers out but he just can’t… finish.  

“Art? Come on, what is it?” Patrick prods, a little softer now. “Tell me. Is it Julian?” Giving him an out. 

Art nods his head, grasping at the new reason to tell Patrick why he shouldn’t. “Yes actually. I mean, you don’t know anything about him. He’s got all those tattoos for all you know he could be a… he could be violent or something. Plus I heard he's a loser… you wouldn’t know because you don’t go here but someone told me he sucks. I mean… he’s lame. And he’s not even that good looking or anything… you could at least find an athlete  or like someone on a sports team or—” 

Patrick rolls his eyes. “You’re fucking ridiculous. You know that, right?” He mutters sitting up and leaning in close. “How about next time… if you don’t want another boy to fuck me… you just fuck me yourself.”  

The way Art’s expression changes so quickly to one of exaggerated shock and incredulity is actually amusing. “W-what?” He says, his Adams Apple bobbing.

“You heard me, you little shit,” Patrick smirks, leaning in closer. Art’s little tongue flits across his bottom lip, his eyes dart down to Patrick’s mouth then back up again.

”I don’t… I’m not…” he stammers, but Patrick grips his chin and he’s immediately pliable. Let’s Patrick pull him closer, till he’s leaning in near Patrick’s open mouth. Art licks a hesitant stripe across Patrick’s lips and then the flood gates open. He’s kissing Patrick, open mouthed, heated wet tongue slipping in and out and all around. Everywhere as he moans. If Patrick was seeing god before he’s pretty sure he probably is god at this point for how fucking incredible this feels. 

Patrick reaches into his lap. He’s as hard as he can possibly be. Of course he is. All this drama and all he really had to say was don’t go with him, fuck me instead. The most ridiculous person Patrick knows.  

He’s up on his knees, grabbing at Patrick’s face, then his body. Kisses so wet and eager that Patrick feels dizzy. Patrick settles onto his back, on the pillow, let’s Art fall on top of him, arms on either side of Patrick’s body, hips between Patrick’s thighs, he starts grinding up against Patrick’s ass, against his cock and balls, humping him like he’s humping into a pillow.

“Mm you should fuck me,” Patrick hums into Arts mouth. “I wanna lose my virginity again.”  He grins. He’s still wet for how much lube Julian used to fuck him loose and slippery. God getting fucked by two different boys on the same night he first loses it for a boy. This’ll be a story for his grand kids. 

“Fuck,” Art whines loudly before kissing Patrick again. “You should have just fucking…never let that loser… he shouldn’t get to…” Art’s all shaky, there’s this bright light in his eyes. Like he’s worked himself up into a frenzy.  “I can fuck you so much better than him.”  He starts grabbing at Patrick’s swim trunks. Tugging them down.  

“I can fuck you better. Fuck him.” He breathes, as he grabs at Patrick’s dick with his shaky hands and swallows. Every touch between them feels electric, Patrick’s tingling all over, in a way he wasn’t earlier. It’s actually crazy. Art is holding his dick, he slaps it against Patrick’s tummy and bends over to lick at the length. His perfectly pink tongue licking heated stripes all up and down and along his balls. over and over again. Sloppy and messy and so wet. Spit everywhere. Just when Patrick thinks he’s gonna come by this alone. Art huffs, his heated breath ghosting along Patrick’s dick, along his upper thighs. “I can fuck you so much better.” 

He sits up on his knees again and pulls his own dick out. His pretty perfect dick. Been perfect ever since Patrick first saw it. It was even more perfect  the last time he saw it.  When they jerked it simultaneously the last month of high school. Talking about Tashi. Not mentioning the kiss but the memory of it vivid in Patrick’s mind as Art was breathing heavy and ragged right next to him making him come so much faster.       

“You can fuck me. I’m wet already, baby,” Patrick whispers. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t wait for you but I’m really fucking wet for you.” 

“Fuck you,” Art looks more determined now. His eyes filling with water and it’s probably so fucked up, but watching him tear up makes Patrick’s cock twitch, even more eager to come again.

Art pushes himself inside and god, Patrick feels his body light up. Energy nearly as overwhelming as the night they kissed with Tashi. He couldn’t really compare anything to what it feels like to fuck Tashi before now.  Art sniffling and teary eyed and fucking into his prostate. Slamming into it. Feels just as fucking good. 

“You’re fucking mine, he doesn’t get to have you ever again, fuck you your mine,” Art is flushed so pretty, the way he looked in the heated pool. “Mine,” Art keeps muttering as he thrusts his hips over and over and over again. Patrick is seeing stars, nearly blacking out for every punctuation of the word. 

“Fuck yes,” Patrick groans loudly as he’s getting close. “I’m all fucking yours baby. Fuck it all out of me. Make me yours forever.”

“Fuck Patrick I’m gonna—“ 

“Mm shit… come on… you can do more. Keep fucking me with that perfect dick, pretty boy. Fucking fill me up.”

”Patrick…” Art whines. “Oh Patrick…Patrick… oh fuck… I’m sorry….fuck nnngh…” 

Heated liquid is filling Patrick up, making him even more of a mess as Art collapses into his arms. “Oh fuck,” Art starts properly crying. “I couldn’t even fucking…” he groans as he slips out. 

God, Patrick wishes he wasn’t so fucking hard right now. All he can think about is Art’s soft red cheeks, wet eyes and clumped lashes, wet face, wet mouth. Wet all over and Patrick almost feels guilty for how badly he wants him to cry more. 

“It’s okay… shh… ‘t’s okay. I’m gonna get you hard again,” Patrick whispers. 

“Really?” art sniffles. 

“Mmhm, come on… it’s gonna be fucking easy.” Patrick says lightly. He kisses Art’s wet cheek, tasting salty tears on his lips. and Art turns into it… taking Patrick’s mouth again, between sniffles. It’s easy really. Art is so easy— when Patrick can get him to be honest with himself. Fucking dream come true. 

[hopelesswrites]

Music Boyfriend part 1

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Part 1 / 2 / 3

Summary: Eddie is an anonymous frontman of Corroded Coffin and meets his long-time pen-crush while on the run from the law.

Notes: This is HEAVILY inspired by movie Dinner in America, I was obsessed with the dynamic and felt it fit Eddie and Reader so well. general plot similarities but not a complete retelling of the movie.

Eddies POV

Sweat dripped down the nape of Eddie Munsons neck, chest raising and falling at a rapid rate, his hooded reflection an image of fierce rage as he attempted to calm down his heart and mind after the show. It was the biggest crowd they had played for. At least 100 sweaty bodies mashed together screaming his lyrics. Eddie was in a euphoric state the whole set, Corroded Coffin was finally making it in the scene, people were actually taking them seriously.

“Great show tonight dude” Gareth the bands drummer spoke as he walked past smacking his palm against the skin of Eddies exposed back.

“Owners talking about getting us back next weekend”

Eddies heartbeat was still pounding in his ears when he roughly ripped off the black ski mask from his head, damp curls sprawling out from their confinement.

Shouting could be heard from outside before the door to the small green room slammed open. “They’re looking for you man” Jeff ran in. Eddie could hear the police outside the door, their voices getting closer.

“Quick get out of here and lay low, whatever you did this time they’ll forget in a few days”

Eddie cursed before haphazardly putting his mask back on and shrugging his leather jacket on his shoulders before entering the cold night air.

The cops were looking for Eddie, and with the mask on he was no longer Eddie, he was Vandal, Van for short, but he made a run for it just to be safe.

Eddie knew back at the bar his band will be getting interrogated right now. But their story was always the same “we don’t know no Eddie; the lead singers name is Van”

He liked to keep his real identity a secret on stage. It was easier due to all the trouble he gets up to during the day and he just preferred the anonymity of it, he could be anyone once that hood came on.

Down the street now Eddie slowed to a brisk walk, pulling out his pack of cigarettes and lighting one, taking a long drag once he finally got a breath. He smiled at the irony of that, thinking of ways he could incorporate that into a lyric, connect it back to the bands rebellious non conformity message.

After a few more minutes of walking Eddie made it to the nearest service station, pulling his hood off and stuffing it in his jacket pocket before entering. He beelined straight to the confectionary section ripping off a chocolate bar and stomping down the aisle for a packet of chips. At the counter he watched the bored clerk perk up at the sight of him, adjusting her shirt to show off more cleavage.

“What can I do for you” she asked in the most flirtatious voice she could

“Uh, cheapest bottle of bourbon please” Eddie answered giving the girl a wink before she turned around to grab the bottle.

“What time do you get off?” Eddie leaned his elbows on the counter so his eyes were in line with her chest, noticing the way she pushed her chest out more and stood with her hand on her hip.

“I’m here all night, but it’s pretty dead, I can lock the door” She replied seductively. Eddie considered his options. Try to go home to his uncle who likely already received a visit from the cops, or hole up here with a pretty lady until the authorities cool off for the night.

The answer was obvious.

-

Eddie was rudely awoken by the zip of his leather jacket hitting him in his eye socket. Groaning he stretched in the plastic chair he had curled up on, flinching when he pinched a nerve in his back. Uncle Waynes couch would have been a better option.

“You have to leave now my supervisors going to be here” A voice spoke above him.

Eddie squinted open one eye to see a dishevelled version of the girl he met last night. On the floor to his right was an empty bottle of that bourbon and a plastic cup with the remnants of his last few cigarettes.

“Get me another packet of Marlboros would ya” Eddie resumed his stretch, rubbing the eye that he could already feel a small bruise forming around.

He heard movement and a small box hit him in the chest.

“Out! Now!”

Eddie scrambled to his feet shrugging on his jacket realising he still had no shirt underneath.

“Can I pinch a shirt?” Eddie asked the girl frantically cleaning up the back room they spent the night in.

“They’re next to the drink fridge, hurry” she answered, uninterested in Eddies company by now.

Eddie walked out the back entrance of the service station clad in a shirt saying, “Warning, Choking Hazard” with an arrow pointed downward, he chuckled to himself, pleased with his selection before lighting up another cigarette and making his way in town. He was starving and could use a greasy cheeseburger to soak up some of the alcohol still swirling through his system.

If he was lucky, the police had forgotten about Mr Wheelers stolen car and Mrs Norris’s once perfectly manicured lawn (he didn’t see the pot hole, he was trying not to pop Mr Wheelers tyre obviously).

Down the main strip of Hawkins Eddie kept his head down trying not to draw any attention. He was on 80% of these peoples hit list, been done dirty by Eddie one way or another. This was why he was so eager to blow up with the band and get the hell out of this shit hole. He approached the record store, interested in this week’s new releases. Him and the band had been trying to get Corroded Coffins album in store for months. Keith the asshole kept saying they weren’t selling amateur garage band shit, so Eddie deeply despised the place.

Like a magnet Eddie found his way to the metal section, browsing the albums he already knew and loved when one cover up the back caught his eye. It was Corroded Coffin, he had hand drawn that cover himself, he recognised the charcoal smudge scanned onto the left edge of every album they printed. It cost him a fortune, only two existed in vinyl format and 50 cassettes, all the copies they hand out at shows now are hand scratched mixtape style covers. This was one of those 50 official cassettes.

“Its limited edition, hence, the markup” A soft voice spoke from behind Eddie. He turned his head and scowled at the girl stood behind him. She was twiddling with a sticker that read ‘SALE’ a crooked name badge on a too big shirt with ‘Hawkins Records’ printed on the opposite side.

“Yeah, I know its limited edition, its one of 50” Eddie spat back protectively. Who was this girl telling him about his own band?

“Its one of my own copies. I bought two because I’m such a fan and wanted a backup but Keiths been pushing back their request to sell in the store, so I sacrificed my spare to put out, they deserve to be in stores, have you heard of them?” The girl rambled, seemingly forgetting her own surroundings once she had started talking.

“Of course, I’ve heard of them” Eddie grumbled putting the album back. “Better question is how have you heard of them”

Eddie turned fully now to look at the girl. She was nothing like the people who come to his shows, she radiated too much of a cautious, anxious energy. She looked uncomfortable in her own skin and ashamed of her own actions, but Eddie was no psychoanalyst, he couldn’t make those kinds of conclusions. She looked up at him but a little to the left, never making eye contact and she had a twitch in her leg that looked a little like Gareth tapping a kick drum.

“My friend Jack showed me their album, he works here Monday to Thursday, he’s really into metal”

Eddie looked her up and down as he tried to work this girl out, she was fucking weird, and that was saying something coming from him, the towns resident freak.

“Did you know the bands lead vocalist Vandal wears a mask?” Her leg began to twitch more as she continued to talk about Eddie, to Eddie.

“He stays anonymous when he performs, I find it so hot no one knows who he really is” Her twitching turned into a small bounce and Eddie stepped back away from her.

“Oi! Nutcase, stop harassing the customers, get back to work!” Keith yelled from the front of the store, shutting down this girl’s excitement. This didn’t sit well with Eddie at all.

“Does he always talk to you like that?”

The girl looked down at her shoes nervously. “Yeah, he does”

Eddie grunted, “He’s an asshole, you know that?” The girl only nodded back.

Her submission to the asshole up the front only enraged Eddie more. “Hey! Keith!” He shouted across the store, stomping up to the counter.

“Find someone else to pick on” He growled before planting one hard punch to Keith’s face, definitely breaking his nose. Other customers in the store looked up, curious about the commotion.

“And treat your staff better”

Keith groaned in pain, “She’s fucking useless man, what the fuck”

Something in Eddie felt protective over this girl, and he wasn’t sure why. She was a fan obviously and a part of him felt indebted to her for her devotion to his art, whether she knew it or not.

“Come on” Eddie grunted, pulling the strange girl by her arm and out of the store. He knew it wouldn’t be too long before Keith calls the police and they’re hot on his trail again.

“Where are we going?” She asked still being dragged by Eddie.

“To your place”

Surprisingly it didn’t take any convincing at all for this girl to lead Eddie in the direction of her house, taking backstreets to avoid attention. Eddie added this to her list of traits that made her a freak, who the hell takes a guy like Eddie home after that?

“Hey, stop” Eddie interrupts once they were far enough away, he thought they’d be safe from authorities. “Fuck this shit” he said ripping off the name badge from her uniform. “You don’t need that shithole” The girl looked at Eddie now, analysing him.

“Am I fired?”

The question baffled him, how does he answer that. Did he just get her fired?

“Like I said, you don’t need that shithole” He punctuated, motioning for her to continue walking, he was still fucking starving.

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She led him up to a plain white house, perfect coverup assuming Keith doesn’t talk. Inside, it was as plain at the exterior, perfect picture of boring suburbia. Eddie couldn’t help comparing it to somewhere they’d send him to torture him.

“My Dads on a trip and my Moms at work, no one will find you here” The girl said, practically reading Eddies mind.

She walked him through and into the kitchen offering him a glass of water, which Eddie rejected as he pushed her out of the way to scan her fridge.

“Where’s the beer?”

The strange girl shrugged, “Dad doesn’t like beer”

“Is there any booze in this house?” He asked, already getting irritated.

“Well, dads got a special bottle of whiskey he saves for Christmas each year in his study, he says its vintage”

“Perfect” Eddie answered, “Go get it”

He continued to rummage through the fridge, pulling out bread, turkey meat and cranberry jelly. The girl stayed put, not answering Eddie. “Is there a problem?”

“Its Dads special Whiskey, he only drinks it on Christmas”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Whatever”

Once his sandwich was made Eddie began to look around the house, looking for anything valuable he could snatch on his way out tomorrow. “What’s your deal then?” Eddie called from a gallery wall near the front entrance, viewing a series of boring family photos, this family didn’t even go on vacation, every photo looked like a Macys photoshoot.

“What do you mean?” She asked sneaking up next to Eddie, causing him to jump and hold his chest.

“Fucking creepy, don’t do that” He hissed before composing himself, “I mean, what do you do besides work at the record store, did you go to college? Actually, how old are you?”

“I’m 20, I did one year at college, but mom thought I’d be better working and getting some life experience and going back later when I gained a bit more confidence”

Eddie noted the way she spoke to the wall rather than to Eddie, so he turned to face her directly, encouraging her to do the same.

“You think you’re getting life experience getting yelled at by Keith?”

“Not really”

Eddie crossed his arms, “what do you want to be doing then?”

The girl took a moment to consider her next words, biting her lip in thought. “Follow me” She led him up a flight of stairs and into a bedroom with the most contradicting aesthetic Eddie had ever seen. Her bed was cutely decorated with girly blankets, a pile of stuffed animals in the corner. Cascading over the bed was a frilly canopy covered in fairly lights. To the opposite wall was a white traditional vanity with a pretty jewellery box decorated with glittery stickers, and various lip glosses and juvenile makeup products. The walls however were covered in aggressive Metal band posters. Eddie spotted a concert advertisement poster they had put up around town for one of Corroded Coffins gigs. She had a stack of cassettes beside her bed that Eddie imagined didn’t contain a single Madonna album.

“I want to start a band” She spoke quickly, rummaging through a cardboard box of letters, papers and various craft equipment.

“I don’t have anyone to join the band, but I’ve been writing songs” She pulls out one envelope generously decorated in stickers. “I sometimes send the love songs to Vandal from Corroded Coffin” she explains turning around to show Eddie the letter she had, addressed to his uncles PO box.

Eddies stomach dropped, face void of any blood as he stared at the familiar envelope connecting the dots between this girl and the girl he’d been fantasizing about for over a year now.

This was fucking bad.

[ink-stainedkiss]

Graying Skies - Megumi Fushiguro

Synopsis: A ceaseless thunderstorm broods over Jujutsu Tech and it makes you begin to loose sleep. Thankfully a just as restless Megumi is here to provide company.

Since it was raining today, I decided to incorporate it into my work. I am so happy to finally create a work about my favorite grumpy boy🫶. Feel free to request more Oneshots like this if you enjoyed it!

Warnings: Slightly suggestive, but it’s just making out

Word Count: 1.2k

Thunder clapped violently above head, shaking the entire building, and making the raging thunderstorm outside worse. Bolts of lightning came crashing down, their natural light flashing through the crack of your curtain. It had been raining all day, so you had to go to classes with the continuous pattering of droplets hitting the roof to complete it. The atmosphere made everyone at Jujutsu Tech tired. Gojo Sensei even turned on a movie because he was too sleepy to teach, which was understandable. You couldn’t train because the workspaces were slick and Principal Yaga was weary his students would catch a cold if they were outside for too long.

Classes had ended and everyone was in their assigned dorms. Some people like Yuji and Nobara had already passed out, unfazed by the weather, but you found yourself on the opposite side of the scale. You sat on your bed, knees tucked into your chest as your eyes stared at the darkened sky. Usually, you were fine about going to sleep in the rain, but something was nagging you tonight. You decided to wait it out since tomorrow would be the weekend and you could sleep in forever how long you wanted. A few candles scattered in your dorm created a soft glow and even with the occasional cracks of light and booming thunder, it was calming.

Your eyes felt heavy and you wondered if you should try to go to bed, but just as that thought appeared, there was a soft knock at your door. You turned, brow raised. Who would be knocking at this time? “Come in.” The person on the other side of the door pushed it slowly open and when they came into view, you were a bit stunned,” Megumi?” He stood in your doorway, looking away from your curious gaze, almost like he was embarrassed. He was in his sleep clothes, a black long-sleeve and simple grey sweatpants.

“Sorry if I woke you,” he mumbled. You giggled softly, motioning to the lit candles,” You’re alright, I’ve been up for a while.” He nodded,” You couldn’t sleep?” You shook your head to his question,” No and it looks like you can’t either.” He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly,” Yeah, I was trying to find someone else who I could stay up with…” The fact that Megumi had gone to your door first without question was something he was going to keep to himself.

You watched in amusement as he shifted on the balls of his feet, clearly struggling to sound his thoughts. You scooted to the wall side of your bed,” Well, I am in the mood for some company.” Even in the darkly lit room, you could see him exhale out of relief and he walked over. When he was sitting next to you, you noticed his tense position and tried to make it less unpleasant.

“Do you like the rain?” Your question was barely audible and if the boy wasn’t right next to you, Megumi probably would have never heard it. He thought for a second, noting how you weren’t looking for an answer right away,” Not that much,” facing him, there was no unintelligible expression on your face. Nothing that agreed or disagreed with his claim, but you were clearly telling him to continue.

Megumi shifted on your mattress, sinking further into the cushions,” It mostly annoys me. It makes everything soggy and it can drench you if you were ever caught in it.” He smiled a bit as he kept saying,” When I was a kid, I would ask my dad to stop the rain since I wanted to play outside.” Though a tiny grin was on his face, you could feel the bittersweetness of the memory.

Instinctively, you scooted closer, your shoulders touching, and continued to listen to the boy,” But I don’t despise it. I think the older I got the more I learned how relaxing it can be.” Your eyes caught onto the window again as it lit up in a blue-grayish color,” I think I like it more than some people.” Though you didn’t know, Megumi turned to you, his eyes scanning your calm face as you watched the rain pour down.

“Most call it gloomily and I can understand why they don’t like it, but rain can bring people together.” In the moment it was as if a bubble was formed around the two of you and anything outside of it didn’t matter,” If someone forgets their umbrella, one of their friends, or a stranger offers to share theirs. Kids enjoy it because of the large puddles, but even some adults can’t resist the urge to jump into the water.” Megumi wasn’t sure what was in the air, but you sounded so beautiful even if you were just talking about rain.

A warm smile spread onto your lips as you recalled classic movies,” And I would kill to share a kiss in the rain. There’s something so intimate about not caring if your clothes or hair are ruined and only focusing on the love of their life.” There was a beat of silence and you let out a tiny giggle,” Sorry, I think I’ve been watching too many romance-“

You were cut off by warm lips pressing into yours. Coincidentally, a strike of lightning came down once you realized what was happening. Megumi was kissing you. Megumi Fushiguro was kissing you. You instantly brought your hands to his face, pulling him closer. Your lips moved in synchronization as if you’ve done this a thousand times before. Little pants pushed past your lips as you backed away for only a second for air, then moved right back to each other. You tangled your hand into his raven hair and he easily lifted you to sit on his lap.

Your room was filled with breathless gasps and muffled grunts as you moved as one. The tension grew as Megumi moved to your neck, craving your skin against his lips. Allowing him more access, you craned your neck back and let out a faint moan as he suckled on your skin.

Sadly, a rather loud and disruptive Thunder echoed across the campus, making both you and Megumi jolt in surprise. You made eye contact with the boy and then began to giggle. Megumi thought I was the prettiest noise he’d ever heard and couldn’t help but chuckle. When your laughs died down, you stared down at Megumi, noting how the orange glow in your room decorated his face beautifully. He was so gorgeous like this. Messy hair, flushed cheeks, and bruised lips. So caught up in his appearance, you leaned in, planting another sweet kiss on his lips.

Pulling away, you rested your head against his own, continuing to play with the back of his hair. A thought crossed Megumi’s mind that had him smirking. His eyes examined your face,” Ya know, I don’t think I mind the rain anymore.” A hearty giggle left your lips and you nodded in glee,” Yeah? You’re not wishing it would go away?” He shook his head, sultry eyes landing on your plump lips once again.

You leaned in, interlocking your mouth with his once again. Unexpectedly, he flipped you over, making a squeal leave your lips. The shock was quick to pass as you felt Megumi wrap his arms around your body. You rested on your side and the boy held you close, his face nuzzled into your neck. You smiled at his clinginess, which he would never show in public, and placed a peck on his cheek,” Goodnight Megs.” He gave a muffled response that was filled with sleep.

Megumi had come to your room to hopefully wind up cuddling with you, but he ended up with something ten times better.

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

A Winter Getaway (and Proposal) With You ❄️💍 (Nanami x Black!F!Reader 18+ One Shot)

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Pairing: BF!Nanami Kento x Black!GF!Reader (Dating to Married Couple)

Synopsis: Nanami sweeps you away to his winter cabin for the cold season as he works up the nerve to propose to you.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+; Established Relationship; Dating to Engaged; Proposal; Fluffy, Sweet Vanilla Sex; Disfigured!Nanami; Scar Appreciation; Oral (Giving & Receiving); Multiple Positions; Multiple Reader Orgasms; 69ing; Slow to Feral F*cking; Sex By The Fireplace; Reverse Cowgirl; Cum Play; Mild Foot Fetish; Choking; Massaging; Creampie; Breeding; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: Something sweet for the holiday season AND for my sweetie Nanami. I love & miss him sm. Enjoy! -Jazz 🩷🩷

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“So did you ask her yet?” Haibara asks for probably the thousandth time this week.

Nanami huffs from his spot crouched on the floor, peering into the cold, unlit fireplace. “For the last time, no,” he snaps. “I didn’t…yet. I’m still figuring out how to and we just got here this morning.”

He stands and reaches for the box of matches up on the mantle, preparing to light the hodgepodge of newspaper and logs he gathered earlier.

“Well, what’s the hold up, Kenny?!” Haibara exclaims. “You could’ve asked her last night! Don’t you love with her?” Nanami rolls his eyes, knowing how dramatic his friend can be. “You know I do,” he growls. Why the hell else would he have rented an AirBNB out in the woods and taken you away on a winter getaway?

You and Nanami have been dating for five years now and only started living together a year ago. Two of the best decisions of his life were asking you to be his girlfriend and then asking you to live with him. You are truly one of a kind. A beauty. A gem. An intelligent, gorgeous, kind, loving woman he would love to spend the rest of his life with.

Nanami knows he hit the jackpot with you. With his disfigurement from the Shibuya Incident that resulted in the left side of his face and body being completely scarred, he would have figured no one would love him the way he truly wanted to be.

But then you came along and changed his entire outlook on that. Not only are you so sweet and understanding, you are probably the most beautiful woman he has ever met. You can wear your hair in any fashion and still look damn amazing. He loves the way your brown skin glows in the sunlight. How soft and plump your lips are. The thickness of your thighs and behind that he always takes a peek at when you walk by.

You listen to him when he has stuff on his mind. You always fix him coffee in the morning before work. You laugh at his dry jokes and tolerate his book nerdiness. You are everything to him. He can hardly imagine living a life without you in it and it makes him sick to his stomach to even fathom it.

Which is what brought him here today to this lovely cabin up in the snowy mountains and pushed him to buy that engagement ring. He figured a weekend in a cozy cabin away from the city life would be the perfect time to propose to you. You were more than happy to come along with him, having been drained from work and holiday shopping. And when you found out that a free spa and a ski lodge were just down the road, you were absolutely ecstatic.

“I intend this to be special,” Nanami tells his longtime friend despite the sour taste in his mouth at the mere thought of marriage. “Now quit bothering me. I’m busy making a fire.” He holds his cell phone in the crook of his neck and shoulder while he lights a match and tosses it into the fireplace. Flames eat at the newspaper immediately.

This is really just a ploy to distract himself. The truth is that Nanami is terrified of asking you to marry him. Though you live together and have been dating for nearly a decade, you never discussed marriage outright or upfront to each other, which probably would’ve been a better, logical, and more practical idea.

But you had told him once before that you’ve always wanted to be married and have a family. He never forgot about that or the dreamy, hopeful look in your brown eyes.

“But it may never happen,” you laughed, but it sounded so sad. “People don’t want to build things anymore.”

He did. He wanted to build something with you so badly. He wants so much to build on the life you have created together and make your little home into one for three or four. He wants nothing more than to see a little you or him running around with the pet dog or cat, giggling and stumbling about on chubby legs.

That fantasy almost makes him want to wake you up and propose to you right now if it wasn’t for the stone in the pit of his stomach. He is so scared you’ll say no, regret him and leave him. He knows that it’s illogical. He knows that it’s insane. But dammit, if his mind isn’t racing! He just doesn’t know what he’ll do if you say no.

“Where’s the missus at?” Haibara asks. It allows Nanami to not think of marriage or impending doom for a while. “Taking a nap. I just got back from a run, so I’m building a fire for us when she wakes up.”

You, his poor little baby, were wiped out after you left your apartment to hit the road for the AirBNB. It was about a three-hour drive up here and you slept as soon as you got in the house, barely even touring the place. He let you sleep and instead unpacked, ordered groceries from UberEats, and took a run through the snowy hiking trails, letting the cold air fill his lungs and clear his head.

Haibara coos, making Nanami grit his teeth. “Well, aren’t you adorable? Buildin’ her a fire, takin’ her away for a winter getaway.”

“He’s whipped!” Gojo calls from the background. “Did he do it yet?!” Unfortunately, he too is one of Nanami’s oldest friends and work partners in the chaotic world of curse hunting. “Tell him to shut up,” he huffs. “This is why I won’t be telling him at all when it happens. Besides, I’ve got about three days to do it.” Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Plenty of time to overthink and possibly not even do it and then regret his choices later.

“And those three days will go by fast, so do it as soon as you can!” Haibara lectures. “You’ll keep rethinking it if you avoid it, Kenny.”

“Yeah, then you’ll give her the wrong idea and you’ll be fighting on the way home from your winter weekend love affair,” Gojo adds. Habibara sighs while Nanami resists the urge to hang up. “He’s being dramatic. Just remember what you’re doing this for and why you want to propose.”

Yes, he knows why. It’s because you’re the love of his fucking life and he would be a fool to give you up. To be your husband would be a privilege and an honor. Maybe that would work as his proposal to you. “I just….” He sighs to himself, placing the match box up the mantel and crouching on the floor. He stares into the orange flames of the fireplace, hoping they will give him an answer to his dilemma. “I don’t know how to do this.”

He has never felt so deeply for someone before. He has never even had a romantic partner for this long before. And if you say no, who else would he find? Would he truly be able to move on without you?

“There’s no right way to propose, Nanami,” Habibara soothingly says. “Well, there is, but we know you’ll make it as romantic as possible for her. You’re doing it because you love her, right?”

A thousand times yes! “Yes,” he sighs.

“And you wanna be with her, right?” Gojo adds. Nanami’s heart tightens at the thought of you. Beautiful, amazing you. “More than anything,” he answers, his voice tight with emotion.

“Then it’ll come naturally!” Gojo chirps. “You’ll know the right time when it comes, just like when you realized you loved her.”

He is right. When Nanami realized he was in love with you, it was as simple as breathing. It was a slow burn, surely, but when it happened, Nanami fell hard and fell deep.

And to hear that you were in love with him too made him all the more sure that you were his person. But there is still one burning thought in his mind that curses him and has been since the moment he realized he wanted to marry you. “But what if she says no?” he asks, his voice hushed and low. He can’t even say it clearly aloud.

“She wooon’t!” Gojo groans. “Stop thinking so negative, Nanami! Think positive! Who else is gonna treat her like you do?”

‘A lot,’ Nanami wryly thinks. A girl as beautiful, smart, and freaky as you? Any man would be tossing themselves at you. When you go home, Nanami is always catching the wandering eyes of strangers staring at your face, chest, or ass. While it is annoying, he does get a small pang of victory for bagging such a sexy woman, especially with his scars.

“She’ll say yes because she loves you too,” Haibara says, the voice of reason. “After five years together and a year of living together, of course, she will! And if not, then it’s her fucking loss. You deserve so much more, Ken.”

He knows what his friends are right. He knows that you couldn’t possibly refuse after spending five years with him. Yet his mind is still racing and his confidence is waning. “But—“

He freezes, suddenly hearing your footsteps creak overhead. “That’s her,” he hisses. “Don’t call me back.” He quickly hangs up and slips his phone into the pocket of his sweatpants just as you venture down the steps.

You yawn, looking so cute in your baggy sweats, hoodie, and satin bonnet protectively holding your braids. He smiles, opening his arms to you. “Good morning.” A smile pulls at your lips as you walk into them, slumping against his taller, bigger form. “Good morning,” you giggle. “At 3 PM.”

He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “We had quite the morning, and you didn’t get much sleep in the car.”

“Mmm, that’s fine,” you sleepily hum. “That bed upstairs is straight out of a dream.” He grins proudly, happy to hear you love the master bedroom. He specifically picked this place out for its fireplace, private hot tub on the deck out back, and cozy atmosphere.

“I’m glad you approve.” You giggle, squeezing him against your smaller body. “Oooo, you made a fire?” You peer into the fire, your eyes glistening.

Nanami nods, watching you admire the fire. “The house was freezing when I came back from my run, so I took advantage. It’s supposed to be a snowy night, so I figured I’d cook tonight.”

The way you look up at him makes him want to pull that ring out of his suitcase. You stare up at him as if he is the best thing since sliced bread. “Of course,” you softly reply. “I love your cooking, Ken. Plus, a night in with you doesn’t sound too bad.”

You snuggle closer to him, not so subtly pressing your tits against his chest. He notices and instantly, the blood starts rushing to his cock. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t looking forward to three days of sex with you that won’t be interrupted by work calls or responsibilities. “And why is that?” he asks, his voice dipping an octave as he places with the drawstring of your sweats.

You peer up at him again, a smile playing on your lips that is both sexy and adorable. “Well, who else am I gonna force to watch Christmas movies with me?” He tsks, making you giggle hysterically. Of course, you’d want to do that on your winter getaway trip. “Fine. Just not those damn stick figures.” You scoff and smack him on the chest. “Hey! Those are my childhood faves!”

That’s another thing he loves about you: your feistiness. It turns him on every single time. You place your hand on his chest and play with the zipper on his active sweatshirt, breathing in his scent of sweat, sulfur, and pine from outside. “Thank you for this, Nanami. I needed this soooo bad, you have no idea.”

He smiles, jubilant and proud for doing this for you. “We both did,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the crowd of your head.

You tilt your head up, giving him the perfect view of your shapely, soft lips. Suddenly, his are on yours and you stand on your toes to deepen the kiss, turning it from something sweet and innocent into something of passion and need. Need that has been boiling inside of him for days now. Need that makes him jack off at work to the thought of you and that ass that his hands glide over right now while you indulge in his chest.

He suddenly feels your hand slide against the waistband of his pants and gently pulls away. As much as he would love to fuck you out of your mind in front of the fireplace, there will be time for that later. All good things come to those who wait. “I-I should get started on dinner,” he stammers, his cheeks hot with embarrassment and arousal. “Does steak sound good to you?”

You smile, your eyes glittering at the idea of a steak dinner. “That sounds perfect. I’ll take a shower and be back down soon.” He nods and you kiss once more before you break for the moment to do your own thing. But as you go to the staircase, you stop, one hand on the banister. “Nanami?” you call. He turns around to look at you, finding you smiling so lovingly at him. “I love you.”

Those three little words fill him with more life than air could give him. He can’t stop himself from smiling or his stomach from fluttering. “I love you too, baby.” You smile, overjoyed with his reply, and then venture upstairs to take your hot shower.

Yes. Tonight is the night for him. It has to be.

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Two hours later, dinner is done and the night has fallen, cold and white outside.

Nanami stands in the kitchen at the sink, his hands deep in some sudsy, soapy water washing the dishes and wine glasses from dinner. Next to him, the half-empty bottle of red wine that he saved for tonight’s meal sits next to him…along with the ring box.

He is planning on telling you after dinner, but “after dinner” has arrived and he still hasn’t. He washes dishes as a distraction, hoping that maybe he can think of a good way to ask you, but nothing comes.

More than anything, he is afraid of turning such a chill, perfect snowy night into one of awkwardness and tension. A marriage proposal can either make or break a relationship. He would hate to have anything ruin his chances of being with you forever.

Suddenly, he feels two arms wrap around his waist from behind and smiles as your vanilla and cinnamon-scented body wash and caramel body spray hits his nose, tantalizing his senses. “Whatcha doin’?” you whisper. He can tell you’re tipsy from the wine.

“Washing these dishes so we won’t have to do ‘em tomorrow.” He carefully places a wet wine glass on the drying rack before moving on to a dish streaked with residue from the steak and salad he whipped up.

You stop him, your smaller, daintier hands caressing his wrists. “Just put ‘em in the dish washer,” you murmur, your lips at his ear.“Come be with me by the fire. I miss you there.”

Nanami shivers at your presence and your wicked ways. How do you seduce him so easily? He listens, slides your ring into his pocket, and loads the dish washer up with dirty dishes before he follows you into the living room. You have set the cozy space up with blankets and pillows in front of the blazing fire along with two mugs of hot chocolate and a Christmas movie playing on the TV.

He rolls his eyes at the 70s stick figure Christmas movie on the screen. “You little sneak,” he huffs, swatting you on the ass. “You just seduced me in here to watch these damn movies.”

You cutely pout at him, looking oh-so adorable in your oversized sweater and knee high socks. You look like you want to be tossed down, turned out, and fucked by him. “But this one is goooood! I promise, you’ll love it!”

Despite the corniness, Nanami sighs and gives in. “Fine, but if they start singing, I’m turning it off.” You squeal excitedly and pull him down to sit next to you on the blankets with your mugs as the cold wind blows outside, whistling through the pine trees.

You and Nanami find a good position to cuddle, him acting as the big spoon while you’re the little spoon, your legs entangled. He places one arm on your waist while the other props his chin up, allowing him to rest his neck. It is a perfect position, allowing him to admire your figure and inhale the scent of your fruity shampoo.

Halfway through the movie that he’s barely paying any attention to, you turn around to face him, wrapping your arms around his waist. You nuzzle your cheek into his chest, making his cock twitch. “You’re so warm,” you sigh. “And you smell so good…and you’re so tense.”

He chuckles, noticing that you’re gliding your fingers along his back muscles. “Comes with the territory.” He was planning to take a dip in the hot tub later tonight to ease his sore muscles, but you seem to have other ideas.

“Oh, you poor baby!” you gasp, popping up from the floor like a Jack N The Box. “Lemme go get the massage oil! I brought some for the spa.” You give him a wink before you go running off upstairs to fetch the oil, allowing Nanami to try to pat down his hard-on as much as possible.

When you routine, you have a bottle of mango and coconut-scented oil in your hand and a rather mischevious smile on your pretty face. You kneel before him, already rubbing the oil in your hands. “Now strip,” you giggle. “Just the shirt.”

Nanami raises an eyebrow at you. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re just trying to get me outta my clothes.” You gape at him, mockingly offended. “Whaaaat?! Noooo, we’d miss the movie! I just wanna relax those sore muscles like a good partner should.”

You’re a terrible liar, but he plays along anyway, loving your little games. He strips off his sweater, revealing his toned body, blonde tufts of chest hair, and burn scars to you. You lovingly stroke them much to his liking, enjoying your tender touch. You don’t shy away from them and that makes him love you even harder.

You move behind him and begin to massage his shoulders and neck, your fingers kneading his tired muscles. His eyes flutter at your touch, his cock growing harder at your hands and the fruity scent of the oil. It’s like an aphrodisiac to him. “Mmmm….”

“Good?” you whisper, your lips toying at his ear. “Mmm-hmm.” He can’t even form words. Your fingers feel so good on his bare skin as you massage the oil into his muscles.

But very suddenly, the massage takes another turn when you begin to massage and squeeze his pectorals as you nuzzle your face into his shoulder. Nanami blushes red at your ministrations, confused and aroused. “Uh….baby? What are you doing?”

“Cuddling you,” you simply reply, still doing what you’re doing. Your hands indulge in his upper torso, feeling him up in a way that makes Nanami feel like a personal body pillow for you.

“This doesn’t seem like cuddling.” You him in response, beginning to kiss along his neck. He swallows hard, his cock swelling at the feeling of your soft lips. “I-I thought you wanted to watch the movie,” he stammers.

“I did until I realized that I need to be showing my sexy and amazing boyfriend more attention.” You turn his face to meet yours and your gleaming, hooded eyes. “I wanna watch you instead, Kento. I want you right here, right now.”

The lust in your eyes makes your pupils dilate like a cat’s, filling Nanami with a fire that only you can put out. He leans in first, unable to avoid this feeling anymore, and presses his lips to yours. You moan as he cups your face, deepening the kiss until you’re on top of him.

The movie is now forgotten, all dialogue and singing mere background noise as you and Nanami indulge in each other. You moan through the slow, sexy kiss as he nibbles on your bottom lip the way you like while you straddle him. Chest to chest. Heart to heart.

At the taste of you and the feeling of your soft lips and wet tongue, Nanami’s cock grows in his pants, chubbing against the fabric. You must know this because you slink down to his waist and begin palming at his bulge. He sits up, watching you. “You’re very persistent tonight,” he chuckles.

You pout those pretty lips at him, your eyes soft and lustful. “I can’t help it. You’re just so hot, Nanami.” You slowly work his pants and briefs down, your face lighting up at the sight of his hard, throbbing cock.

No matter how many times you’ve seen it, you always look at it like it’s the first time. And no matter how many times you suck it, you still make Nanami feel like he did the first time you did so.

He watches you, hungered as you wrap your oil-slick hand around him and begin to pump his shaft as you wrap your lips around him. “Ah,” he sighs, your velvety mouth and wet tongue like silk against his hard dick.

You turn into a dick fiend while you blow your boyfriend, your mouth moving up and down along his cock. You stare at him as you do it, the fire blazing behind you. You look damn near ethereal as you take his cock deep into your throat, pumping him with your sloppy, tight, silky throat.

Nanami can hardly stand the sight, unable to fully grasp the fact that such a sexy little thing is his as his cock disappears into your mouth. “Fuck, baby,” he groans. “You’re so good at this shit. Such a good girl for me, right?”

You bring out such a feral, nasty part of him. A part of him that wants nothing more than to fuck you endlessly and make you cum over and over again until you’re a spent, twitching mess for him.

You pop his cock out of your mouth and hold it against your soft cheek, smiling. “Only you, Daddy,” you coo.

You go back to blowing him, using your throat to flex and gag around him, hollowing your cheeks to make your mouth tighter. Nanami’s deep moans drift into the air as he grips the blankets underneath him until his knuckles turn white.

You begin to moan in time with the squelching, wet sounds drifting from your throat, the vibrations traveling through his balls heavy with cum. He can feel himself losing control and quickly stops you before he blasts all over your face.

“Fuck, baby!” he moans. “Stop for a minute.” You do though confused, your saliva hanging off of your bottom lip, connecting to his cock head. “I wanna take care of you too. Get on top of me and face my cock.”

The urge to touch you and taste you is burning him up inside, threatening to engulf him. A naughty grin stretches across your face. You’re definitely not gonna refuse the opportunity to get your pussy ate. “Okaaay,” you giggle. “You gonna give me a massage or something too, Ken?”

Nanami smirks as you stand, turn, and proceed to sit on top of him, your perfect ass in his face. “Or something, yeah.” His big hands knead and spank your asscheeks for a bit, relishing the moan you make and the way your cheeks recoil against his palms.

He takes the bottle of oil and rubs some between his palms, heating it up and making his fingers slick. He then begins to massage your ass and back, taking extra care to rub his knuckles along your spine. He loves watching the way you melt into his touch, settling down on top of him. “Mmm,” you hum. “That feels so nice.”

He smiles, his cock twitching and throbbing at those simple words. He loves making you feel so good. “Yeah? How ‘bout this then?”

He begins to pay extra attention to your butt, massaging each cheek in a way that would make any man nut on the spot. He ogles at the way your asscheeks look slick and shiny with oil, imagining this massage oil dripping down your pretty asshole and the slit of your cunt. He is a total goon for you and he knows it.

Unable to stop himself, he spreads your ass apart and begins to tease the puckered hole of your asshole and your pussy, gliding a finger down to give you a soft, gentle graze of his touch. “Oh,” you moan. “Y-You’re teasing me, Ken. C’mon, don’t—“

He hushes you, giving your ass a nibble and making you whimper. “Patience, baby. I need to work this pussy up, don’t I?”

He continues to give you butterfly touches against your pussy until the horny gets the best of him and he begins slowly making out with your cunt. Fortunately for you, you have that effect on him. You manage to turn him into an absolute fiend, pussy-whipping him the more your honey drips down his throat.

“Oh, fuck!” you loudly moan. “Mmm, yes, Kento, fuck! Your mouth is so good!” Your hips and ass grind into his face, riding it like one would a surfboard.

Nanami hums in approval, giving you another spank that makes your pussy gush intensely in his mouth and makes your clit throb. His tongue alternates between teasing your hole and your clit, his lips cushioning one when he can’t get to the other. He can feel your wetness spilling over his chin and lips, making him feel sticky.

But he doesn’t mind. He wouldn’t have it any other way. In fact, he would gladly spend the rest of his days underneath you, serving you with his mouth, tongue, and hands.

Especially when your mouth feels so wrapped around his cock. Nanami moans into your cunt, sucking on your pussy lips before pulling away with a wet pop just the way you like. “Fuck, baby,” he groans. “I thought I was supposed to be pleasing you.”

You sit up and look back at him, your braids swinging over your shoulder as you give him a sexual, lust-filled look over your shoulder. “We’re pleasing each other. Tonight is about us, baby.”

Nanami can’t argue with that, especially when that throat of yours is talking to him so sweetly. It sucks his entire dick in and flexes around him, massaging each sweet spot along his cock. He gives you the pleasure you give him back, sloppily licking and lapping at your sweet pussy as you ride his face.

Suddenly, you peel yourself away from his cock but still stroke away, pumping him up and down, enchanted by the way his skin stretches along the veiny, erect pole. “I-I can’t take this anymore, Ken,” you moan, desperation in your tone. “I wanna ride you. Can I please?”

You could’ve asked Nanami if you could drain his bank account and he would’ve said yes. He would give anything to to feel this sweet, wet, wonderful pussy wrapped around his cock.

“You don’t have to ask me, sweetheart,” he pants, coming up for air from constantly eating you out without fail. “I wanna feel you too. Fucking give me this.” He glides a finger along your clit, making you shudder.

Without wasting any more time, you take hold of Nanami’s cock while he grasps your hips, letting you take as much time as you need to slide down onto him, rubbing your clit for you as you do. When you finally come down and his cock plunges into the soft, wet walls of your pussy, you both moan in unison as if you’re singing a chorus.

You feel incredible. You feel wonderful. You feel like what he would think heaven feels like. He can’t help but watch you as you ride his cock, drinking in the way you bounce on top of him like a good little fuck-bunny. ”Oh, my God!” you whine at the top of your lungs. “Oh, fuck, Kento! Y-Your dick is so good!”

He grins, that feral, possessive urge to fuck you dumb slinking into his bones and settling there. He can’t help but lose it when you get all slutty and needy like this. “Go ahead, baby,” he grunts, lifting his hips to fuck you back. “Take as much of me as you need. I’m yours.”

He grabs hold of your ass, squeezing it as you grind yourself on top of him like you’re trying hard to make you both cum. “And I’m yours,” you sweetly moan. “I’m yours, Daddy, I promise!”

With those sweet words hanging in the air and the feeling of your wet pussy gripping him, Nanami can’t stop the breathy moans and gasps that leave his lips as your ass grinds against his pelvis as you ride him in your baggy sweater and knee highs.

He sits up suddenly and tears your sweater down, forcing your tits to pop out and be exposed in the firelight. He begins to play with them as you continue to ride him, moaning louder as his fingers pinch and tweak your hard nipples. “Fuck, Nanami!” you gasp.

“Keep goin’,” he whispers, pressing his lips against your ear. “Keep ridin’ that dick for me, baby. Take all of that fuckin’ cock.”

You do as he says, tossing your ass back against him before grinding forward, stimulating your clit with your fingers. At this rate, with your body mist invading his nostrils and how wet you are, he will cum.

“H-Hey, Nanami?” you ask, but it comes out more as a breathless moan.

“Mmm-hmm?”he hums, still too involved with thinking about filling you up with his spunk. He wants to make you cum too. He wants to hear your loud moans echo throughout the cabin as you gush all over his big, fat cock.

“Look up,” you tell him just as your other hand fondles his balls. With a groan of pleasure, Nanami flicks his eyes up above and there, he sees it: a mistletoe hanging from the ceiling.

Your giggles give you away as a culprit. When did you put that up there? How did he miss that? “We’re supposed to be kissing, aren’t we?” he asks, a smile playing on his lips. “Well, I can’t do that while I’m back here. Let’s change that.”

You are more than happy to go along with the change. You shriek with laughter as he grips your hips and sits up with you against him. You always love it when he’s a little rough, proving to you time and time again how fast and strong he is. It turns you on and it turns him on too.

He then flips you onto your back and tosses your legs over his shoulders before sliding his cock back home inside of you. “Oh, fuck!” you moan before your voice is cut off by a gasp as he begins to piston himself into the wet, velvet depths of your pussy.

Nanami greedily drinks in the way you writhe and bounce against his cock, your tits jiggling over your sweater. “You’re so beautiful,” he pants, heavy pants leaving his lips. “So fuckin’ cute…so mine.”

Stepping into full gooner territory, he slowly rolls his hips against you and strokes your insides with slow, deep thrusts as he works your knee highs off of your feet. Once they are off, he takes one of your cute, candy red apple-painted toes and begins to suck on them.

Your facial expression of pure bliss and ecstasy is enough to nut over. “Daddy,” you whine, gripping his forearms. “Please! Please make me cum!”

Nanami would be glad too. He continues to drill your shit with all of the vigor of a man working overtime, more than dedicated to making you lose your mind over his cock. “I’m so happy you’re mine, baby,” he groans, staring deep into your eyes. “I wanna be with you forever. Wanna fuckin’ marry you.”

“W-What?” you stammer.

As soon as the words are out, they hang suspended in the air like cigarette smoke. Pungent and obvious. Nanami realizes the mistake he has made in the cloudy haze of pleasure and the heat of the moment. ‘Fuck!’ he thinks. That wasn’t at all how he wanted to propose.

You stare up at him with big, soft eyes full of wonder, your plump lips parted in awe. “Kento, is that true? You wanna marry me?” Your voice is soft and barely above a whisper as you ask him.

Nanami can feel his stomach flip. He is now caught and cannot escape this moment. “I’m sorry,”he sighs, slowing down his thrusts for more shallow, gentler ones. “I didn’t want to tell you like this, but—”

“You want us to get married?”you interrupt, your voice clearer now. Slowly, he nods, giving in to the truth. “I-I know we haven’t discussed marriage, but I know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I planned to propose to you some time on this trip, but please know that you don’t have to say yes right away or—“

“Yes,” you interrupt again. This time, Nanami nearly misses it. He blinks down at you and your overjoyed smile. “What’d you say?” he dumbly asks.

You reach up to cup his face in your hands, forcing him to stare deep into your eyes. “Yes!” you giggle. “Yes, yes, Nanami Kento, I’ll marry you! I want nothing more than to be your wife!”

Your answer washes over him like a wave of warmth. You said yes. You said yes. Nanami’s face hurts from smiling so much and he swoops down to kiss you deep, long, and passionately, bending your knees against your stomach.

“I’m gonna make you so happy, baby,” he murmurs. “I promise you.” You shake your head, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You’re doing real good on that already,” you sweetly whisper. “Now please…fuck your fiancé till she cums. And then fill me up too?”

You look up at him through your lashes, enchanting him and willing him to do all that you wish. “Whatever you want, my love,” he pants and spreads your thighs apart before pistoning his cock into you again and again, fucking you into the floor.

You hold onto him for dear life as he drives himself into you, gripping onto him tighter than a koala bear. Wet, squelching sounds collide with your joined moans of pleasure, only growing more intense as you both fall further into a sea of bliss together.

“I love you,” Nanami whispers against your lips. “I love you so, so much, Y/N.” You whimper into his mouth as your tongues swirl with each other, sloppy and messy. “I-I love you too!” you gasp. “So much!”

“Prove it,” Nanami growls, sitting up to look down at you and your body taking his cock. “Cum for me right now. Give it to me, baby. I know you can do it.”

You know it too. He watches as you frantically rub your gorgeous pussy as he plunges into it over and over again, watching himself disappear between your walls that stroke and pump him, willing him to fill you up. Your pretty mouth forms an O as your orgasm suddenly rocks you, making you shudder and shake as you cum all over his cock.

“Fill me up!” you whine, gripping Nanami’s shoulders. “Cum for me, please, Ken! Give me your baby!”

Nanami never needed to be more persuaded to do something. As his orgasm rises, he hugs you close to him and fucks his cock into you, using your pussy as a toy to chase his high. When it hits, he lets out a long, guttural, desperate groan as he fills you to the brim with his cum. You gasp and wrap your legs around him, locking him against you and taking drop after drop of his spunk.

He pumps you full of him, no doubt breeding you.

As his orgasm finally fades, you both embrace each other for a moment more, sweaty and exhausted from the activity. Slowly, Nanami presses his lips to yours in a soft, loving kiss as your fingers tangle in his blonde hair. “Forever,” he murmurs. “Always you.”

You smile against his mouth and place a kiss on his chin before he finally pulls his soft cock out of you and rolls off of you. His cum drips out of your pussy, coaxing him to lean down between your thighs and lick it up. You weakly moan as his tongue caresses your aching pussy, your body twitching from the overstimulation.

Once he finishes cleaning you up, Nanami lies down next to you on his side while you face him, the both of you fitting against one another like two perfect puzzle pieces. ”That was fantastic,” you sigh, nuzzling into his chest.

“It most definitely was,” he agrees, pressing a kiss to your hand. “But it’s not over yet.” He sits up and reaches for his pants, digging into his pocket.

There, he retrieves the ring box and watches your reaction. You gasp, your eyes alight and your mouth hanging agape from shock. He smiles excitedly, though nervous butterflies still flutter about in his stomach. “I’d be honored to be your husband, Y/N,” he softly says. “Would you give me the honor of being that for you?”

He opens the box to reveal a beautiful diamond ring with a silver band that he bought from Kay Jewelers. “Will you marry me?” he asks, blushing pink in the cheeks. “I know you already said yes, but that was when I was fucking you, so—“

“Yes,” you laugh, tossing your arms around him. “Yes, Nanami, I’lll marry you. It would be an honor to be your wife.”

Nanami has never been happier than this moment. Now, you can finally build a life with each other, and maybe, a family. Grinning, he carefully takes the ring out of the box and slides it on your finger. You admire the way it sparkles and glints at you as tears fill your eyes.

“Forever,” you whisper, your voice tight with emotion. “Always you.”

Nanami feels his own tears invade his eyes and he swoops you up in a deep kiss that steals the air out of his lungs. The kiss would have led to something more if your phone didn’t ring. “Oops!” you giggle as he peppers your neck in kisses. “Hang on, baby.”

Quickly, you crawl over to the fireplace and reach up on the mantle where your phone is charging. Nanami lies on his side, naked and filled with happiness, propping his head up on his elbow. He watches as you answer the phone, a contagious smile on your face.

“Hey, Yuki!” you brightly chirp.

“Did he do it yet?!” Yuki screams on the other end. You giggle, looking at Nanami and giving him a wink.

“I’m gonna be a wife!” you squeal and the two of you begin to excitedly scream to each other over the phone as Nanami laughs, the happiness contagious and overflowing.

THE END.