#I can see the point that if you’re dating someone like that then it may also be a reflection of you because you (clearly) tolerate it

[strawberrystepmom]

dante x f!reader. established relationship, light angst with a happy resolution. | wc: 1.9k, reading time: ~7 minutes

“If you go this time, don’t come back. I don’t want you here.”

The words blow through Dante’s memory like a chilly wind, not unlike the one that is sweeping through the nearly deserted city streets tonight. His jacket’s collar is popped over the bottom portion of his face to obscure him from the eyes of anyone who may be looking than it is to fight against the cold, his hot blooded nature coming in handy on nights like these where he has to keep himself warm. 

He’s had a lot of those nights lately and they make him wander the streets aimlessly if he isn’t working. He’d call it a patrol if someone asked but he knows the truth about why he does it.

Your part of the city is a bit nicer than his despite there only being a few blocks separating them. He wanders around looking at nicely kept shop windows, all of which keep normal business hours, closed and locked and tidy. A tidy neighborhood meant for tidy people. He’s sullying this like he does everything else. 

Sighing, he shoves his hands deeper into his jacket pockets and walks toward your apartment complex with his face pointed forward. Seeing his own reflection would only solidify how terrible he feels right now, certain the outside is reflecting the inside which is a mess since you told him you didn’t want to see him again.

Your reasoning makes perfect sense. You aren’t just a warm occasional bed or a nice meal or the owner of the only place that feels like it has light left in it in the entire world, you’re more and you deserve to be treated as such, which is far more than Dante can do for you as he is right now. Unfortunately, he made a promise to you after you first met that he’d always keep you safe, no matter what. 

Dante doesn’t break a promise. Not anymore. 

Punching in your personal code for the door of the apartment building where you reside, he raises a brow curiously noticing you still haven’t changed it. The first time he tried it and he worked would be the last, he promised himself. Then he returned the next night and did it again. And again. And again. And now, weeks later, he’s punching it in without even looking over his shoulder.

0127 - the date of the night the two of you met for the first time. 

Looks like you aren’t quite ready to move on yet yourself. It would be foolish to hope maybe you’ve softened your stance toward a man who doesn’t deserve such grace so he squashes the flame that the number stokes in his heart. 

He takes the narrow, metal stairs two at a time to decrease the chance someone will hear his heavy footsteps and peek out - it is 2 o’clock in the morning after all. There’s no telling what you’ve told your nosy neighbors if you’ve told them anything and he is loath to think that the noise complaints they made about the two of you specifically, about giggling and lovemaking both, continued because you’ve brought someone else into your life. He’d like to think he knows you better than that and you wouldn’t but lonely hearts do crazy things to feel full for even a little while. 

Standing in front of your door, Dante thinks better of this for the first time since he started. What if someone else is in there? Even worse, what if you aren’t home? Will he traverse through the city for the rest of the night to find you? 

Yes, of course he will but thankfully as he reaches for the doorknob, the subtle scent of you drifts around the door. Not in the way all people’s homes kind of smell like them but you, direct from the source. Not arousal, not fear, just you. 

He breathes a sigh of relief and reaches to lift the little placard you keep on your door welcoming guests in, unsticking the spare key from its secret hiding place. He slips it into the lock and it unlatches as always.

You hear it from your bedroom. The locks components slide over one another then you hear the door open quietly. Your guest is attempting to hide the little squeak from the hinges by keeping their foot beneath the bottom one and shutting 

There is one singular person who knows both where the spare key is kept and how to keep the door quiet. Chuckling quietly, you curl into your bedding and shift to lay on your back so that you can watch what’s happening through the open bedroom door. You silently thank whatever is out there, shutting your eyes tightly for a millisecond before footsteps reverberate through your quiet apartment again confirming what you already knew.

Dante. He’s come back.

The footsteps continue for a few moments and stop in the kitchen. You hear the jingle of your keys being swept out of the way on the counter, wondering what he could be reaching for. 

It’s the picture of the two of you on the counter, the one you just took off of the fridge last night. It made you ache to look at while retrieving a glass of water so you pinched it off of the fridge and put it aside. He pinches it in the same way, frowning softly. 

It isn’t too late to turn around and walk out, he thinks. But he came all this way and needs to get a good look at you just to make sure you’re okay. 

Placing the picture down on the counter, he steps as quietly as he can in boots across the wooden floors. He’s held your hand and danced with you through these rooms during happier times and you’ve listened to him talk about his pain freely during the hard ones.

Why does it feel like this may be the last time he ever memorizes himself as a fixture in your place, your life?

Dante’s footsteps still as they approach the edge of the living room that then continues on to your bedroom. The door separating the rooms is rarely closed unless you have someone over and it’s open tonight, as always. He sighs and takes a few more steps, walking past the couch and tipping his head to look over the doorway. 

“I know it’s you.”

Shit. Of all the things he’s thought about since coming here, never once did he think that you may be awake. A more idealistic part of him hoped for it, maybe, but now that it has happened he freezes in his tracks and comes to rest, standing across the room from you. It feels like a world apart.

“I never should have come,” he states simply, coolly though it’s a facade to hide his pounding heart. The possibility that you’ll deny him again races through his head and now that he has been caught doing his nightly ritual, there’s a chance things could end up even worse than they have been lately. It’d be what he deserves.

You let silence linger for a moment, working up your courage to say what you’ve been thinking since that unfortunate evening that ended with him simply nodding and leaving, shutting the door behind him and erasing his presence from your life since.

“And I never should’ve said something that I didn’t mean to you.”

You sigh, using your left index finger to bend the right middle one backward, your eyes glued on the stretch of the digit rather than the only eyes that have ever made you feel seen that look at you across familiar darkness. 

“There’s one place you will always belong, Dante and it’s here.” Nodding, you swallow. ��With me.”

He says nothing, statue still in the darkened doorway. The big window in your living room backlights him in shades of late night neon, the reflection of a reddish halo above his snow capped head. A little part of you thinks you’re dreaming, saying all the things you’ve kept to yourself over the difficult few weeks that have passed to an apparition of a man you’d give anything to see again at this point. Perhaps your sanity is the first of those things you’re freely giving yet this feels real. So you keep speaking. 

“And I want you here even if you don’t believe it. Even if you think I’m mean or crazy or you don’t love me…”

The air in the room shifts. 

“Don’t say that.”

His silhouette slips through the door, past the creaky floorboard. 

There are many things in this world that he can tolerate but you doubting his feelings is not one of them. Heavy footsteps ring through the room. Your discarded clothing that should’ve been put in the hamper becomes a victim to muddy boots that should’ve been cast off at the door despite his haste to see you. 

“I love you.”

The words come from the side of the bed, Dante kneeling at the side of it though he’s practically lying across it with how low it rests above the floor. Your eyes finally focus in the darkness, allowing you to clearly make him out for the first time in a while.

He’s as sharp and beautiful as ever yet haunted, dark circles indicating sleepless nights giving him away. Stubble dots his chin and cheeks, your palm graced by its sharpness when you reach out to cup his jaw. Your mouth bunches in on itself, quivering lips hiding while your sniffles give you away. 

“I’m so sorry. I’m such a selfish brat and you don’t deserve it.”

You burst into tears, a sob wracking your body. A balloon of sympathy bursts inside of Dante and he reaches for your hand that rests on his cheek, covering it and weaving his fingers over yours. 

“We all say things we aren’t proud of,” he mutters.

It’s a covert acceptance of your peace offering because he knows you’d overreact to a direct one.  It’s also a plea for you to stop talking badly about yourself. He has been through enough, the last thing he wants is to listen to this, this painful self flagellation. 

“Yeah but I don’t want to be so afraid of losing you it makes me hurt you either.”

You are so precious he cannot even begin to fathom that you see yourself as anything lesser. He smiles softly. 

It’s the first time he’s felt like doing so for weeks.

“Then I’ll just keep reminding you that there’s nothing to be afraid of. There are no monsters that I can’t handle for you.” 

You silently point downward with raised eyebrows, the faintest hint of a smile flickering across a handsome face when he realizes you mean the tiny space just beneath your bed.

“It’d be a little hard for a monster to slip under there but yeah, exactly. Not the ones under your bed.” He raps his knuckles gently against your forehead.  “Not even the ones in your head.” 

You reach up to wrap one of your hands around his fist, warm tears sliding down your cheeks when you close them. The two of you remain like that for a few moments, simply enjoying the warmth of the other's presence. You swallow the lump in your throat and look up at him.

“We aren’t perfect apart but I know we’re perfect together.”

Dante nods, leaning in to press his forehead against yours.

“I can’t help but agree with that.”

[orlandospride]

Can you tell me what rodman did why some ppl hate her?

i keep forgetting what their reasons are exactly but i think i recall that apparently her boyfriend sucks, and maybe the nepo baby argument?

[sevsgiirl]

Omg okay I can't stop thinking about needy lovesick Sevika with a younger femme partner (you can totally do a continuation of the fic you wrote) so what if, she's a little needy&insecure for their age gap? That her girl gets bored/annoyed with her? (She doesn't have this type of thoughts all the time, but the seeds of doubts grows when she hears other people talk, not directly about her and reader, but in general but it does linger when others points out how different they are) or in her own way, she start craving more compliments, affections from her but dunno how to do it and at the same time she's trying to gauce if her girl still likes her (she does!!) yet just the thoughts/doubts hurts Sevika like so bad, because she would do anything for her darling, what she has to do to make her girl still love her and not leave her?

— sevika with a younger partner and feeling insecure

synopsis: sevika doesn’t have a type. whether they’re older or younger, just as long as they could keep up with her that’s all mattered. but ever since you two started dating, she starts to wonder if she’s the one who could keep up with you and how deep down, it scares her that you might find a problem with it eventually.

note: I just had to post this before going to sleep because the idea is too good. I love the way your brain works and again, thank you for sending in the req <3 love you and I hope you like this.

you were a beacon of light in the cesspool of chaos that is sevika’s life.

to this day, she still doesn’t understand how you and her got into a relationship but here you are now, going strong for almost a year and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

you two rarely get into arguments, when you did she never hesitates to reach out and fix the situation right away because she can’t stand being on bad terms with you for long.

you two are on the same mental wavelength, which sevika appreciates given how you’re a lot younger than her. she’s in her 40s and you were in 20s, but sometimes she forgets because conversations always run smoothly between you two.

but just because she forgets that doesn’t mean other people fail to bring it up.

when you started dating, it was a bit difficult given how it wasn’t received well by a lot of her peers. not that they judged her for it because they could never unless they wanted to have their face busted in. but it was the occasional remarks that had a hint of judgement in them that made sevika uncomfortable.

things such as “she’s a bit young, isn’t she? you better keep an eye on her especially because you’re always at work. it’s hard being in a relationship with someone who’s at a different stage in life as you.”

both of you had jobs but her work compared to yours was hectic. you work as a waitress at jericho’s meanwhile sevika is paid to get her hands dirty for silco. the job was tedious and draining and sometimes she comes home, tired to the bone that she could barely catch up with you. which she feels immensely guilty for.

you’ve reassured her that it isn’t a big deal and that you understand her status in zaun is far more important than yours. you’ve always acknowledged sevika’s role in the under city and why she was feared by many, that’s what attracted you to her in the first place. she was loyal, devoted and her endurance was insane.

but still, despite how sevika’s job is her number one priority, it still doesn’t slip her mind that she may accidentally neglect you and your needs without her knowing.

and she knows it takes a toll on you too, you just don’t want to bring it up because you respect her too much. and she was right because when she came home early one night you weren’t there, and it was almost midnight when you finally returned and you were shocked to see sevika sitting on your couch waiting for you. usually she’d be back around 2-3am.

“hey, you didn’t tell me silco would let you off the hook early,” you said but your words became background noise because she was too focused on your appearance. you were dressed up and from where she sat she could tell you’ve had a lot to drink.

it’s not that it upset sevika you went out, you could do whatever you want but it saddens her that you didn’t even go out of your way to tell her about it assuming she’d be coming home late. is this what you do when she’s not here? go out with your friends and have fun? it’s not that she expects you to wait for her in your apartment all day while she’s away for work.

still, the thought bothers her as she wonders what you must’ve been up to while she was gone. she tries to set the thought aside, not wanting to think bad of you because she knows you’d never go against her back. but certain thoughts crept up at the back of her mind. did you meet someone while you were out? were you offered drinks? did someone invite you out to dance?

“sev, baby, you there?” she didn’t even realize she zoned out until she felt you cupping her cheek “are you tired? you shouldn’t have stayed up for me.”

she shook her head “it’s alright. but yeah, silco let me off early and I wanted to surprise you.”

your shoulders sagged “I’m sorry. I assumed you’d come home late again so I decided to just go out with friends. had I known I would’ve waited so we can stay in and cuddle.”

despite your flattery words, the only thing that stuck to sevika was you implying she’d be late again. you didn’t mean it maliciously, there was no bitterness in your tone but instead there was just… acceptance. which frustrated her because people were right.

perhaps being at different stages in life does this. you needed a partner who you can home to and have fun with but instead you got her who’s always late, is already asleep when you probably want to stay up and have sex at night. she would force herself to push through just for you but she isn’t getting any younger and it shows.

maybe it’s because others have planted it in her head that you two are just far too different that’s why she’s overthinking like this, but it’s becoming more and more evident that they were right and if she doesn’t find a way to fix this, god knows before you start seeing the cracks and the dents as well.

and so in the following day she asked silco if she could cut off her usual hours at work to get back home early. at least for a few weeks and silco was shocked for a second because if there was anyone who’s extremely dedicated to their job, it’s her.

but it’s because of that he deliberates on the request “very well,” he answered “but if the matters are urgent I expect you to come in either way,”

well, it’s better than nothing, sevika thought. what matters is she’ll try to find some time to spend the following weeks with you and to hopefully regain the spark in your relationship.

not that she’s saying it’s lost but she’s scared it will. because if her days don’t consist of work, she’s either at the bar playing cards to blow off some steam, which isn’t exactly a productive way of spending one’s time.

unlike you, you have tons of friends who you go out with at clubs and sevika just doesn’t want to think about all the people you meet there, who are probably the same age as you, and have wanted to ask you out but you turned them down because of her.

meanwhile, she’s here and she can’t even keep you happy like how you deserve.

it eats her up alive that’s why as soon as she comes back from work a lot earlier than usual, she immediately engulfs you in a back hug when she sees you cooking in the kitchen.

you gasped, not expecting her “sev, you’re home.” you were surprised as you turned around “did something happen?”

she shook her head, smiling “no sweetheart, silco just let me off early again. plus I’ve been meaning to spend more time with my girl…”

you still weren’t used to the disruption of the routine, because she’s normally away at these hours, but you weren’t complaining.

and with that, you spent most of the evening cooking and catching up with each other. you didn’t miss the way sevika followed you around the house like a lost puppy when you started cleaning up to get ready for bed.

you raised an eyebrow when she wrapped her arms around your waist while you were washing the dishes, noticing how she’s awfully more needy than usual.

“baby, go rest. you just got back home from work.” you giggled and she just shook her head.

“I just want to spend more time with you. I feel like I haven’t been the best partner.”

that halted you in your tracks and you angled your head so you can face her “baby, what makes you think that?” your eyebrows were furrowed and she just held you tighter.

she lets out a breath, tired and awfully nervous about vocalizing her doubts. what if once she points it out you start seeing the red flags too? and then these affectionate gestures just won’t be enough? what then?

“I know with my job and the responsibilities I have, I haven’t been able to fulfill your needs. you have so much ahead of you and I’m always at work and I just don’t want to make it seem like I’m wasting your time.” she said and you just stood there, letting her words sink in.

“you’re young and you could be with someone whose head isn’t always stuck in a bunch of paperwork or is running around the lanes doing silco’s dirty work.” her jaw clenched and she starts to wonder if admitting to all of this was a good idea.

“I’m sorry, princess. I just don’t want to bore you by leaving you here at home all by yourself…”

you immediately swiveled around in her arms and took her face in your hands.

“sev, look at me.” you said, your voice stern “I could give less than two fucks about people my age. you think when I got into a relationship with you I didn’t know what I was signing myself up for? of course I did and I don’t regret any of it. I know you have responsibilities and I accepted all of your duties the moment you became mine.”

“I could never be bored of you, baby.” you told her, thumb caressing her cheek “you don’t treat me any differently because of my age so why should I? I love it that you’re so hard at work and that you provide for me. the fact my salary at jericho’s isn’t even enough to pay half of our rent but you don’t mind because you provide for us both, why would I find that boring? that’s fucking sexy.”

she couldn’t help but let out a snort “oh, so what you’re saying is that you’re staying with me because I’m basically your sugar mommy?”

you grinned “amongst other things,” you said before capturing her lips with your own.

the kiss was hot, heavy and slow as sevika gripped your hips and pulled you against her. pushing her knee up and sliding it across your thighs and she started rubbing against your clothed cunt, making you whimper.

“so you’re not bored of me? or mad?” she asked as she pulled away to look at you.

you rolled your eyes “you could be 23 or 75 for all I care and I still wouldn’t get bored of you.”

your finger drew circles around her chest as you fluttered your eyes up at her “plus you fuck me like you’re 23 anyway, so I don’t see why I would look for someone my age.”

she couldn’t help but laugh, swooping you up in her arms and you circled your legs around her waist as she walked you to your bedroom “god, you’re such a handful.” she said.

you smirked “but you love it.”

[simpjaes]

✘ WIP DIARY ── LAST NIGHT, I READ YOUR DIARY. (p.sh) ✘

Sunghoon has been trying be everything you need since your mother passed. A father, a friend, a therapist. You never really understood what your mother saw in him in the first place, if you’re being honest. He’s awkward, quiet, and typically used to keep to himself up until now. You’re impressed with his efforts by the time you’re entering into your senior year of college, though his entire demeanor towards you seems to have changed.  or the one where your step-father grows obsessed with you minute by minute. 

── step-dad /weirdo park sunghoon x afab reader  

── minors dni

── tags: sunghoon is in his 30s, reader is in her 20s so, age gap, step-cest, heartbreak, obsession, manipulation, coercion, stockholm syndrome-ish, fluff if he manipulates you as a reader lmfao, angst, smut. don't read this if you are easily triggered. ── side characters: heeseung as reader's ex boyfriend, jay as reader's closest friend

── !WARNINGS!: this work contains non-con, dub-con, and stalking behavior. your mom isn’t alive in this fic. warnings will be updated as i write.

── a/n: this one is gonna be a wild ride, that's all i gotta say.

LAST UPDATED: 5.12.25

⨯ est wordcount: 30k+ ⨯ current wordcount: 22k ⨯ est release date: june 2025 for patreon, public release date is still tbd ⨯ completion: 70% of 100% ⨯ scenes written: 13 of 16

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Your first heartbreak is meant to be painful, but this? This is more painful than you could have imagined after what you’ve already gone through. 

Heeseung was one of your only constants in life. From childhood to high school it’s like he was there more than anyone else was, and certainly more than your own father. Even when your mother passed, Heeseung was the one who held you through it, he’s the one who made you smile again, he’s the one who made you feel like it was okay to heal and keep going despite the horrifying truth of your life. 

It’s the fact that it was a “mutual” break up that hurts the most because deep down, you couldn’t see yourself without him at that point. Yet, still, you willingly watched him hop on the plane with a short kiss and long goodbye. It felt so final to you. You could have handled a long distance relationship, truly. But Heeseung didn’t want that. He wanted to explore the world, he wanted to try new things, be with new people. 

He wanted to do things without you clinging to him all the time. 

In a way, you understand that. After all, you’re the only girl he had ever been with up until now. Senior year of college. You think you knew your relationship was coming to an end by the time he announced he was going to be studying abroad for his final year without ever once even telling you he was applying to do so. 

So, yeah, it was mutual solely because you want him to be happy and he’s made it clear that he believes that can only happen without you. Such is life. Painful, painful fucking life.  

You can’t imagine being the light in someone’s life anyway.

Just last year when your mother passed, you nearly dropped out and Heeseung had been your rock to make it through class after class with a grade barely high enough to pass. You’re certain some of your professors took pity on you and raised your grade just enough to move forward. You’ll forever thank them for recognizing how hard you were trying to hold it together. But now? Without your mother, without Heeseung, you’re at a loss.

And there’s a difference between loneliness and isolation, you think. Loneliness to you always hits hard during small spaces in your day, like when you’d get into Heeseung’s car and he would close your door for you. The silence always hurt your ears while he was still making his way around the car to the driver’s seat. A shallow loneliness that you could feel right at the top of your gut, like it was squeezing inside of you and making you lose your appetite. Solely because that silence reminded you of what you always had, a lack of loneliness because of him.

But then there’s isolation. Where it feels forced upon you by other people. Your mother fucking died, Heeseung fucking left, and now you’re just here expected to wake up like you always do, go to class, study hard, sleep well, when the reality of it is– you’re genuinely struggling just to look at yourself in the mirror. 

Then there’s Sunghoon. The only person close enough to you now that you can reach out to. The issue with that is you’ve never actually been close. And that’s what sucks. The fact that he of all people is all you have now? May as well just assume you have nobody.

His regular calls meant close to nothing to you in the grand scheme of things. Despite him calling twice a week every week since your mother died, your step-father is just as distanced from you as you are him. You’re aware that it’s his obligation, not because he cares. And that hurts, because it’s all you have now. 

Now, you have to try and find meaning in those short calls. After all, Sunghoon fell apart when your mother passed all on his own, with no one beside him. You had only called him out of obligation too. You were already in college and stressed, falling apart yourself with someone to love beside you helping you through it. Calling him when it all happened felt empty because you knew both of you were trying to hold it together and save face. 

It wasn’t like this before she died. In fact, he never called and you never cared for him to. You’d see each other when you were home, share awkward pleasantries, and that’s it. It’s hard to believe that now you feel like you need a father, after all those years of practically rejecting him as one. He seemed fine with the rejection after you hit your teen years. He knew by then that he could never be the father you want, but at least he could be the husband your mother needed.

You have grief in common now though. Loneliness. Isolation.

You try not to think about how you were okay up until now. Having Heeseung to fall back on to soften the blow of your loss, you guess Sunghoon didn’t have that. Maybe his monotone voice and empty words through phone calls were his way of coping, a way of hearing a voice that wasn’t the one in his own head. 

It’s just you and a man you never considered family past the titles and obligatory respects. Finding meaning in his short phone calls does nothing to help your growing isolation, but you cling to them now that Heeseung is gone. You wait for the calls, you ask him to check in with you every day now, to the point Sunghoon starts to notice the difference in you.

No longer rushing to get off the phone. Now, you’re dragging on meaningless conversations. Now, he hears cracks in your voice. 

“You feeling okay?” Sunghoon asks you, in a way that makes you wonder how he’s able to tell that you’re definitely not. The way his own voice has a bit of life to it when he asks it is…strange too. Like he’s concerned. 

“No–” You trail off in your meek voice, staring at your ceiling and mind swirling with all of the work you need to get done for classes already. “I’ve only been in classes for a week and I already feel like I’m drowning.” 

Sunghoon sighs into the speaker, contemplating how to further the conversation with you in a way that isn’t too intrusive. After all, who is he to pry? Still, he never intended for you to feel neglected or like you couldn’t come to him. After all, you were too happy about his lack of parenting you throughout his presence in your life. 

He finds solace in the fact that you’ve been accepting him now, though he hasn’t the slightest idea as to why. He’s checked in with you since the passing, but lately it feels to him like something more is going on with you. He may be somewhat estranged, and he may have his own problems to deal with, but you’re still someone he needs to be here for. 

Plus, it makes him feel needed again, which is nice considering the circumstances. After living in this bustling house with you and your mom for so long, to it just being him and your mom, to now just him…all that remains now is dread, dissociation, and his own thoughts.

“Did something happen?” Sunghoon keeps his questions short, offering more silence if anything for you to use this call as a therapy session if you need. 

You pause for a long moment, realizing that you want to talk about your issues so badly but don’t quite feel the need to share it with him, of all people. You’ve already ranted day after day to Jay. To the point you’re sure he’s about one rant away from blocking your number. 

Probably because you’re not that close to him either. Not these days, anyway.

You sigh instead. 

“No…” You trail off. “I think I just miss being home. My dorm mate is never here, class work is already piling up, and I can’t even find the energy to look at the assignments.” 

Sunghoon can tell you’re feeling much like he does and he can’t imagine the weight on your shoulders dealing with these feelings while also in college. Sure, he has work, but it comes easy when he doesn’t even need to leave the house for it. When he’s the boss, and when he has people to practically do his job for him. You don’t have that. 

But, you have Heeseung, do you not? It appears to him that you’ve been doing okay until now, and you haven’t even brought him up. Not once in the past few weeks has his name been uttered by you. Which is strange, after all, the two of you were practically attached at the hip growing up, to the point of choosing the same college, working the same jobs, and even keeping that middle-school puppy love in full swing throughout highschool and college. 

If anything, after your mother passed, Sunghoon felt okay knowing you had Heeseung there with you to help you through it. It meant he could focus on himself and get through the day-to-day. He could barely handle his own mournful thoughts, let alone the daughter’s feelings of the woman he loved so dearly. He was forever grateful for Heeseung during this time. 

He has his suspicions now though, and his heart aches for the voice he hears from you these days. 

“Why don’t you come home for a while?” He lends a pause to see if you’ll jump for the opportunity before selling the idea to you. “I have the bills here covered and your campus is only a forty minute drive. I’m sure that’s inconvenient but you won’t have bills to worry about on top of everything else.” He doesn’t want to sound too desperate, of course. 

After all, the loneliness he’s feeling is also becoming unbearable. Even if the two of you never were able to see eye to eye, or to form a bond together, you’re all he has left of your mother. He, arguably, is nothing to you, but there’s no one else in this world he’d rather heal the loneliness with outside of you. Only because you knew your mother on a level deeper than he did, and to have someone to share those memories with, or even laugh with, would help him tremendously too.

“I think being at home may do you some good.” 

You think it over in your head, wondering if being home will help you at all. In reality, you know it may make you feel more trapped than you do now. All those memories with your mother, with Heeseung, with all of your friends that have since moved to different colleges. 

But…you wouldn’t be alone. You’d be with someone who knows how to give you space because he’s never even tried to shrink your existence to that of your bedroom and your bedroom alone. You wouldn’t have to worry about rent, food, or anything aside from studies, gas money, and trying to heal from your heartbreak. 

Your dorm is small, you note as you look around the room and wonder how long it would take you to pack your things up. Two hours, give or take. The longest part would be taking all of the little decorations off the wall, if you’re being honest. 

You find yourself nodding before answering, solidifying in your mind that– maybe you’re not the only one who needs company in your space. Not too close, but close enough to not be totally isolated. 

“Okay.” You mutter into the phone, for some reason feeling the tears well up behind your eyes. 

You’re just a bit overwhelmed, that’s all. Knowing you’re going home feels like a relief you didn’t know you needed. 

“Yeah?” Sunghoon confirms. “Just let me know when and I’ll drive up there to help get your stuff back home.” 

You agree, sighing into the phone with a shaking voice. Sunghoon takes note of it, always remembering and quite frankly missing how loud and obnoxious you used to be. Hearing you like this pains him. He wants to help. Now more than ever is his chance to be someone you need, and he hates knowing he hasn’t already become that person for you.

Getting to be your father now? It feels awkward, but at least it’s a feeling other than loss. 

“You know you can talk to me, right?” Sunghoon sighs at you through the speaker. “I know I’m not someone you like coming to but–well, I’d like for you to rely on me more, okay?” 

You find a lot of comfort in those words, despite hearing him say them time and time again. This is the first time he’s ever shown that he means it through the offer of bringing you home, rather than just saying it and accepting whatever you say back to him at face value. 

“I know…” You trail off. “I’m okay though, really.” 

Sunghoon hates himself for never forcing you to accept him. Sure, there may have been some teenage defiance towards him, but eventually the two of you could have seen eye to eye. He could have been someone you needed. You could have relied on him too, rather than just Heeseung. That’s all he can really think right now. If there was ever a good time to do this, it was probably a year ago, the second best time is now. 

“Are you sure there’s nothing else going on?” The man nearly pleads in his tone, desperate to have someone rely on him again. “I’ve never heard you sound so exhausted before, I can’t help but worry.”

You’d tell him, but honestly, what grown ass man wants to hear about a first heartbreak? It would just get awkward again, he’d just feel obligated to do something about it, and worse, he might end up feeling like he’s supposed to dislike Heeseung now. 

You choose to remain silent in the final straw that broke your back this semester. 

“Really, I’m just tired.” You nod to yourself as you hold your phone loosely against your ear. “I might not go to class tomorrow and just pack instead. I’ll just call you when I’m ready, is that okay?”

Sunghoon smiles to himself, wanting to mean something to you in a way that can hopefully help you out of this slump. Your mother would be throwing a fit if she heard how you’ve been sounding, he can’t help but take over that role and try to make damn sure you are okay. 

“That’s fine,” Sunghoon confirms. “I’ll call and let them know what’s going on so don’t worry about any of that. Just get yourself ready to come back home.” 

You find yourself smiling, relieved that you don’t have to be the one to contact your school and tell them that…well, you’re breaking your student-lease, dropping your food plan, and need to be reimbursed for partial tuition costs since Sunghoon insists every semester that you purchase tuition insurance. You should no longer be charged to live on campus, or for the facilities within the dorm. 

Knowing you’ll at least get back a couple thousand dollars is a nice change of pace, and already you’re feeling weirdly excited to go back to a space that will likely make you miss your mother more. It’ll hurt, but at least you won’t be alone.

The forty minute drive to campus feels less horrifying now, and maybe your friends will still come and hang out with you in your actual home rather than a tiny dorm. 

“Sounds good.” You say, as if to end the call before you mutter out again. “Thank you, by the way. Sunghoon, really.” 

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Sunghoon knew he was spiraling further and further into his loneliness. He knew it wasn’t healthy either, but now. Oh, now he realizes just how bad it’s gotten as he demonizes himself upon picking you up. 

You haven’t come home since your mother’s funeral, and even on that day he barely remembers what you looked like. Eye contact was never a thing for him, but looking at you now, he sees how much you’ve matured since you went off to college. Truly sees it.

Your once bright, excited eyes have turned dull and empty. The bags under them are heavy from lack of sleep. Your lips appear to be in a permanent state of pouting, though he isn’t sure if you’ve noticed. You appear to have lost weight, which is concerning for him of course, but…there’s something else about you.

Something that sits in the pit of his stomach and rots.

“Uh–” You cough, noting the way Sunghoon looks at you as you try to hand him a large box. “Thank you for helping me move my stuff back…” 

Sunghoon snaps out of his thoughts, grabbing a heavy box and then waiting for you to stack another on top. 

“No big deal,” He mutters, feeling the weight in his hands double as he prepares to carefully carry your things out to his car. “You haven’t been home in a while so, I’ve fixed up your room for you and went ahead and connected my gaming system in there.”

You nod quietly, feeling awkward for how fatherly he seems.

“Thanks…” You trail off, flopping a pile of your things into his trunk before stopping to look at him. “You look like shit.”

Sunghoon furrows his brows, noticing for a split second how that facial expression you made is very similar to one his wife used to throw at him when he’d have hair out of place, or a wardrobe malfunction. And then he smiles. 

“You’re not looking too good yourself.” He jokes out to you with a small, breathy laugh.

You smile back at him, feeling a bit of the awkward air fizzle away. 

“Well, I’m not doing well, so.” 

You were continuing the joke, but his face falls before yours does. 

“You can talk to me–” He starts.

“I know, I know.” You wave him off. “I’ll feel a lot better once we get back and I can settle in.

There’s a nod from him now, and then silence as the two of you continue to put the rest of your belongings into both his car and your own. 

“Well, I guess I’ll see you in a bit?” You say now, awkwardly.

Sunghoon nods, looking you over once again.

“See you in a bit.” 

   ・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Shame.

Pure fucking shame. 

Sunghoon knew he needed another presence in this house but upon seeing you again, he knew that this may have been a mistake. 

He likes to think of himself as level headed. He’s never gotten into any trouble, never had a stray thought, never cheated, lied, or stole anything. He can’t think of a single thing that he’s done in life to be considered taboo.  But simply looking at you feels…incorrect?

Indecent? 

You’re his step-daughter for fuck sake but it’s the fact that you don’t feel like you are. When he looks at you, he just sees another person. He did this to help you, he did this to feel needed, to be your fucking father. 

He did not do this to look at you this way or to feel his eye stray even without his intention. Why do you look so much like her? Why do you do that thing with your pinky when you carry things like she did? You even have a similar smell, probably having picked up on your mother’s habits throughout childhood. 

You being here…It’s like she’s still here. Except it’s you, and he can’t be thinking this way yet his mind still spirals. Already he’s caught himself nearly calling out her name rather than yours when your back is turned to him.

And for you, it just feels…too nostalgic right now. Walking through the door for the first time and not being able to see your mother running to greet you. 

Ouch. It’s like your body reacted, dropping everything in your hands to expect a hug, only to feel and see nothing while Sunghoon bumped into your back by accident with your things.

“Oh– Sorry.” He said briefly, stepping back and trying not to drop your boxes. 

You moved quickly out of his way, stepping into the room and grabbing a box from him. The smell in the house hit you harder than anything though. It still smells like her perfume, you suspect Sunghoon must be spraying it quite often for it to be this strong. 

It’s suffocating. So much so that it takes every ounce of energy for you to gather the rest of your things to put them in your room without your eyes burning with tears. Only able to breathe one full breath when the bedroom door is closed and your window is open. 

This is not how you cope. Still being able to smell her hurts, despite knowing it’s nothing more than a too-expensive bottle of perfume you can buy from any high end store. It’s more than that to you, and more than that to Sunghoon. It’s her. 

That scent he had grown accustomed to does not assault his nostrils, if at all, his skin burns when the air isn’t polluted by it. Still, unaware of why, Sunghoon had noted the rush in your step. He tries to pay no mind to the way you lock yourself behind that door, knowing you’re needing to settle in before he makes any effort to be who you need right now. After all, his mind is struggling to be a good father right now too. He needs the distance just like you do.

And what exactly does being a good father entail, exactly? Give you your space, make sure you’re fed, throw around a few shitty jokes? Fuck if he knows. All he can do is try to pretend that this isn’t awkward. That his mind isn’t going in fifteen different directions regarding this situation as a whole. Ten of those directions being…well, not savory for most.

Intrusive thoughts. That’s new, even for him. 

So, he lets you stay in that room walls away, and he mimics the action himself by closing himself in his own bedroom that he’s grown to despise. Alone again, empty, lying in a bed that always felt so full until she was no longer here. 

The walls, empty of photos because he struggled to look at them day after day. The scent of her perfume is still in the air by his own doing. Nothing has changed for the better, even with you just down the hallway. And you can argue that you feel the same.

Then again, expecting an immediate change is more insane than the two of your struggling minds put together. 

Already, you miss the tiny dorm room you just abandoned. There weren't many places to cry in there, but here there’s far too many corners with memories, far too many walls and windows to contemplate while you stare off. Much like him, much much like Sunghoon, it just feels…worse.

You find yourself lying down on your childhood bed trying not to kick and scream. You remember the last time you had a tantrum in this bed and the reasoning feels so small to you now as you anticipate the bubbled feeling of loss claw and scratch at your chest. Your mother wouldn’t let Heeseung sleep over, even though you offered to leave the door open and promised that there would be no funny business.

He was so happy with you back then, cheeky and mischievous smirks at each lie you’d tell your mother. You both knew the door would fall shut by “accident” like it had done so many times before. 

Funny how the two who caused that tantrum are no part of you now outside of fond memory and pain. Even funnier how the tantrum you could throw now would end far more dangerously, with ripped sheets and broken windows. 

You just cry quietly instead, pushing the assignments you still need to try and prioritize to the back of your mind, hoping that this short one week break from classes will help you get your head screwed on straight. 

 ・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

The days blur together during your time off, pretending to laugh and enjoy conversation with a step-father you barely know well enough for it to be real. It became routine after the first day, which is kind of helpful because routine is what you need right now. 

Something to focus on, something to keep you from wondering where it all went wrong for the last light in your life to flicker itself out so willingly. Still, you wonder where Heeseung’s head has been since your mother’s passing. You must have grown to be too much for him, too heavy of a burden on his shoulders to stay much longer with you through it. 

You appreciate him if that’s how he felt, because you really had no idea. He was always so gentle, loving, and kind towards you. Never changed in any way, or even acted as if he was hiding anything. That– you think, proves that in some way, he does truly love you. Or, did love you. Just not in the way you need. 

He may not have enough love in his body to stabilize someone like you. Someone who is entirely unbalanced on this earth. And when you look at Sunghoon sometimes, you wonder how much he loved your mother, or how he got through it without someone to constantly exhaust with his mournful antics like you did. 

The circles under his eyes and that permanent furrow in his brow shows the stress he’s been living with. You never thought he could appear more dull and lifeless even before she passed, but now. Now he looks dull. Now he truly looks lifeless, lost, maybe even as if he died with her. There’s part of you that feels bad over how you thought of him previously compared to now because of it. Thinking back, there was so much more life in him, and probably so much of him to enjoy from your mother’s perspective. You just never cared to see it. 

You missed the chance to see what it is about Sunghoon to love, and now all you can see is a shell of a person who made your mother the happiest she had ever been, if you can call it that. You know it wasn’t Sunghoon’s fault, if anything, he’s the reason she held on for so long. 

And you note the house’s condition more and more as you wander around, almost like this isn’t your own childhood home. It’s pristine now, in immaculate condition. Never has the house been this clean, and perhaps that’s why you feel like you don’t entirely belong anymore. It doesn’t feel like it has been lived in. You don’t know how he finds the energy to keep the place clean after the nature of your mother’s death came to light. Or even how to stay in this house at all, in that bedroom, sleeping on that bed. 

He’s still hurting. Maybe even more than you.

The worst part of it is that you truly felt like you were healing when Heeseung was with you, but it turns out, he was just a bandaid and a distraction. He didn’t like seeing you sad, so he wouldn’t let you feel those things if he could help it. You couldn’t mourn, you didn’t want to mourn. 

Now you have to. 

It’s hard to truly believe you were healing only to find out that you haven’t faced the loss of your mother at all and now you’re forced to face not only her passing, but Heeseung prying you off of him and moving out of the country just to get away from you.

He still loves you, right? He doesn’t resent you…right?

It’s just you and Sunghoon now, hopefully you can get through it together. So, you try. You try to use some of your time to spend with him, to genuinely laugh at his jokes, and mock his attempts to pretend that the two of you have always been close just for the sake of pretending like a family. 

No smile reaches the eye though, for either of you.

It feels easier as the days pass though, up until you’ve got only two days left before you need to start going back to campus. You spend them trying to make the days lighter. Opening windows to erase the scent of your mother, because in all fairness… seeing Sunghoon discreetly spray her perfume every morning is really, really heartbreaking. Additionally, you’re trying to let the dishes pile up in the sink and practically plead with Sunghoon to just…leave them. 

Let the house be a mess for once. No more nervous cleaning, no more busying yourself with things that don’t matter. No more, no more.

And it’s like hell for him seeing you try so hard to feel okay, but he relents to your pleas of letting the house become a mess. His hands itch to clean, but his heart burns knowing that if you feel better, maybe he will too. Even with the scent of your mother wafting out the windows into the big, horrifying world, he tries to stay away from that bottle of perfume too. He misses her so much that it nearly crippled his brain. 

Somehow, you’re bringing a type of normalcy back despite the dark thoughts that he doesn’t allow to surface. Still, there’s a long way to go with this, it seems. He knows all too well how you fall apart once your bedroom door is closed. The effort from you is endearing during the daylight hours though, and he softens up at you everytime. 

Yet, those hidden tears aren’t just for your mother and he knows it. There is something else happening. 

“So, how has Heeseung been?” Sunghoon asks over dinner. A shitty bag of takeout mending both of you bite by bite. 

He doesn’t notice at first the way you fall silent, awkward again as if it’s still the first day you came home. 

“Oh–” You come up with excuses, with lies. “He’s taking a semester off to see his mom. Guess what happened rattled him a bit too, wanted to hug her and stuff.”

Sunghoon’s gaze stays on you as you avoid eye contact. You’re lying, he knows it. He remembers your mother always calling you on your little lies when you still lived here too. “She always curls her pinky and ring finger when she’s lying.” She had chuckled to him back when she still had a twinkle of hope in her eyes. He recalls how you slammed your door that night, lying about being with Heeseung when you said you were with your very obvious not-best-friend. 

Your mother would have let you go, but you were just a teenager and she had to at least pretend to parent you. Sunghoon loved watching her do it. All the laughs that came out of it, learning about you through her and her alone. 

Now, he sees your hands on top of the table and he focuses on that pinky and ring finger curling into your fist. Such a small action telling on you.

 The point is, Heeseung wouldn’t just up and leave you like that, not in a million years, Sunghoon thinks as he remembers the sheer amount of times he’s met the boy. In fact, it was rare to see you without Heeseung. 

“I see…” He trails off, taking another bite of his food before washing it down with a gulp of soda. “Has he called you?” 

You feel it in your stomach, the fact that you’ve even avoided asking yourself that question. Because no, of course he hasn’t. And he probably hasn’t because he knew you didn’t want to break up despite pretending it was okay. It’s for you, he’s giving you space. It’s not because he doesn’t care.

“Yeah,” You nod, trying to mask yourself to be perfectly fine. “The other day he called super late and I was already asleep so we didn’t really get to talk.”

“Does he know you’ve moved back home?”

You nod slowly, wishing that Sunghoon would go back to not really caring about what’s going on in your life.

“Yep.” You lie again. “Seems pretty happy about it, said he thought it would help me since he’s not around anymore.”

Unfortunately, you don’t notice the slight slip of your tongue. He’s not around anymore. That sounds far more permanent than a simple home visit where he misses his mommy due to the death of your own. 

“Ah, that makes sense.” Sunghoon watches you and your nervous body language. Lie after lie plastered blatantly on those false-smiling lips. “Forgive me if I’m prying but, don’t you think it’s selfish that he just up and left to see his own mother after–well,” 

You nod without intent before raising your hands in defense of Heeseung. 

“No, no!” You exclaim, Sunghoon noting how this is the most emotion you’ve had all day. “I don’t blame him. I’d probably do the same thing.” 

He relents now, realizing it’s probably too early to expect real, honest answers from you. Even if he’s just curious, he would assume anyone would be considering the way you and Heeseung, again, were attached at the hip. 

“Well, I’m still here for you.” He finally says. 

Before, you’d just wave him off, but now? It feels like your efforts are making it so that you pay attention when he says those words. When he pretends to care, or offers his comfort. He’s really all you have now, and maybe it’s just your own mind telling you that. Then again, maybe it’s all that sorrow and guilt that’s doing it. 

“I know…” You sigh, losing your appetite entirely. “You can talk to me too though, you know?” 

Changing the subject seems easier. The fact that Sunghoon is trying so hard right now does mean a lot to you, but even if your relationship with him wasn’t estranged– you still wouldn’t be ready to talk about how Heeseung left you the way you did. Not yet at least.

“You don’t need to worry about me,” Sunghoon responds warmly, not mentioning how much you should. 

“Focus on you.” 

You nod, looking down at the table and recognizing that this food that once smelled so delicious to you is now turning your stomach. 

“I do worry though.” You mutter. 

Sunghoon sees your fingers uncurl from your fist at those words and he physically can feel as his heart swells. Finally, someone worries for him again. 

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This fic will be dark, very taboo, morally bad. Not a grey area, it is blatantly bad. sunghoon will do bad things. Please be aware of your own triggers once it's completed and posted. I write within my own triggers, not yours.  ・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

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SFW BoyfriendAlphabet for Postimeskip!Katsuki Bakugo

MHACollege AU!Bakugo, Black girlfriend reader in some parts, fluff

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Believe it or not he warms up to affection relatively fast into the relationship I see him as the type that only dated someone he has already known a while so he already had a few moments of affection with you anyway. Opening the door for you subconsciously, saving your ass from villains (or falling because you’re so clumsy), he mostly uses acts of service and quality time to express his affection. Whatever you need/want, boom you got it. Some nights he’ll just come to your dorm to relax and stay quiet for majority of the time. It’s a comfortable silence but you love it because he’ll still be silent watching you play your switch as you lay on his lap.

He may not be a lovely dovey kind of guy but his love is always shown his own way through aggressive words of affection or keeping you close beside him, squeezing your hand/thigh from time to time.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

If anything he gives Childhood friends or Academic rivals to lovers so if he was already your friend as a kid it begins to blossom more throughout middle school, but you couldn’t tell because he was a little shit during that time so it’s not noticeable until high school lmao.

Bakugo as your best friend is like having a hard headed brother/son to take care of. He pretty much took YOU in declaring at a young age you were just his sidekick but here you are damn near his equal, not just in fights or power but academically and supporting one another.

Best friend bakugo is ALWAYS who you can depend on and whether he says it or not he wants you to. He wants to feel needed. Especially by you.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Bro loves to BE held. Only in private though. PDA isn’t his strong suit but when it’s just you both hold that man or he’ll turn into a lil pissy boy.

By pissy I mean giving you the silent treatment or acting passive aggressive until you take charge and grab him into your arms. It’s kinda cute.

He will be more cuddly when he’s tired or feeling uneasy, he still has his panic attacks and moments of overstimulation so he’ll actually hunt you down and if you’re in your dorm in your bed he will move whatever is on your lap and spread your thighs to lay on your chest or tummy just to get away from the world for a second. He squeezes very hard so be prepared.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Bakugo doesn’t give “casual” or even likes the term “situationship” you guys are either together and going to get married or nothing. He does in fact date to marry because he doesn’t want to consistently waste his own time with multiple people every few months. He’s either ganna be married with his one and only or nobody at all so you’re his first, last, and only.

He’s a pro hero in college but he always gave househusband. Whenever he comes to your dorm he will tidy up, throwing a few “Why is there so much shit everywhere.” When all there is is a few empty bottles on the floor. It’s cute and sweet how he makes sure you’re clean.

He will cook for you, and has no problem doing it every single time he visits, he loves to show off his talents to you, so shut up, sit and look pretty as he makes you some of your favorite meals. BONUS points if it’s a home/childhood meal he’s never heard of and you teach it to him.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

I believe if any reason bakugo would break up with you it’d be for a valid reason, I.e. you cheating. If he found out you cheated he’d of course upset, angry, but more betrayed. It takes a lot for him to gain that level of trust in a person and for all those moments of vulnerability and love and laughter with you to be thrown away will cut him deep to the point he wouldn’t ever focus on a relationship again. It’s painful for him to know that the thoughts of once sharing his whole world with you are now a painful faded memory .

F = Fiance(How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He doesn’t seem like the type to have super long engagements, at most 1-2 years and that’s even pushing it. He has money for days and Bakugo is a man that if he wants it he will get it so the moment he decides you’re going to be his wife(which is most likely after the first date) he is preparing to propose. He does not mind being a husband.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Now I’m not going to say he’s just a complete soft baby boy when he’s with you. Not necessarily, He can still be brash with his words, but he never once harmed you physically. Ever. Down to how he grabs your arm when rescuing you.

A few examples of gentleness he expresses is when you lay on or beside him, his scared hand rubs against your cheeks and sides, he kisses your forehead every once in a while and even before he gets up to grab you both a snack. Bakugo tends to examine your body after a fight, even a simple run in with low life villains he rushes towards you after, he has been doing it since high school, after sparing, training, whatever he caresses your face (a few times a big rough than usual if he is impatient) and critiques how you did as if he was a teacher, but all the while he’s praying in his head thanking God He kept you safe.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

You initiate 90% of the hugs, and He grew to like YOUR hugs, but he says he doesn’t. When you first hugged him he instinctively pushed you away, but you didn’t let go. For a few years he never hugged you back because hugs wasn’t a common thing for him and they were awkward, but one day after another fight with the league of villains he seen you, bloodied up and limping towards him he finally grabbed you and surrounded you in his sweaty arms. You nearly couldn’t breathe for how tightly he hugged you, but you felt your body relax, mostly because you fell unconscious on his shoulder for a second. He didn’t let you go until you were on a hospital bed.

Bakugo’s hug feel safe and warm, one arm around your waist and another holding the back of your head. Almost like a cradles you. He never does a regular side hug with you it’s either a bear hug or nothing else.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Does NOT say it a lot . It’s HARD, his actions show it so much though that it’s not to the point where you question, but he does say it at the most random or intimate times.

The first time he said it was when you both were taking a shower together and you were scrubbing his back and playfully said “I love you, jackass.” Mid conversation and he was in a sligghttllyyy good mood so he chuckled and said “I love you too, dumbass.” You knew if you pointed it out he’d get red as a tomato so you tried not to make a big deal, but bakugo felt your pause briefly and knew he finally said the world you been wanting him to say for the longest.

He’ll say it after and during sex a few times, and before going to work. Instead of a goodbye it’s “I love you, see you later.”

Because he never wants to experience telling you goodbye

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

His jealously is loud, but not verbally. It’s with glares and action. He trust you he just don’t trust other men. It’s not OFTEN but it’s enough that when it happens you never forget it.

He usually gets jealous when another guy is too close to you for comfort and makes you anything above happy. Why the hell are you happy with them? You have Katsuki Bakugo as your man he’s the only one that should make you happy?

He’s a little delusional in the head but it’s okay.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Goodness his kisses are slutty. It’s not even on purpose the dick just loves dominating everything. He tends to always initiate when you both are alone, and brace yourself because when he kisses you he goes all out. He has a habit of staring at the location as to where he wants to kiss you, usually when you’re rambling he stares at your lips, almost annoyed liked until you stop and that’s when he dives in, it’s almost like he is pushing you from the force but he slowly moves his mouth in tandem with yours, by default he uses his tongue a lot. He is also a buyer to prepared for little nips at your bottoms lip. He barely allows either of your to breathe so you are usually the one to pull back first which leads to a pissy Blondie, but it’s not even a second until he pulls you back in by your neck. You can always feel his thumb rubbing your throat or cheek as he nearly swallows your tongue, his lips are always soft and his breath super minty or sweet from a candy he popped in his mouth earlier.

He loves your lips. He does, but next to that you always catch him kissing your shoulder. Bakugo will ends his days or just pause

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

…I’m sure you all know how he is with kids.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Okay so it depends if he has to work or not so let’s start off on his off days; for one, He isn’t an actual early bird. I know a lot of people say he is because he went to sleep early but if you all remember his own mom pointed out he wakes up around noon, so if it’s his day off he is snuggled in bed with you for while drifting in and out of sleep. Legs and arm stretched over your body OR you’re on top of him, if he wakes before you he will place you comfortably on the middle of the bed, a small forehead kiss and head to clean the room a bit. He often cooks breakfast while you sleep so many mornings you wake to his famous pancakes and bacon. Casual mornings are quiet, nonverbal communication between you both with him giving you a glass of water and OJ, sometimes letting you taste test different pancakes flavors he has made, and comfortably eating on the couch watching the news/yall favorite show.

If he has to work he usually sets out a bottled water for you and have your coffee already brewing to your liking. It sucks to wake up to a cold bed, but when he gets home he makes it up to you.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

A mix of settling down but in the most chaotic way. Surprisingly some days Bakugo wants to stay up late and you go to bed with him, so you try to convince him to just watch TV in your shared room. Some nights he working out and you would rather lay with him and be lazy. Some nights it’s vise versa. However it’s always ended with cuddling and relaxing in bed while eating the most unhealthy snacks. Bakugo doesn’t like to admit it but he definitely gained a few pounds since dating you due to this.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

I believe the first time he opened up to you was after the war. He had his few moments of TRYING to be more vocal about himself and his feelings towards you, but his heart softened more after he woke up from the hospital. It was when you were helping him during his time in rehab and he was making such fast process you told him how proud of him you were. That’s when he finally spewed as much of what he could out before shutting down a gain.

He told you about how he felt about you, how he thought about you in the moments you weren’t there, the way he’d always hope you come back sooner rather than later when you left, he spoke about his insecurities with you and even though it wasn’t worded THE BEST, you understood. Since then he became more comfortable with telling you certain “secrets” he kept from you. How he likes hearing you laugh, how he enjoys watching you switch up your hairstyle every other week, he especially loves when you wear braids.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

….its bakugo. He usually has just enough patience with you that’s noticeable to others, but he still gets irritated. It’s kind of his default mood at this point. With you though it’s somewhat different, he doesn’t scream at you in genuine anger instead he pouts, grumbles even like a hardheaded child. Sometimes even give you the silent treatment, but it doesn’t last long when you baby him.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Yall talk about Deku being the observant one, have you seen his bestie Bakugo???? He remembers a lot and He’s nosey too! He remembers things you don’t even notice, like how your face grimace when you eat something too sour, or the look in your eye when something clearly annoys you but you don’t say anything. Bakugo pays attention to body language above anything else about you. He subconsciously uses it as mental notes to learn more about you. It’s kind of attractive in its own way.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

He wouldn’t tell you but he loved yall first date. It was in a small village you two happen to find after driving to the original date place but his car ran out of gas and their gas station was the nearest one. You wanted to walk around because it was so pretty and even had a sunflower field to visit. He stole a few pictures of you while you wasn’t looking in the field and you looked ethereal to him. He has it as his lockscreen.

It was his favorite moment because you really showed your true self around him, your corny jokes, yapping about your latest fixation to him. It was endearing. But most of all it was just you both. In a place nobody knew you both so he felt more comfortable himself. Bakugo even remembers the old lady that called you both a beautiful husband and wife and you didn’t correct her. He didn’t either.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

You have a personal guard dog with this one. Pro hero AND naturally strong? Girl you’re winning. He literally has told his classmates he will protect them so what makes you think he wouldn’t go even further for you? You can quite literally turn off your mind when you are with him. He got you.

Bakugo doesn’t necessarily need protection but he likes to know you have his back too, villains, fan girls, or even tripping over his feet you’re right there to help him. And he loves that.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

At first he would just do whatever you wanted to do honestly. But if it’s true he reads romance mangas then he definitely would try to recreate some dates with you he has read.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

If you had a boyfriend before him he’d probably have an insecurity about it. Bakugo would constantly compare himself to your ex even if you never speak about him. So if you can. Try to reassure him every single time that he is not your ex and that’s exactly one of the many things you love about him.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Bakugo genuinely did not care for his looks until you kept giving him compliments. He knew he wasn’t UGLY but hated to be called pretty. You however stroked his ego, you called his lips soft so he began doing more lip scrubs in his routine, you talked about how good he smelled naturally he began to buy more hoodies for you to steal after he wore em, you talked about how nice his arms are he started walking around your dorm shirtless and wearing more sleeveless shirts, every compliment you gave him was something he adored…he may have a praise kink.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He wouldn’t admit it but he would feel empty if you left him. I hc one of his fears is being alone after he has already has someone to be with which is probably why he didn’t want any interest in dating until you came along. He didn’t want to grow a bond that would eventually fail, but knowing you he has no intention on leaving you so you can’t leave him.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Bakugo was born in Germany, but moved to Japan when he was one, growing up his mother would switch from speaking English/Japanese/German so Bakugo could be bilingual. And he is he can fluently speak all three.

[paulmescalsbiceps]

can’t stop thinking about jealous!jamespotter roommates!jamespotter x fem!reader. wc:636 pt 2

James would never consider himself a jealous person, especially when you constantly prove to him just how devoted of a partner you can be. In lines at grocery stores you let him hold your hand, caressing your thumb with his own and he presses his whole body against yours completely immune to the idea of other people seeing his near inappropriate display of affection.

But he just can’t help it! Especially when you smell so good and he just has to come up behind you when you’re cooking dinner for the two of you and sniff the space between your neck and collarbone. James would never go to the point of trying to make you feel uncomfortable, he’s understanding that his need for physical touch should never breach your comfort.

But he’s watching you make conversation with the dude behind the counter of the grocery store so effortlessly as you bond over the band on your t-shirt. No words make it through James head, instead it’s a vicious cycle of insecure thoughts that range from the fear that you may just like this asshole to the overwhelming desire to bend you over right there and prove to him who it is you really want.

“I think they’re touring soon, for the new album release. Any interest in going?” The worker asks as if James hasn’t been practically glued to your back mere minutes ago.

“I’m honestly not sure if I can afford it right now especially if they’re going to be playing bigger venues.” You admit, James admires your attempt to shrug off his intentions but if the asshole tries again one more time, he’s not sure if he can hold back.

“I mean, I could totally shout you a ticket.” He pushes, casually placing what’s left of the shopping into the bag. “It’d be like a date.”

James isn’t someone who gets angry. He’s calm and he’s rational. But not when it comes to you. He didn’t spend months pining after you just to deal with grocery store boys like him trying to pick you up.

“I think her boyfriend will be more than willing to pay for a ticket.” James moved his hand over the counter, taking the receipt from machine and makes quick work of collecting the bags into his hand, eager to leave and possibly never return. “I’m also sure she’s not interested in going with you.

The sternness in his voice shocks you, not quite sure whether to be concerned with his tone, or turned on. Before you can ever utter a reply, James has you by the waist guiding you back to the car.

“What was that about?” You question as you click your seatbelt into place. This wasn’t a side of James you usually saw.

“He was flirting with you! As if I wasn’t even there or something.” James tone shows his true emotions. He’s not angry. He’s jealous.

Fighting back a giggle you ask “James, be serious. he was like sixteen!”

“I am seriously lovey, he was looking at you like he wanted to take you right then and there.”

“And you don’t?” You tease back. That shut James up enough to turn on the car and silently pull out of the spot.

Several minutes later, James breaks the silence. “I’m sorry lovey, I don’t mean to embarrass you. I just don’t want to lose what’s mine.”

You feel your face heat at his honesty, he was never shy of talking out his emotions.

“Don’t apologise, it was honestly kind of hot.” Voice timid at the confession.

“Oh yeah?” God if James was one thing it was a total fucking tease. “Want me to show you just how much I wanted to prove to that asshole you’re mine?”

oh yeah, you were in for a real treat

do i make a part 2???🫣

[kxsagi]

“𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐨𝐟”

a/n: tried to make it not too angsty since i'm a happy person, but it's when reader finds out she's pregnant post-divorce! slight mentions of "doing it." inspired by @neeeooon's "when they find out they have a kid, pt 2” I LOVE HER WORKS

you and isagi were truly that one couple where you couldn’t tell if they were dating or just best friends. 

strangers would glance at the two of you and wait for some sign of affection to confirm an answer to their thoughts, friends would always admire how the two of you made the cutest couple, and family would always support your relationship through thick and thin. 

over four years of dating inevitably ended up in marriage, a beautiful ceremony celebrated with the most beautiful rings. 

but, oh how marriage was the worst thing that could’ve happened to you. 

you’re not too sure what made everything spiral downwards. only after a month of initiating vows, your first ever argument as a married couple occurred, and boy was it heated. more only followed after that, becoming more frequent as time went on, usually ending in nights at a friend’s house or spent alone in your shared house. 

the final straw was when isagi insulted you in an escalating fight. 

“why do you always shut me out?" you asked, voice trembling and eyes narrowed. 

isagi turned away, running a hand through his hair. “i’m trying to think, woman. just give me a minute." 

the word landed like a slap. your breath hitched and your face paled. 

to this day, you can still taste his venom on your tongue and feel the burn on your cheek from that moment. he had never talked to you like that before. sure, he had a dirty mouth, but he had never gone so far as to insult you or call you a name like that. 

without thinking, you signed the divorce papers and forced yourself to show up in court to finalize the divorce. your now ex-husband wasn’t there, but he had his parents speak for him instead. 

just two days later, you’re panicking. 

as if the mental toll wasn’t enough from your recent divorce, there was a positive pregnancy test resting on your bathroom sink counter, staring back at you. with a hand clasped to your mouth, you remembered the last passionate night the two of you shared after another heated argument, ending with him releasing inside of you, despite knowing you were ovulating. 

holding back the sobs was unsuccessful as you pondered about what to do. 

𐙚

over two years later, you’re carrying your 18-month old boy on your hip as you attend to chores around the house when you hear your doorbell ringing. rushing to see who this unexpected visitor may be, thinking it may be your mother coming for a surprise visit, you’re shocked to see isagi’s best friend, bachira. 

“hey, long time no see! i feel like i haven’t seen you since your wedding,” he laughs, as bubbly as ever. 

quickly turning to try and hide your baby boy, you nervously laugh. “oh hey bachira, how are you doing?” 

bachira dodges the question, noticing who you’re holding. “to be honest, i haven’t talked to isagi in over a year because we’ve both been so busy with our soccer careers. but i at least thought he would tell me he had a kid.” 

you play dumb. “isagi? this isn’t –” you stop yourself short, knowing there was no point in lying when your baby boy was an exact copy of his father, even with the tiny hair sprout. 

“uh huh… that’s definitely believable. i’m assuming isagi doesn’t know about this either?” 

not long after that, you gave up in defeat, inviting bachira in as you explained everything: the arguments, divorce, and pregnancy. your baby boy absolutely loved bachira, and bachira loved him. the two grew close rather quickly. 

so when your doorbell rang the next day, you expected to see bachira at the door yet again. a smile was already on your face as you held your baby to your hip like glue, happy that someone other than your family and girlfriends was going to spend time with him. 

but your eyes widen when you not only see bachira, but also isagi. 

your ex-husband is staring at you in shock, jaw clenched, staring back and forth at you and his son. he had no idea that this entire time you were parenting alone. “is he mine? no – that’s just a stupid question. he is mine.” 

bachira took your baby from you, walking over to the living room to leave the two of you alone to talk. 

“when… when did you find out you were pregnant?” 

“two days after our divorce.” 

isagi runs a hand through his hair in frustration. “so if you were pregnant for nine months then… he’s 18-months now?” 

you nod slowly, heart rate breaking records as you stand in front of the man you once loved. at the time, you didn’t know what decision to make, whether to keep the baby, contact his father, or just raise him alone. 

“i know we ended off on bad terms, but you didn’t wanna tell me?” isagi glares. “what the hell?!” 

“what was i supposed to do?! you didn’t even show up to the court room!” you yell, your volume causing the man to flinch. "how do you think i felt?!"

“how could i?! i still –” isagi groans, stopping himself from saying something without thinking again. 

realizing the situation, you take a deep breath, exhaling with your hands on your hips. 

your ex-husband takes the hint and clears his throat. “well... you’re living in the same house.” 

“because your parents spoke for you in court and said that you would give me the house. and… thank you for paying it off. i know that’s not easy,” you quietly say, so soft that isagi could barely hear you. 

“it’s… no problem…” he sighs. 

a long stretch of awkward silence stands between the two of you, two gazes looking everywhere but each other. 

bachira comes back, “i heard silence and took it as a sign that you’ve talked some stuff out?” 

while that was far from the truth, you nodded, ready to talk to your ex-husband more later, but for now, he deserved to see his son. 

taking your baby boy from his uncle bachira’s arms, you look up at eyes you once loved. eyes you fell in love with. and now eyes that make you feel heavy regret and guilt more than anything else. 

“do you want to hold him?” 

isagi is breathless, caught off guard by the question, but he reaches his large hands out. “yes…” 

the moment his son is in his arms and looks up at him with those copy of eyes, isagi feels like he’s changed. 

he puts himself in your shoes, wondering how hard it must have been for you to support yourself when he was the breadwinner of the family. also how lonely you must have felt, and suddenly, he feels guilty and regretful all at once. 

the two of you created this beautiful human, this new life. 

“18 months old…” 

isagi manages to smile, nuzzling his nose against his now smiling son’s own. “i already missed one birthday. i’m not missing another one again.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

a/n: LMK IF YOU WANT A PT. 2 BC I’M WILLING TO MAKE ONE FOR THIS!!!

(header image credits go to @reinyy-days here on tumblr! HER ART IS AMAZING THIS IS MY FAVORITE ISAGI FANART EVER)

[twoflowers]

Best Behavior- Sanji x Reader (Explicit)

Here's my contribution to InfixOP's One Piece x Reader fic exchange. This is for @mere-mortifer, who I hope enjoys it and forgives me for the late posting date. I don't know why or how this is so long, but I loved writing it.

Prompt: Forced proximity when sleeping due to extremely cold weather outside leads to cuddling, which leads to kissing, which leads to sex. Bonus points if Reader has to almost beg Sanji to share a sleeping bag/bed/whatever with them because Sanji doesn't want to make them uncomfortable while trying to sleep, meanwhile he's the one freezing in the open air. Even more bonus points if they have to be very careful and quiet while having sex cause someone else might hear them.

Description: Sanji has been more reserved in his affection recently. Being stranded in the cold and forced to share a sleeping bag may be just the remedy.

Rating: Explicit

Tags: sub!Sanji, virgin!Sanji, gentle femdom, first time, getting together, forced proximity, biting, (attempted) oral sex, worship, praise kink. Reader is described as a cis woman but there are no other references to her appearance.

Read on AO3.

Word Count: 9k+

Best Behavior

It takes a fifteen mile hike up a steep, cliffside trail in weather so cold your fingertips turn blue to realize that your sleeping bag and tent have been replaced with several large beef shanks.

It’s a miserable night. You’re separated from most of your crew, and all of your crewmates with a functioning sense of direction. Rain has soaked through your shoes to make your socks squelch with every step, and your coat is doing little to stave off the chill. Both of your coats, actually, because Sanji has long abandoned his suit jacket to drape it over your shoulders. You let him do it solely because he looked more miserable with it than without it; you look at him now, swearing and shivering pitifully as he attempts to start a campfire in the clearing that the four of you have decided to camp out in, and feel a pang of guilt. He looks back up at you with a smile so beatific you almost forget that you were about to commit murder. 

“Luffy,” you breathe. You keep breathing, loudly: you’ve figured out breathing exercises for just about every form of Luffy-induced rage or anxiety imaginable. “Luffy, what is this?”

Luffy is standing on the opposite side of the clearing with Zoro, who is searching for sake amidst the myriad bags he insisted on carrying up the mountain as training. Luffy leans towards you with wide-eyed curiosity, which quickly turns into wide-eyed joy as he sees your bag.

“Oh, meat! That’s where you went!” He beams, throwing an arm to hook onto a tree behind you. It twangs cartoonishly like an overstretched rubber band; Luffy hurdles towards you at top speed, whooping like a maniac - and lands directly into Sanji’s outstretched foot.

“You idiot!” Sanji scolds Luffy, now laying on the floor and nursing a large bump on his head. “How dare you take her sleeping bag? She’s freezing! Apologize!”

“Sorry…” Luffy whines petulantly, still rubbing his head. 

“Now give her yours!”

“Eh? I didn’t bring mine.”

“You didn’t-” Sanji stops, rubs his temple, and turns to you. “It’s okay, angel, I’m sure the marimo can spare his. If you can stand the body odor, that is.”

“Huh?” Zoro is in the middle of getting situated, sword carriers arranged carefully against a rock, wet haramaki loosened. “Why don’t you give her yours, shit cook?”

“I need to avoid frostbite or you’ll die within a day when Luffy cleans out the food stores.”

Zoro scoffs. “Nobody wants to touch your sleeping bag anyways. Who knows what you’ve done to the thing.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Sanji and Zoro dissolve into a blur of motion lines. Over the kicks and grunts and shouted insults you hear the smacking of lips and look down to see Luffy eating meat out of your bag with the desperation of a starving street dog. You glare at him for good measure; he doesn’t seem to notice.

You take the opportunity to sneak to Zoro’s area to continue the search for that sake. It’s freezing and you need something to warm you, if there isn’t fire or dry clothing or a sleeping bag. The first bag you check is suspiciously heavy, and you open it to find… rocks. 

The second bag is also full of rocks, and so is the third. You take a very deep breath before stomping over to the fight to clock both Zoro and Sanji over the skull, a skill you’ve been developing for months under Nami’s careful tutelage. (It really is difficult to estimate where their heads are at any given point, but it’s really more of a gut feeling than anything.)

“Stop fighting!” You shout down at them. Sanji immediately apologizes, looking very honored to have been hit by you. You pretend that it doesn't send a shockwave of pure want through you and continue on, scowling down at Zoro.

“What the fuck did you do with the supplies?” 

“Huh?” Zoro glares up at you. “The cook brought them.”

“Mine! I brought mine!” Sanji pokes a finger right into Zoro’s forehead. “And my precious angel’s, but someone decided to replace her things with food!” 

He wheels around to Luffy, who’s shoved an entire bone into his mouth to suck on, cheeks stretched absurdly to accommodate it. Blankly, he spits out the bone, and it shoots over to hit Sanji square in the nose, and Sanj springs up to slug him again.

You love the boys, really, but moments like these are why you rely on Nami and Robin to keep you semi-sane. Every man on the crew is somehow a complete idiot, even Sanji. Woefully, this is a huge part of the appeal. He’s a complete fool and you adore him for it, drooling, nosebleeds, and all. 

The fighting winds down just as your shivering reaches an intolerable level. Your teeth are bashing against each other and nicking your lips. Distantly, you’re counting down the minutes until you inevitably get hypothermia, and the boys don’t look like they’re faring much better. Luffy sees you shivering and you watch in real-time as his neurons fire just enough for him to realize that it is, in fact, incredibly cold outside. He immediately shrieks and wraps his arms around himself like a weird, rubbery coat.

Besides the rocks and food, Sanji is the only person who managed to bring actual supplies. Between the four of you, there are two tents, one sleeping bag, and four packaged emergency blankets.

“Okay,” you huff. “Okay.” Your arm spasms with cold as you point to the tents. “How do we want to do this?”

“Of course, angel, you get the sleeping bag,” Sanji assures you, smacking Luffy as he tries to protest. 

“Men to one tent, woman to the other?” You suggest, knowing that Sanji will take issue with it.

“But angel, there could be wolves!” Sanji looks profoundly worried. His bangs are windswept back, and you get the full effect of his pout with both eyes visible. “You need someone to stand guard. I can-”

“Sanji, it’s practically sub-zero. You need to be inside a tent, and all of us need to get our clothes off as soon as possible.”

Sanji gulps, wind-chapped cheeks somehow flushing even redder. His gaze traces down your body and turns dazed: you aren’t sure how, given that you’re drenched and wearing a shapeless jacket. Ugh, what a sweetheart. The abstract concept of you taking your clothes off in a separate tent is getting him all hot and bothered.

It’s a relief. 

Recently, Sanji has been downright distant, by his standards. Still doting, of course; still appearing every few hours with a special drink and snack for you. Still overusing pet names and offering to be your knight and making sure you and the other women get the best of the best of everything.

But the opportunistic touches to the lower back have vanished. His eyes barely linger when you wear a low-cut shirt. You haven’t even seen him have a nosebleed in a while. 

You wonder idly how your love-life got to the point of you eagerly awaiting being perved on, but one glance at Sanji vanishes those thoughts. You know exactly how you got here: you thrilled at meeting this tall man with his lovely long legs and thin waist and broad shoulders, his large, careful hands, tapered chin and well-kempt facial hair and slight youthful roundness clinging stubbornly to his cheeks despite his manly man act. You were completely gone after learning that he essentially devoted his life to the pleasure of women, called you miss and blushed when pushed around and followed pretty girls blindly like a lost puppy, and all without an ounce of irony or malicious intent. The Straw Hats- all of them- are so sincere that it still blindsides you sometimes.

And after two years apart, seeing him mature… Muscles and jawline more defined, a bit more hardened, a bit more world-weary but still as kind and giving and genuine and lovely as ever… His reaction to seeing you essentially topless after that time apart was very charmingly him, even if it snowballed into recurrent bleeding episodes necessitating a well-stocked blood bank aboard the ship. 

As bad as it sounds, you miss the attention. You like encouraging that side of Sanji.

You look around you at the pathetic campsite and measly supplies and think that maybe fate has blessed you with a good hand indeed.

“Luffy and I could share a tent, but then you and Zoro would be together…” You say it like you haven’t already done the mental math and gotten the exact result you want, like you aren’t already internally whooping in victory. “I don’t want to break up any more fights.”

Sanji glances rapidly between you and the other men.

“And now that you mention it, I’m not sure if anybody should be left alone tonight. We should pair off for safety. Like you said, there might be wolves.” You look up, pursing your lips in thought. “Zoro and I could share.”

Sanji sputters immediately, stepping forward to cast a protective arm between you and Zoro. “No! No way! There’s no telling what that animal might try! My angel, n-n- undressed in front of that brute-!”

The two men are forehead to forehead at this point, and you quickly grab Sanji by the collar of his rain-soaked shirt and haul him backwards. He goes willingly, but his glare remains fixed on Zoro… until you stroke the back of his neck with your thumb and he flushes and slumps towards you, deactivated.

“Or you and I could share, Sanji.” 

He looks at you like you’ve just said something incomprehensible. His eyes slowly drift to your neck, then snap quickly back up. You flutter your lashes and Sanji goes scarlet. 

“Would that work? I’ll just get changed in the sleeping bag.”

“Abababa-” Sanji babbles. 

“And you can protect me?”

“Hahh-” Sanji makes a punched out sound and looks upwards as if imploring some deity for help. He clears his throat and pushes his bangs back. When he looks back at you the flush comes back full-force, and he has to look to the ground before he nods, twice.

“Perfect.” You clap your hands together. “Please tell me one of you knows how to set up a tent. Not Luffy.” 

Despite the biting cold, despite the numb fingers that can barely function to hold the pegs that secure the tents to the ground, you are a very happy camper. Sanji is moving with a manic efficiency that you hope is a good sign. He alternates between staring at you unblinkingly and pretending not to look at you while shooting desperate, furtive glances. This is your favorite Sanji, the one who’s wrecked by the mere idea of a woman being anything resembling familiar with him. Roping him into close quarters may be the perfect solution to the recent distance.

Or, you think with a frown, he might be put off by the whole situation. If asked two years ago you would have declared Sanji incredibly easy to read; recently, you’re not so sure what he’s thinking.

Still, your mind is flooded with all sorts of delicious images: Sanji furtively touching himself in the tent next to you, blanket stuffed into his mouth to stifle his whines, or Sanji accidentally finding a pair of your used underwear in his sleeping area and being unable to resist temptation. There’s an idea you go back to again and again, inspired by one time months ago that Sanji visibly licked his lips when you mentioned needing to wash your intimates.

The rain slows just as the tents are set up. Sanji finally manages to start a small fire in the clearing, and everyone strips their top layers to dry on logs overnight. You distribute the emergency blankets and watch Luffy’s eyes dazzle in wonder at their metallic sheen. You can’t help but smile softly at him: of course near death by hypothermia is just another big adventure to him.

You warm up to the best of your ability by the fire before taking Sanji’s sleeping bag and scrambling into the tent before the cold catches you. Your shorts, underwear, and tank top are soaked completely through and you’re so cold and exhausted that you don’t have an hour to spare to get dry by the measly fire. 

You can’t help but think about Zoro’s earlier words as you unzip the sleeping bag and line it with a blanket. Who knows what he’s done to the thing… Your shivering reaches new heights and you quickly strip to your underwear, crawl into the bag, and zip it up, wiggling to get comfortable and listening to the blanket make awkward crinkling noises around you.

You lie in the dark waiting for Sanji, listening to Luffy loudly get ready for bedtime and recount the story of today to Zoro, who grunts in return. They’re on the opposite side of the fire from your tent, but Luffy’s laughter rings throughout the clearing. If there are wolves, you think, they’ll probably be scared away.

You sit up after about fifteen minutes. You can see Sanji’s shadow through the tent, sitting in front of the fire with his knees drawn to his chest. You wriggle to the entrance and unzip it slightly, peeking out at Sanji as he huddles miserably in his wet undershirt and boxers. 

“Sanji, come here. You need to get out of those clothes and into a blanket.”

Sanji turns to you, nodding absently. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.” He turns back to the fire and takes a few deep, steady breaths, as though preparing himself. Paired with the sparks flying up into the clear, starry night he almost looks like he’s performing some kind of spell. His hands clench into fists and unclench, and then he stands up to enter the tent. 

You scoot backwards to give him room, but the action inadvertently makes the sleeping bag slip down. Sanji lets out an eep and covers his eyes with a hand, the other thrown out in front of him like a shield.

“Angel, your modesty!” He squeaks, waving his hand around helplessly. “I’m sorry!”

Is Sanji passing up an opportunity to swoon over a naked woman? 

“Sanji, it’s no big deal. It was an accident.” You get back into a lying position while Sanji stutters and tries to find his blanket with a hand shielding his eyes. “Modesty doesn’t count for much when the alternative is hypothermia.” 

“Ah- but, but-” He trips over your pile of clothes and peeks between his fingers to see your bra dangling from his foot, then squeaks and shakes it free. “But it’s-” He looks up and sees that you’re fully covered, and takes his hand from his face. 

“But it’s improper.” 

His lip is quivering in misery. His wet hair seems to sag even further down his forehead. You notice that at some point he’s put an unlit cigarette between his teeth, and he gnaws at it viciously as his eyes nearly well with tears.

You’re not sure whether to laugh or cry along with him. “Sanji, you’ve seen me naked before. In the shower? When the lock broke? Remember?”

He nods, the spitting image of a puppy watching his bag of treats sink to the bottom of the ocean.

“And you got a nosebleed and told me I had the most beautiful body in the world? Ringing any bells?”

Sanji’s lip quivers harder, and he shakes his head, then nods. “But I-” 

“So what’s with the sudden change of heart, huh?” Your eyes soften as you look at Sanji… Soggy, pitiful, desperate Sanji. “You’re shaking. Get your shirt off.” 

Sanji gulps. You admire his Adam’s apple and his sculpted neck. How is it fair that a man this beautiful is also the sweetest man in the world?

You roll over to give Sanji some privacy, and hear him peeling his wet shirt from his body. You let yourself lick your lips because you’re feeling quite self-indulgent now that you’re out of the freezing cold and marginally warmed by the fire, blanket, and sleeping bag. When you hear Sanji unfolding his blanket, you clear your throat.

“Can I turn back over?”

“Ah. Yes. You’re okay now, angel.” 

You roll back over and grin at the sight of Sanji’s head peeking out from above his foil blanket. His shirt is folded and placed at a respectful distance from your things; presumably, he’s still wearing wet boxers. 

“Warm?”

“Warmer,” he smiles, and leans towards you to appraise your sleeping situation. “And you? Are you warm enough? If not, I can give you my blanket and sit back by the fire.” 

“I’ve already taken your sleeping bag, Sanji. I don’t want you to actually die here.”

Sanji’s smile melts across his face, soft and sweet and wobbly. “Ah, my angel cares about me!” 

“Of course I do.” You smile up at him from your bundle, and he tucks a hand under his chin to better gaze at you adoringly.

“You look so snug, all tucked in…” 

For some reason, this makes you shiver with desire. You’ll never get enough of being fussed over and cooed at like a baby duckling. Sanji has seen you stumble into the kitchen, hungover and in last night’s makeup and has reacted by pressing a hand over his heart like he was ready to melt through the floor. He makes you feel unconditionally adored; more than that, he seems to adore you even more under what you think are the worst possible conditions.

A companionable silence ensues. You can hear the sporadic popping of the fire outside and the whistling of Luffy snoring. You drift off a bit; Sanji puts up a valiant fight, but when you wake up to hear the rain starting up again, he’s asleep. 

You see the fire die out and huddle your blanket closer to you. Sanji shivers. 

“Sanji?” 

His blanket crumples as he stirs. “Hm?” 

“You’re cold, huh?”

You can faintly see him shake his head. “No, angel. Don’t worry about me.” 

“I do worry about you. I worry about you a lot.”

There’s a beat. “...Thank you. I’m honored.”

You glance over and blink a few times, eyes adjusting to the darkness and allowing you to make out Sanji’s trembling outline.

“Sanji, come over here.”

He audibly swallows, but obeys, scooting close and leaning down enough that the fog of his breath is visible. 

“Come in here with me.”

His breath disappears for a few long seconds. You can see enough of his face to get the impression that his eyes are darting rapidly from you to the sleeping bag and back again, and you reach your hand out into the night air and slip it under his jaw. He makes a sound like a deflating tire.

“I- you mean-” He reflexively reaches up to his lips; not finding a cigarette, he places his hand briefly over yours and then flinches away like it burns. “Come in where?” 

“Sanji, you’re cold. There’s space, really.” You scoot backwards to demonstrate, grabbing his hand and slipping it into the sleeping bag. “See?” 

“But the-th-” he chokes, feeling around in the empty space beside you. “Not much space, there’s- really, there’s hardly any space, and-” He shivers, head to toe.

“Please,” you whisper. “I’m cold, too… Really cold, and I need you to help.”

Sanji gasps, hand reaching out past the empty space to connect with your shoulder. “Is that true, angel? Is that true? You need me?” 

“Yes, I really do. Could you-?” You reach out to gently tug his arm. He doesn’t resist at all- you don’t think Sanji could ever resist being manhandled by a woman- but he’s stiff and emanates hesitance as he’s pulled towards you.

“Angel, I’m not decent.” 

For a moment you think he’s being self-deprecating, but you quickly remember that neither of you are wearing anything but underwear. The thought makes your stomach clench. All that skin against skin, the possibility of feeling the warmth of Sanji’s body tucked right against yours... 

“Neither am I.”

Sanji draws in a harsh breath. He brings a hand to his nose to check for blood. It comes back clear, and he exhales shakily and gently places his hand on your head. His fingers twitch as they settle into your hair.

“And I’m so happy that you trust me enough to allow me near you when you’re vulnerable,” he says with great effort. “But I don’t want to do anything to make you uncomfortable. I don’t want to… react in a way that makes you uncomfortable.”

Heat blossoms between your legs, radiates to your belly and chest until you’re almost dizzy with it. But once the initial burn subsides, his comment gives you pause.

It’s not that Sanji hasn’t cared about your comfort in the past: of course he has. He cares very much about you being well-fed and relaxed. He’s offered to clean your room, do all of your laundry, carry you any time you seem even slightly tired. But he’s also, on multiple occasions, coyly lifted his blanket to invite you to snuggle on the couch, eyelashes fluttering. He’s assured you his bunk is always available to share after you have a night of poor sleep. He’s offered massages and manicures and haircuts and baths together, always with earnest eagerness to please and enough puppy dog desperation to make it toothless. 

It does sting a bit that he isn’t immediately jumping into bed with you.

Sanji’s hand is still in your hair and you can feel that it is shaking from a combination of cold and nerves. You wish you could see his face. You’re sure whatever expression of profound shame he’s making is very charming. 

You decide you need to do something. If Sanji is going to dial down his advances, you need to dial yours up until you reach equilibrium. 

“You mean you think you’ll get aroused?” 

His hand jerks away from your head; he jolts back with a squeak. “Angel-! That’s- That’s such a crude word-!”

“But it’s true, isn’t it? You’re worried about how you’ll react if we sleep together?”

Sanji is breathing like he’s overheating. He nods shamefully. “I’m sorry! I know it’s wrong of me. I just… I can’t control it sometimes. Especially around beautiful ladies. And you’re not…” He gulps. “You’re not wearing anything right now, and… We would be touching.”

“We would be,” you agree. “But skin-to-skin contact is very effective for warming up. Sanji, if you’d rather I send you to cuddle with Zoro, I will. I want you to warm up. Just because you could spend the night shivering in a blanket in only wet underwear doesn’t mean you should have to. We’re nakama. I want you to be cozy. With me.” 

“Cozy…?” He repeats vaguely. He shifts closer, close enough that his knee knocks into yours. “With you?”

“With me.” 

You sit up, making sure to pull the sleeping bag with you so your breasts are covered, and unzip the side. “Now get in here. I’m freezing my ass off and I know you are, too. We can lay back to back or something.”

“Princess…” He says helplessly, but his legs are already slipping into the sleeping bag. 

You make room for him. He keeps the blanket wrapped around him and you’re feeling frustrated, sexually and emotionally; you’re cold and nervous and desperate for reassurance that he also wants to touch you. 

“Can you put the blanket on top of me, too?” You reach out to Sanji, who’s halfway into the sleeping back, and tug lightly on the little cocoon he’s made around himself. “That way we can both have two blankets and be skin-to-skin. For minimal heat loss.”

You smile when Sanji practically rips the blanket off of himself and tuck it over you, then slips quickly next to you to get out of the cold. 

You’re side to side now. Sanji’s entire bare arm is against your bare arm. You hope you aren’t breathing too loudly, but even if you are, Sanji is surely drowning you out: he’s practically huffing. 

“Can you zip us up?” You turn your back to Sanji. He seems to be having a hard enough time already, and jumping straight into cuddling while practically naked might spook him.

“Yeah… yeah.” He turns so that he’s on his side, a slight gap between your backs, and zips up the sleeping bag. 

It feels so final, like he’s closing the boundary between the outside world and the place where the two of you are lying, and you can feel the heat between your legs ramping up in intensity. The space between your back and his feels charged with potential. 

You lie in silence for a few moments. Sanji asks if you’re comfortable and you tell him that you are. A few times you attempt to subtly press your back into Sanji’s, but he’s apparently migrated as far to the other side of the sleeping bag as possible. 

“Sanji?”

“Yes?”

“Can I ask you something?” 

“Of course,” he says, but sounds unsure. You worry your thumb over your lips.

“You’ve been distant lately. Touching me less, being less… Well, eager, I guess. Normally, I would have expected you to be very excited about a girl inviting you to share a sleeping bag. Is everything okay between us?”

“Yes! Yes, of course everything’s okay! I promise, if there was any problem, I’d fix it right away!” Sanji shifts to the best of his ability so he’s lying on his back, speaking right into your ear. “I’m trying to be better…”

“Better?”

“I know I can be a bit much. Sometimes I get so excited about being around you ladies that I can forget my manners, and it’s… Unbecoming of a gentleman. And you deserve a gentleman. You deserve nothing less than the best.”

You can’t help but laugh. You’d been so worried that Sanji was pulling away, or that his recent behavior was how Sanji acted around a girl he wasn’t romantically interested in. You realize that you’re so used to Sanji’s love sonnets and borderline ogling and gentle touches to the small of your back that normal behavior, or anything closer to normal behavior from him, puts you on high alert. Anything less than over the top feels like a rejection.

“Sanji, that’s it? Really? You’re not-” You turn so that you’re on your side, hands crossed over your breasts to avoid getting too close too fast. “You’re not… I don’t know, disinterested?”

“Disinterested?” Sanji sounds horrified. “My princess, I could never be! Have I been making you feel neglected? Please tell me I haven’t!”

“I mean, a little bit? I know you’ve probably gotten negative feedback, but with me… I like it when you’re yourself. You don’t need to tone it down.”

Sanji seems to realize that the front of your body is pressed flush against his side. He gasps an exhale but doesn’t pull away, and you let yourself even closer, gently hooking a foot between his legs. 

“You can’t mean that,” Sanji mutters. “Can you?”

“You’re not too much for me,” you say, and it’s such an understatement. You adore Sanji, completely, but aren’t sure how to verbalize it (I love you, I want to keep you, I need to hold your hand constantly and play with your hair, I want you to beg for a taste of me and then slobber all over my pussy-?). “I like the attention.”

“You really do?” He leans closer. You can feel his breath on your lips. “I can give you more attention. So much more, if you’ll let me. Please. I want to make you happy.” 

“You do make me happy. But right now, what would make me even happier is if you let me cuddle you.” 

“Hah- are you-? Cuddle? As in-?”

“I want you to be warm.”

“Angel, I’m very warm right now. That’s the problem.” 

And you can’t control yourself, because really, the way he sounds tortured is so delicious, and his breath is so hot and he smells like cigarettes and rain and his arm is pressing right against you, elbow to your ribs. You lean forward and kiss him.

Sanji is stock-still. You don’t relent. You slip a hand up to cup his jaw, move your lips against his: they’re so soft you can’t help but lick at them, and Sanji lets out a noise halfway between a moan and a cry of distress. 

You pull away and feel Sanji’s breathing start up again after a few seconds.

“Am I dreaming?” He mutters. “Do I have hypothermia? The cold is getting to me and I’m dreaming, right?” 

His hand cups your shoulder like he’s trying to convince himself that you’re solid, actually there. His fingers move to stroke wondrously down your arm. Those big, careful hands that you’ve admired for years are every bit as gentle as you’ve always imagined.

“Do you dream about me often?” You aim for teasing but end up choking the words out, because his hand is getting dangerously low.

“Yes. God, yes…” Sanji rolls to face you, and your chest presses right against his, and you feel him jolt like he was electrocuted. “God, oh my god, angel, is this okay? Is this-” He cups your cheek and strokes your face from eyebrow to chin and leans forward so he’s breathing right into your mouth. 

“It’s okay.” You lean into his touch to encourage him. 

“It’s okay,” he repeats, sounding awed. “Can I-? May I-?” 

He leans forward and tentatively brushes his lips against yours. He gasps into your lips, pulling slightly away before placing a series of small smooches around your mouth. It’s so achingly sweet and shy and lovely and you respond by stroking your foot up his calf. You can feel his leg hair and are so inexplicably endeared by him that you chase down his lips again and kiss him long and slow. 

Sanji seems inexperienced but is a quick study: he lets you lead. Your hand settles comfortably on his face and you take the opportunity to stroke his goatee. You refuse to squander this opportunity to explore by touch as much of him as possible. He makes a pleased little humming sound and it makes your heart jump in your chest. You need to get more noises out of him, need him falling apart in your arms in this sleeping bag on this mountain right now.

You lick at the seam of his lips and he opens his mouth immediately, a bit too widely. You’re dizzy with affection and then with pure lust as he presses his tongue against yours. It’s wet and messy and he groans into your mouth and you love it. 

You’re struck with the need to find out how Sanji will behave if given free rein. You bury your hand into his hair and allow your lips to go pliable against his. He licks into your mouth exploratorily, humming in pure pleasure at every new angle he tries kissing you from. You scratch his scalp and he redoubles his efforts, rolling over to slot a knee between your legs so he’s hovering slightly above you. His hard cock presses against your hip and you nearly black out. 

You pull away to catch your breath, and Sanji collapses to bury his face into your neck. 

“Was that good? Is this okay? I want to- I’ve been trying to- to be good for you.” He huffs the words into your neck, his warm breath on your skin. His facial hair is scratching you and you adore it, need so much more of it, are secretly hoping it leaves marks.

“It’s good. Sanji, it’s so good, you’re being so good for me.” You stroke his hair and he responds with a bitten off moan and a kiss to the crook of your neck. “Such a good boy for me.” 

Sanji’s hips jerk unbidden, and he lets out a small, embarrassed whimper as his cock grinds into you. Before you can praise that noise and try to get more out of him, he pushes himself up and away from you, supporting himself on shaking arms. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” He mutters. His voice is trembling; he sounds completely destroyed. “Inappropriate of me, I… I should’ve controlled myself…” 

“Sanji!” You’re incredulous. “You’re apologizing for being turned on?”

“I don’t want to take advantage-”

“I’d be offended if you didn’t get a boner from making out with me!” You reach up and put your hands on his sides and yes, yes, he feels just as incredible as you’ve always dreamed. Soft skin, hardened planes of muscle, a dappling of goosebumps that spread as you run your hands up to his chest and stroke from his breastbone across his pecs. “Your nipples are hard, too…”

“Angel, please–!”

You run a thumb around his left nipple and he trembles like his arms are about to give out. 

“You don’t like when I tease you?” You coo. Since when do you coo? That’s a special tone, one reserved for fantasies of how exactly you’d treat Sanji. 

Your heart slams in your chest as the totality of this moment settles in. This is like one of your fantasies, exactly like one of your fantasies, and you intend to live it out to its fullest.

“I like it-!” His hips buck, erection grazing your stomach. “I really like it, please– Please, I can’t– I’m trying to be good! I haven’t even–” A delicious whimper. “-Even taken you on a date yet, and I wanted to–”

Your hand stills. Sanji sighs in relief, or disappointment, or both. 

“Do you not want to do this right now?” You ask. “You can say no and I won’t be mad at all, Sanji. I don’t want to pressure you.” 

“Pressure me?” He repeats in a sort of hysterical whisper. “I’m worried about pressuring you! You were so cold earlier, and scared, and I’m supposed to be protecting you! Not–” He swallows. 

“Not having sex with me?”

“Having–?” He gasps, and apparently gives up on supporting himself entirely, sinking down so his elbows meet the floor. It inadvertently presses his hard cock snug against you, but you decide to politely wait for him to process this turn of events before doing something stupid like grabbing his ass and dragging his hips against yours. You knew that if you ever did propose sex to Sanji it would at the very most kill him and at the very least render him inoperable for a while.

“I–I– my beloved, my goddess, please forgive me,” he breathes into your neck. “I must have misheard you.”

“I said ‘having sex with me,’” you repeat, gently patting his back to help him through this trying time. “That’s not what you expected tonight, huh?”

“No!” He shakes his head vigorously. “No! Having– making love to you would be the greatest honor, my angel! But I don’t have ulterior motives, I promise!” 

You don’t mention that he’s laying flush against you with his boner pressing inches from your soaking wet pussy. 

“Tell me to leave and I will!” He sobs. “I can go back outside and guard your tent from there. If the wolves come, they can take me! They don’t deserve meat as pure as yours…” 

“Sanji!” You can’t keep the smile out of your voice. “Sanji, what the hell? What’s wrong with you? Nobody’s asking you to be self-sacrificial! We’re literally just camping.”

He peeks up at you, and you can feel his pout spiritually despite the darkness.

“Should I ignore that you just compared me to meat?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean–!”

“And you’re not the only one capable of having ulterior motives.” 

“...Huh?”

“Sanji, I wasn’t scared of the wolves. And I don’t actually need you protecting me. I wouldn’t be on the crew if I couldn’t fend for myself- uh,uh-!” You reach up and put a hand over his mouth as he starts to protest.  “I know you don’t want me to have to. I know that, Sanji! But I wouldn’t die if I slept in a tent ten feet away from yours. I said those things because I wanted to share a tent with you. I wanted to be intimate with you. I’ve wanted it for a really long time.”

Hand still clamped over Sanji’s mouth, you can feel his breath stop. If he was still when you kissed him, he’s a statue now, hovering motionless above you. You take your hand away in case you’re suffocating him, and it works: he starts panting like he’s letting off heat. 

“Darling, you mean that? You mean it?” 

“Yes, of course I mean it. Sanji, you’re the sweetest person I know, and I really care about you. And you drive me completely insane, I mean…” You stroke his cheek with your thumb, up and down. “The pet names and the declarations of devotion and all that. It’s not every day an incredibly attractive man treats me like a queen.” 

Sanji gasps and turns his face to kiss the palm of your hand again and again. “You deserve nothing less. You deserve the world– A-Attractive–? You really think so?”

“Very attractive. Such a cute boy…”

Sanji’s head falls down to your shoulder, and he kisses at your neck with a desperation that surprises you, sweet, chaste pecks quickly turning into long, wet drags of his lips. “Thank you,” he gasps. “You’re so beautiful, you’re so good to me–” 

“Oh, Sanji…” You moan, and Sanji moans with you, right into your neck. His hot breath against your neck makes your pussy throb; your thighs clench involuntarily and you know that Sanji feels it, because he stills for a moment before wetly kissing your collarbone.

“Did that feel good? I’m making you feel good?” 

“Sanji, you’re incredible, you’re doing perfectly–” You bury your hand in his hair and pull his head insistently to your jaw, and he yields immediately, allowing himself to be manhandled with a small, happy whine.

“My princess, my love, let me worship you…” He kisses a line under your jaw, then moves down the column of your neck. The damp patches he leaves cool almost immediately, and the chill makes you want more of his warm, bare body against you. You loop your hands around his back and tug him into you, chest to chest.

“Keep me warm,” you murmur. “Need to feel your skin against mine.” 

“Oh…” He sounds reverent. “I’ll keep you warm. I’ll take care of you. What do you need? Please tell me. You can order me around or– or pull me like you did. I want you to take what you need from me.”

“God, Sanji, you’re incredible… Can you bite my neck?”

“Bite you?” His hands settle uncertainly on your shoulders. “Angel, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“No, no, it’s not about hurting. It feels good for me. Just light bites, Sanji. You won’t hurt me, I promise.”

“Gentle? I can be gentle?”

“Yes, yes, that’s a good start– oh–” You’re cut off by the first exploratory nibble to the base of your neck. You tangle your fingers into his hair, tugging, and he hums and bites again, slightly harder.

“Oh, god–” You gasp, abandoning any effort at holding back. Sanji responds like a man starved at any reaction he can get out of you, lavishing your neck in attention and readjusting to target sensitive areas. 

“I’m not hurting you?” He barely manages to ask it, he’s so breathless.

“No, no, keep going– You can touch me.” You grab his hands and guide them away from your shoulders.

“God– please, please–” He palms your sides, just below your breasts, and you can feel that his hands are sweaty, shaking. “I want to be good. Can I touch you here? Please? I need to be a good boy for you.” 

“You can touch me anywhere, please…” You nearly forget to breathe as his hands skate up to settle under your breasts. The way he’s panting, begging, makes you feel so hot and feral, and you reach down to find the waistband of his boxers.

His hips snap forward and he lets out a trembling moan. 

“So sensitive for me…” You mutter, slipping your hand down to cup him through his boxers.

“Angel, my angel–” He nearly collapses, his kisses devolving into needy licks at your neck, living up to the image of the desperate puppy you’ve always known him to be. “Please, please, let me pleasure you first. I’m not going to last if you keep touching me–!”

He whines as you move your other hand to squeeze his ass. 

“I’m barely touching you. So desperate for me…”

“Yes, yes! I’m desperate, I’ll do anything. Please, please let me take care of you.” 

“Already begging and I didn’t even ask…” 

“Oh, god! You’re perfect, you’re truly an angel– no, a goddess–” He grinds into your hand and licks down your chest until he finds a nipple to lap at greedily. 

“Fuck!” You squeeze his cock through his boxers and he noses between your tits, pressing wet kisses to your sternum. You can hear him sniffing you, feel him tilting his head back and forth, and you laugh in affection and disbelief as you realize this is probably Sanji’s heaven: his face in a woman’s tits as she palms his erection. 

“You’re so hard for me…” You trace his erection and swipe a thumb over where the head must be. He whines into your tits. 

“You did this to me…” His voice is muffled. “Please, please, I’m about to cum. Let me take care of you first! I’m here to serve you, just call me your dog…” 

“Fuck, fuck, I’m going to go insane if you don’t touch my pussy right now–” 

Sanji whines, lifting his head up to look into your eyes. His hands scramble downwards, squeezing your tits once as if to say goodbye and then pushing desperately at your hips. You take your hands off of him and push your panties down. 

“Feel how wet I am, all for you…” 

“For me?” He huffs. “You really are? You’re wet, just for me?” 

You guide his hand between your legs and he trembles, shaking fingers brushing your folds. He carefully strokes down and gasps, gathering slick on his fingers and drawing them in a circle around your entrance. 

“You’re so warm… God, you’re so wet and hot here. Is this really for me?”

“I’m wet because of you, Sanji. You make me so wet.” You guide his fingers upwards and groan as his middle finger brushes your clit. “Right there, that’s the spot–”

“Oh…” He gasps in pure wonder, gently swirling his fingers around it. “Oh, that’s it… Is this good for you? Please, I’ve never– Never touched anyone here before…” 

You nearly come just hearing that you’re his first. He’s so excited, so nervous and eager to please, so careful in his exploration of your body, and you can’t resist pulling him down to kiss him, open-mouthed and hungry.

You break away and kiss the corner of his mouth, feeling his fingers slide wetly against you. 

“I’ll show you,” you mutter against his lips. “I can teach you.” 

You guide his fingers gently over your clit, showing him how to circle it, the right amount of pressure, the right tempo. He nods his head at each new scrap of feedback, immediately adopting your preferred method.

“You have– mm– you're very talented with your hands.”

He sighs in pure bliss, sounding every bit like he's just stretched out in a lawn chair in the sun. “It comes with the job. All this time, I thought I was training to improve my culinary skills… I know now it was all for you, to help you feel good.”

You laugh at his dramatics, then melt into a deep exhale as he strokes you just right. He picks up on the cue effortlessly, and keeps doing exactly what you like, fingers at just the right angle and pressure to draw more noises out of you. His fingers briefly dip down to gather more slick and your entire body tenses, toes curling at his fingers teasing your entrance.

“Beautiful, beautiful,” he chants. “You're so warm. Can I put my fingers inside of you? Please?��

“Yesss–” you hiss, hips rolling up into his waiting hand. “God, yes, please-”

He very gently inserts the tip of his middle finger, checking that you're okay. Frustrated, you buck forward so that his finger slips all the way in, and Sanji lets out a noise so awed you'd think he just found the All Blue.

“You're even hotter in here, and wetter–” He shivers as you clench around his finger. It's equal parts endearing and torturous when he begins thrusting his finger into and back out of you; you still his hand by taking his wrist.

“Am I doing it wrong?” He murmurs. You stroke the tender skin of his lower arm and he gasps out a delirious little laugh, like he can't believe his luck. “Please, mellorine, show me…”

“Hook your finger towards yourself, like–” you let out a squeak- “Like that–! Fuck, Sanji, right there- right there, right there, good boy–”

“F-faster? Or is this good?”

“Give me another, I'm ready– Please, I'm so wet for you I'm dripping–”

Sanji whines and quickly fumbles to add another finger, which sinks into you with a squelch that makes your jaw clench in pleasure. 

“You're so perfect,” Sanji babbles. “I can't believe this is happening, You're so beautiful, such a beautiful angel. Thank you for letting me touch you. Thank you, thank you!”

“Harder, harder, right there!”

Sanji hesitates for only a moment before giving into your demands and thrusting against your inner wall until you're near sobbing. He lets out noises of awe and words of praise at every clench around his fingers.

“Sanji, Sanji—” You keen as he finds the perfect tempo, back arching off the sleeping bag. “My clit, too – use your thumb!”

Sanji finds your clit after a moment of effort and rubs it in time to the thrusts of his fingers, remembering the amount of pressure you need, changing speeds until your breath is hitching and your hands are clamped to his shoulders. 

“Is this good for you? Are you close?” Sanji moves to kiss your ear, your throat, your chest.

“Yes, yes, it’s good– you’re such a sweet boy for me–” 

Sanji finds a nipple and begins sucking on it in earnest, face pressed insistently into your breast. His fingers curl into you again and again, his tongue swirls your nipple before he gently nibbles it, and that’s all you can take– you come with a stifled yell and shaking legs.

“Oh angel…” Sanji’s hand stills. “You just had an orgasm, didn’t you? I made you feel that good?” His voice is distant, awed, and he moves to kiss your lips as if in a daze. His mouth is wet and so is his chin, and as you come down from your high you realize your tits are soaked: he was drooling all over you. 

You cup his cheeks and pull his mouth into yours, possessed by some strange urge to lick the saliva off of him, and are met with the taste of iron. You pull away with an amused huff.

“You’re bleeding.” 

“Ah-” One hand shoots up to his nose, and he reaches out of the sleeping bag and into the cold night air to grab his shirt and wipe his face off with it. The action makes his cock graze you and you feel heat ripple through your belly, searing even hotter than before. 

“Get back in here.” You tug Sanji back to you by his shoulders and he happily complies. “Obedient boy. You’re like a little puppy dog, huh?” 

Sanji makes the happiest sound you’ve ever heard as he slumps back down into you, apparently on a new plane of bliss after successfully making you come. He scoops an arm under you and pulls you to his side, slotting a thigh between your legs and threading a hand into your hair. 

“I was good for you, wasn’t I?”

“You were excellent. And such a fast study.” You ruffle his hair and your cunt clenches as he gives a happy little moan in response. “Are you up for round two? I still have another one in me. Or more.”

“Really?” He perks up immediately: it’s action time. “Oh, mellorine, you need me again? Can I taste you?” 

“Holy fucking shit,” you gasp, closing your eyes as you feel an intense wave of pleasure crash over you. You pull his thigh closer to your core and barely resist humping him shamelessly until you’re coming all over his bare skin. “Yes, yes-”

Sanji scrambles into the sleeping bag with such urgency that it’s pulled down with him, exposing you to the biting chill of the air. 

“Sanji, Sanji–!” You grab him by the shoulders. “This isn’t working. I’m going to freeze to death!”

Sanji quickly comes back up and fusses like the sweet mother hen that he is, tucking you both back into the blankets and holding you to him. He smooths his hands up and down your arms to warm you back up.

“Is this better, sweet princess? I can’t have my beloved turning into an icicle.” 

God, he’s so sickeningly sweet it makes you need to see him made a mess of. You ponder the logistics of fucking in the sleeping bag, but decide it’s both implausible and also probably not the romantic and atmospheric way that Sanji would want to lose his virginity to you. He seems like more of a rose petals and candles type of man, and you’re happy to play along. 

“Give me your thigh.”

He presses his leg back to your core and you hiss in delight as his firm muscle puts delicious pressure on your clit and entrance. 

“Angel, you’re so wet! Please, please, can I–?” His fingers slip greedily down, and he strokes an affectionate circle over your vulva, waiting for permission.

Thinking he’s going to touch your clit again, you nod rapidly, but instead he dips his fingers into your pussy to gather slick and bring it to his mouth. He moans loudly, shivering in ecstasy as he gets a taste of you.

“You’re perfect, you’re perfect–!” He gasps into your ear, pressing his thigh upwards to give you more pressure. “You taste perfect! I always knew you were an angel. Thank you, thank you–” 

He licks every last drop from his fingers, slurping loudly and unabashedly and humming in contentment, and it drives you so insane that you thrust yourself into his thigh until you’re coming again. 

You feel your slick wetting his leg, dampening his hair (now there’s a thought that makes your already spent pussy throb, the idea that it’ll be dried by tomorrow); you waste no time in reaching down to grip him through his boxers.

“Angel– My goddess–!” He moves his hips immediately, chasing the friction you’re giving him. “You don’t have to–!” He protests, but makes no move to pull away.

“Fuck, Sanji, you’re incredible. My good boy, all for me. I want you on your knees as soon as you get back to the Sunny. Will you do that?”

“Yes! Yes, please, yes!” He sobs.

“Everyone’s going to hear how loud you’re being,” you tut, beginning to jerk him off. “They’ll know how desperate you are.”

Sanji whimpers pitifully, lips bitten to prevent the noise from carrying. Realistically, you know that if Zoro and Luffy were going to hear it, they’ve probably already heard about twenty minutes of noises they’ll want to forget by morning. 

“You’re all wet already for me, huh?” You tease, and slip your hand into his boxers to test your theory. You were absolutely right: he’s soaked in precum and achingly hard. “Did you like touching me? Did you like tasting your goddess?”

Sanji buries his face into your shoulder to stifle a shout, and comes hotly against your hand. His cum spills onto your wrist and drips down your hand, and you love it, love the physical reminder of how insane you managed to drive him: just a few strokes and he became a trembling mess.

Sanji recovers slowly, breathing hot and slow on your neck and trailing lazy kisses over your collarbone. You gently clean him and yourself with his boxers and he mumbles a thank you, kicking them off and to the bottom of the sleeping bag once you’re done. 

And then he just… gathers you in his arms and holds you. He cradles you to him like you’re the most precious thing in the world, squeezing you to his chest and threading your legs together. He presses kisses to your hairline and you let yourself melt into his chest, sticky and warm and sated.

“Did you really mean it?” He mutters into your hair.

“Mm?”

“When you said you don’t want me to tone it down. Did you mean it?”

“Of course I meant it. You know, I’m hesitant to say something in case it eggs you on too much, but I like how insane you are about women. Especially when it’s about me. You know, I might leave the bathroom door unlocked next time I bathe.”

“You– angel, you wouldn’t–!”

“I would. And you’d have to get there first before one of the other men did… I have my purity to protect, right? You wouldn’t want Zoro seeing me naked.”

“You’re teasing me.”

“Maybe a little. But seriously, Sanji. I’m crazy about you and I want you to feel free to be crazy about me, too. I mean, I’ve never been more flattered in my life than I was at how quickly you tried to eat me out. When we’re back at sea, I’m all yours. I want to see you eat me out like you’re starved.”

He gasps, cupping your cheeks and kissing your nose. “I am starved, I am…” 

“I know, baby boy.” 

Those last words break him. He squeaks and then starts to babble, and you let him process tonight’s events as you tuck the blankets in around the both of you and settle into a comfortable position. 

At some point Sanji snaps out of it and scooches towards you to be snuggled. You wrap your arms around him and pull him to your chest, and he rests his face in your breasts and instantly falls asleep.

“Idiot,” you smile widely, looking down at his head of fluffy hair rising and falling with every breath you take. 

The rain patters against the tent’s roof, and Sanji’s breath whistles while he sleeps against you, and it takes no time to drift off yourself.

[mostly-imagines]

Well, I guess that I'm going to be that person so, Jay and threesomes — delicious idea actually;

But I don't think that he would dive into the idea of sharing you with other people, especially if you two are a thing (or not, it depends on how he feels about you), like, I've seen in another ask that I unfortunately can't remember the name but it said that if you dated Roy Harper (aka Arsenal) he would share you with Jay, but if it was the opposite, our pretty vigilante wouldn't allow it.

It's clear that it's not that he doesn't trust you, more like... Uhhh? Don't trust others or the insecurity of himself? You get the idea.

Would like to elaborate more, luv?

implied NSFW content below

okay i think there’s 2 ways this could go

1 ) you know how there's a bunch of fics of jason & roy conspiring to have a threesome w reader? every single time i read one (as hot as i do find it) i think about the alternate way that conversation could go

so like you're jason's gf & roy thinks you're hot and decides to get bold bc surely jason will agree?? what’s a girl between friends, right?

he's hung out w you guys/at your apartment lots of times so he's seen you two being touchy with each other plenty.

roy shows up one night to hang and you're wearing one of jay's shirts and as far as roy can tell, no pants because his shirt is so goddamn big on you, there's no point.

"stop looking at her like that," jason's gruff voice cuts through roy's thoughts as they sit on the couch, watching you move about the kitchen.

roy looks over at jason, who doesn't return the eye contact. "i'm not looking at her like anything." he returns his gaze to you, watching your hips. “she’s pretty.”

"i know.” jason says shortly.

jason, knowing roy pretty fucking well at this point, can tell exactly where he’s going with this. he’s been extra flirty with you lately, like he’s trying to butter you up. even going as far as putting a hand on your back or against one of your thighs.

but he’s being more lenient with roy than he would be with someone else thinking about you like that. jason can live with the flirting, that’s just how roy is. the touching gets to him a little though. and the staring might kill him. might kill either one of them, actually.

roy leans back on the couch, looking back to jason, "do you remember that girl in newhaven that wanted to go home with us?"

jason turns his head to look at him, gaze narrowing in dangerously on becoming a glare.

roy shrugs, "i'm just saying. at least you like this girl. makes things easier, doesn't it? plus she's sweet, isn't she?"

jason makes a low hum of a noise that's almost a grunt. "careful."

roy sits up again, fully turning to face him, "jay, come on, i'm just thinking—"

“i know what you're thinking. drop it.”

it takes a special kind of stupid person to argue with jason when he gets serious and resolute like this and roy is not that person so he shuts up and cools it on the flirting. the sudden change in his behavior is harsh enough that you have to ask jason about it later, who, depending on how much he's still simmering about it later, may or may not tell you about what happened there.

or 2 ) roy has the ability to read a fucking room and decides its better for him to keep this idea to himself

in this scenario i see it more as something that roy cannot stop thinking about and he’s doing absolutely everything in his power to prevent himself from getting his neck snapped. he and jason are really good friends but roy’s seen first hand how jason does not play about you so he’s not going to be running any risks.

so lately he won’t look at you unless you speak to him, and then it’s only fleeting, and he’s a lot more careful about when he enters a room he knows you’re both in. he gets real stiff whenever you enter a room and has a nervousness about him that’s uncharacteristic.

but jason’s not stupid and neither are you, so you’ve both noticed a shift in the air to say the least. you’ve been unable to attribute a cause to the newfound shift in energy, though your boyfriend hasn’t had the same trouble identifying the issue.

so jason’s a little annoyed, yeah. but he can’t be that pissed because he gets it. he knows you’re an absolute killer, he assumes every guy that sees you wants you. and that’s fine, whatever. the problem starts up when it’s his best friend who pretty regularly sees you in less-than-modest clothing. jason can’t help that he gets a little possessive then.

jason doesn't necessarily know that the thing taking up roy's mind is a threesome and not just the two of you, but it honestly wouldn't make a difference anyways. it doesn't really have anything to do with whether or not he thinks roy has romantic or just sexual feelings for you, though he's pretty certain they are just sexual.

there's something in the back of his head that tells him that no one has any business seeing you the way he gets to. sex is something so personal for him, for both of you, and he honestly can't even consider the idea of anyone being involved in that other than you and him.

you’ve left the room for a minute one night and there’s an unusual tension that lingers in the air between them. both jason and roy have clocked the shift in demeanor on the others part by now and the resulting silence is devastating. for roy, that is. jason just sits with it.

“you’re not going to do anything,” jason speaks up, not taking his eyes off the drink in his hand. “right?”

the question takes roy off guard and immediately has his heart jumping in his chest. it’s instinct to lie and say ‘no, i don’t want to fuck your girlfriend, what are you talking about?’ but he decides better against it.

he shakes his head, gaze on the rug, “no, no. of course not.”

“good,” jason nods solemnly before adding, “i’d break your nose.”

“i know," roy says simply.

you'd spent longer in the other room than you needed to, hoping something would be said and resolved about whatever was going on with them. clearly at least the former had gone down because when you come back in, there's a slightly different air to the room than the one you had left. more nervous on roy's part, more sure on jason's.

you give jason a questioning look when you sit back down and he just shakes his head cooly and wraps an arm around your shoulder. you trust him well enough to believe that whatever was said was what needed to be said and it's taken care of now.

and it was—the rest of the night was easier as it went on and after a couple of somewhat strange silent exchanges between the two men, roy even started looking at you again. and maybe jason gave you a few kisses with a bit more intensity and held you a little closer than he might have otherwise, but that’s nobody else’s business but his.

[smileysuh]

redemancy

🌙 staring. Johnny & Jaehyun x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. “Jaehyun can go dance with you-” Johnny agrees and your heart swells at his innocence, his complete lack of jealousy towards your best friend Jaehyun, who, you’re beginning to realize, may provide a legitimate threat that your previous lovers were picking up on.

tw/cw. Threesome, unprotected sex, dirty talk, oral, masturbation, 69-ing, face riding, soft dom!Johnny, blowjobs, pussy eating, multiple reader orgasms, deep throating, cumming on tits, cumplay, finger sucking, cum licking, breast worship, voyeurism, praise, power dynamics, double penetration, spit rosing/Eiffel tower, etc… I pet names: (hers) princess & baby.

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 11.9k

🍭 aus. uni au, summer aesthetic, best friends to lovers, love triangle, angst, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. redemancy meaning: the act of loving someone who loves you, a love returned in full

“This is where your best friend lives?” Johnny asks, looking up at the expensive building, “Does she have roommates?”

Before you can answer, your eyes land on Jaehyun. He’s standing in front of his apartment, head dipped to look at his phone.

“There he is!” You point, and Johnny momentarily takes his eyes off of the road so he can follow your finger.

“He? Your best friend is a guy?” You can see Johnny taking in Jaehyun’s form in your peripheral vision. Your best friend looks gorgeous, as usual, his hair recently dyed a beautiful shade of rose gold pink. “Your best friend is that guy?” Johnny nearly crashes just looking at him.

“Yeah! That’s Jaehyun,” you answer.

Johnny’s not the first guy to react to Jaehyun this way. Many of the guys you’ve dated in the past have responded to your best friend in a similar manner; fear, jealousy... It’s not your fault your best friend is so beautiful.

Johnny parks the car and you’re quick to jump out, running towards Jaehyun, who turns, a smile lighting up his face, eyes scrunching with delight at the sight of you.

The two of you haven’t seen each other in a month. He’d gone on vacation with his family to New York, and you’ve missed his hugs.

You’d started dating Johnny right before Jaehyun left, and in the month that your best friend has been away, you and Johnny have become closer and closer.

Johnny’s met a few of your other friends - Ten and Mark - but he hasn’t met Jaehyun yet, and you’re excited to see if they get along. After all, you can’t have a boyfriend who doesn’t get along with Jaehyun.

You’ve had boyfriends before who couldn’t handle the close relationship you have with Jaehyun, and this unfortunate fact is one of the reasons you’ve kept Jaehyun more of a secret this time around. You hope Johnny likes you too much to let Jaehyun’s looks come between the two of you as they have in the past.

Some men just aren't strong enough to let their girlfriends be best friends with a guy who looks like a model, but you push that thought to the side.

Jaehyun scoops you up in his arms, lifting you off the ground and twirling you. He’s warm, and he smells like home, a smell you’ve missed this past month.

Johnny gets out of his car hesitantly, approaching you and Jaehyun. The two of you are a flurry of questions and answers, you’re pulling at Jaehyun’s hair, inspecting the colour, and Jaehyun is commenting on the cute new shirt you’re wearing.

It takes you a moment to notice Johnny, in the flurry of addressing Jaehyun, you’d almost forgotten about the new important man in your life. However, Johnny clearly doesn’t mind and smiles broadly when you immediately pull him to your side, wrapping your arms around him. “And this is Johnny!” you introduce. “Johnny, this is Jaehyun, my best friend.”

Jaehyun’s grin has dropped. His gaze turning harsh, judgmental, as he takes in Johnny’s form. “He’s tall,” Jaehyun notes. “You never told me he was tall.”

Jaehyun has always enjoyed being larger than the boys you bring around. Even though Jaehyun is an inch or two shorter than Johnny, his gaze is enough to intimidate anyone, even the Chicago native you’re currently clinging to.

“Be nice, Jaejae,” you scold, gently prodding Jaehyun’s shin with the toe of your shoe as you lace your fingers with Johnny’s.

“How long have you two been friends?” Johnny asks, evidently searching for a conversation starter. Johnny’s not normally an awkward guy, but this situation is tense, and you get the distinct feeling that he wants to resolve it.

“Since we were kids,” Jaehyun answers, his words short, his expression disinterested.

“We’ve had classes together since kindergarten,” you confirm. “Even though Jaehyun’s a business major, we coordinated electives to have classes together while in uni too.”

“Oh wow,” Johnny nods, and you ca see that his smile is somewhat forced.

Your phone dings and you look down. “Ten and Mark just left their place, we should go now and meet them at the club,” you announce, turning to beam up at Johnny, pressing a delicate kiss to his cheek. “Thanks again for offering to pick Jae up.” 

Johnny had agreed to pick up your best friend to go clubbing and celebrate their return to town, he hadn’t known your best friend was Jaehyun.

The three of you head back to Johnny’s car, you and Jaehyun chatting while Johnny listens. In Johnny’s car, Jaehyun sits in the middle of the back seat so he can lean forward and continue talking with you. You attempt to let Johnny into the conversation, but with so much history with Jaehyun, it’s clear that a lot is lost on the man driving.

Johnny holds your hand most of the ride, thumb brushing your skin pleasantly, as if to tell you ‘It’s okay, I’m going to make this work.’

Soon, you arrive at the bar, and once you’re there it’s easy enough to find Ten and Mark. Ten has a table that pretty much has his name etched into it, and that’s made possible by the fact that he’s close friends with a bunch of the Chinese frat boys who work here.

Johnny and Jaehyun quickly offer to go get drinks, and the two of them disappear into the crowd, leaving you with Mark and Ten who are eager to gossip.

Sure, Mark and Ten have met Johnny a few times, but this is the first time he’s meeting Jaehyun... and that’s a big deal, something everyone understands.

“Jaehyun doesn’t seem to like Johnny,” Ten states bluntly, leaning in to talk to you.

“They just met, Jaehyun never likes any of my boyfriends.”

“So he’s your boyfriend now?” Ten smirks, kicking Mark under the table to encourage the Canadian to show some enthusiasm at this development.

“No,” you immediately wave your hand, “not officially, but you know what I mean. Jaehyun hates guys I go on dates with.”

“I wonder why.” Ten sips his drink and you roll your eyes at him.

“Don’t start with the whole ‘Jaehyun is in love with you’ thing,” you warn him.

“I’m just saying, it’s September, school is starting, summer is ending, it’s just like the time when-” Mark shoves Ten with his shoulder, drawing your attention to Johnny and Jaehyun who are back with drinks.

“Beer!” Johnny announces, setting a cup down in front of Ten. He doesn’t seem to have heard the end of Ten’s comment, but Jaehyun on the other hand... his gaze is hard for a moment, jaw clenching. Then, he seems to snap out of it, a smile once more appearing on his lips.

Jaehyun playfully grabs your arm and pulls you from the booth so he can slide in, dragging you after him. Johnny gets in on your other side and just like that, you’re sandwiched between two massive, gorgeous men.

“Did we miss anything?” Johnny asks, looking at you and your friends.

Ten dives into the bar gossip, leaning in and pointing out different bar tenders who are sleeping with certain waitresses and other employees. You drown out the conversation quickly, as you’ve heard these details way too many times before. Instead, you focus on the men beside you.

Jaehyun’s thigh is next to yours, his hand on your knee under the table, which isn’t too out of the ordinary, he’s always been a touchy best friend.

Johnny has an arm wrapped around you, keeping you tucked close to his side as he begins to talk with Ten about their majors. You’re happy that Ten seems to like Johnny more and more every time they meet, and Mark is laughing at everything the elder man says.

The only friend staying quiet is Jaehyun, who sits next to you with a bored-looking expression on his face. 

He sips his beer.

Your mind wanders back to what Ten had said.

The season, the aesthetic of summer ending and school beginning.

You’d been in a very different position a year ago.

You’re suddenly very aware of Jaehyun next to you. You can feel your skin heating up, can feel the coil of anxiety in your tummy. “Johnny?” you grab his attention and the tall man dips his head to look down at you, waiting for you to say something. “Come dance with me?”

“You sure you want to dance right now?” he asks, looking at your nearly untouched drink.

“Yes, you don’t want to dance with me?” you frown.

“I do,” Johnny assures you, a warm smile on his face, “but Ten was just saying-”

“I’ll go with you,” comes Jaehyun’s smooth, steady voice.

“Jaehyun can go with you-” Johnny agrees and your heart swells at his innocence, his complete lack of jealousy towards Jaehyun, who, you’re beginning to realize, may provide a legitimate threat that your previous lovers were picking up on.

“No. I want you,” you tell Johnny sternly, not meaning for it to come out as harsh as it does. You know you’re leaving Jaehyun dejected as you slip into the crowd with Johnny, but you can’t look back.

Jaehyun watches you leave, holding onto your tall boy toy like a lifeline as you wade into the people on the dance floor. Then, when you’re out of sight, Jaehyun turns his angry gaze to Ten, “Stop trying to wingman me with her.”

Mark giggles, watching the two stubborn men size each other up.

“You need to tell her how you feel,” Ten says.

“No, I don’t.” Jaehyun glares back.

“Do you think she told Johnny about it?” Mark asks quietly.

“It.” Ten laughs, “Mark are you a kid? Just say what happened, ask the question properly.” He looks to Jaehyun. “Do you think she told Johnny about the time she graciously let you eat her out at the end of the summer, last year?”

“I don’t think she even told Johnny I was a dude.” Jaehyun falls back against the booth.

Mark and Ten both look at each other and grimace. “That’s not good.”

“I know,” Jaehyun groans.

“She really likes Johnny,” Ten says almost thoughtfully.

Jaehyun looks out at the crowd, it’s easy enough to find Johnny because he’s taller than the other people around. Johnny’s head is dipped down, his lips pressed against yours, one hand cupping your cheek.

Something inside Jaehyun ignites and his hands clench at his sides. He finishes his drink, then stands up, entering the crowd. He finds the prettiest girl he can, the prettiest girl other than you, and within ten minutes he has her pressed against the door in the bathroom, his hand between her legs.

It’s two AM when Jaehyun looks at his phone next. He’s standing on his terrace, the warm night air ruffling his hair. Inside his room, a gorgeous brunette is asleep in a tangle of sheets. Jaehyun’s eyes scan the text message you’d sent an hour ago, and he feels a twinge of guilt at having missed it.

Baby (1:02AM) : Let me know you made it home safe!

Jaehyun takes a deep breath, quickly typing back.

Your phone screen lights up the room, making you open your eyes from the restless half-slumber you’d been trying to use as a distraction.

Behind you, Johnny is asleep, one of his arms thrown over your torso.

You slide from bed slowly, moving so you can go stand outside on Johnny’s terrace. It’s a beautiful night and the moon looks gorgeous in the sky as you assess your phone.

JaeJae (2:06AM) : Got home safe, hope you did too

JaeJae (2:08AM) : Goodnight, sleep well princess : )

You call him before you can stop yourself, and he answers immediately, voice hushed.

“Hey,” you say.

“Hi. What are you doing still awake?” he asks softly.

“Couldn’t sleep without knowing you’d gotten home, you know?” You shrug, pulling Johnny’s hoodie tighter around your body. Three stories below, a cop car drives by, the siren cutting through the summer night air.

You hear your best friend smile on his end of the phone. “You outside?”

“Yeah, you?”

“Uh-huh.” A brief quiet, then, “the moon is nice.”

Your gaze lifts. “It is…” You open your mouth to say something else when you hear a female voice call out “Jae” in a whiney tone that has your skin turning cold.

“Fuck, I have to go.”

Your heart drops in your chest, but you try to sound positive when you say, “Yeah, it’s okay, you should sleep, I’ll see you soon?”

“We’ll do movie night tomorrow,” he suggests. “I’ll text you.”

“Okay, goodnight.”

“Night princess.” He hangs up and you let out a deep breath.

You stay outside for a few minutes longer, looking at the sky. When you head inside, returning under the covers, Johnny pulls you close, burying his face in your neck. “Where were you?” he asks.

“Outside,” you answer, breathing in as Johnny’s body warms you up, his lips pressing soft kisses to your skin. “Go back to sleep,” you whisper softly, turning in Johnny’s arms so you can run your fingers through his hair, looking at his beautiful face.

Johnny gives you a gentle, lazy smile, pouting out his lips for one last kiss before he adjusts against his pillow. Within moments he’s asleep again.

You stay awake for a while, thinking about the events of tonight. Jaehyun had disappeared when you’d come back from the dance floor. What was supposed to be a get-together for Jaehyun and Johnny to get comfortable with each other, had turned into something else. But part of you can’t blame Jaehyun for slipping away, not after you’d been so clear about rejecting his offer of dancing with you, insisting that Johnny be the one to join you amongst the waves of people. 

With another huff, you close your eyes, falling asleep a short while later.

When you dream, you dream of dark, handsome eyes. The eyes are not attached to a body, instead, they float in a cloud of colors, some dark, some light. You feel warm, and even in your sleep, you can feel yourself smiling.

“Jae, why are you always single?” you had asked, cuddled close to your best friend.

Jaehyun laughed. “Cuz I’m ugly,” he responded simply, although you both knew this to be the opposite of the truth.

You smacked your best friend lightly, beaming up at him. “Don’t say that about yourself.” You paused, examining his face. “For real. Don’t you ever want to have a girlfriend?”

He’d had one in sixth grade for a week, but that had been the only time in his life he’d ever had an official ‘girlfriend’. You were heading into another year of university, and the summer had been full of fun activities. You’d both been single, and this had given you the freedom to spend every waking moment together, driving around, going to amusement parks, scouring old record shops-

Jaehyun shrugged. “Don’t need one.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “I know you can get laid whenever you want Jae, but I mean don’t you want the other stuff? Someone to come home to, someone to give pet names to, and love, and take home to meet your parents-”

As you listed things, Jaehyun wondered if you even realized that everything you mentioned were things he already had... with you.

He watched your beautiful face with a smile, and finally, he shrugged again. “I just don’t like commitment.” It was true, you were the only thing in his life he’d ever been committed to, the only thing he needed. Anything else, he was ready to drop at a moment’s notice, and he enjoyed living that way.

You frowned at his words. “Is it really that easy for you to just turn feelings off? To sleep with people and just... not care about them afterward?”

“I don’t know if it’s like that.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I care sometimes, I just don’t catch feels, there’s a difference. Sex can be just sex. If two people are horny, why not have some fun, you know?”

He’d watched the way you’d licked your lips at his words, and the sight turned him on more than he’d ever be able to tell you.

“So... if I was horny, and I asked you for sex, we could do that and it wouldn’t change our friendship at all?” you asked, clearly scared to meet his gaze. He could sense your fear of rejection, and it was a fear he wanted to quickly squash.

“Of course,” Jaehyun answered fluidly, his tone turning teasing. “Why, are you horny?” 

“It's just, people have always said you have amazing tongue game, and well-”

“You want to know if it’s true because most guys you’ve slept with have sucked at oral.” Jaehyun finished your sentence for you, something he’d been doing since you were kids.

Mimicking his earlier action, you shrugged, and that was all it took to give Jaehyun permission. His fingers went under your chin, forcing you to look up at him, and then he kissed you for the first time.

He’d wondered for years what kissing you would be like, but he’d never dared to try, to worried about how it would affect your friendship. But you’d just confirmed that nothing would have to change, there wouldn’t be any messy feelings with this. He could kiss you now, and still have you in his life tomorrow.

You leaned into the kiss, and Jaehyun could sense that you felt you had something to prove- to prove to him that you were just as good as any of the sorority girls or Instagram models he’d fucked.

He pulled you onto his lap, hands anchoring your waist, forcing you to grind down against him. He could feel his cock throbbing for you already, if only you knew how crazy you make him. A small whine escaped your lips and Jaehyun smirked, eating it up. “Ready to see what all the fuss is about?”

The music is loud, but then again, Jaehyun’s always had the best speakers to complement his extensive record collection. You’re dancing in his kitchen, waiting for the popcorn to pop in the microwave.

Your hips are moving to the beat of the song, and you don’t realize that Jaehyun’s eyes are glued to you.

Ten was right about summer feelings, and Jaehyun’s chest is empty while he watches you.

Life with you has always been easy. So easy that he’s somehow taken it for granted.

Jaehyun wants to tell you everything. Wants to tell you that he had lied when he said he could control whether or not he caught feelings. Wants to tell you that his heart has been yours since that day you were five and scraped your knee on the playground, he’d been assigned to take you to the nurse and had held your hand the whole way there, even kissed your bandaged knee, announcing ‘all better’ to the world.

He wants to tell you what he should have told you the moment he’d made you cum on his tongue last August, that he loves you. That he wants you to be his.

But Jaehyun is terrified of you. Terrified that you only see him as a friend, that the sex proposition you’d given him nearly a year ago had been purely physical.

He thought he could live a life with you as his half-girlfriend, fulfilling all the girlfriend duties minus the sex, which he could get at any time from any girl he wanted. But now Jaehyun knows that this idea was stupid, because seeing you with guys- seeing you with Johnny, has made him realize he could lose you.

Jaehyun had originally invited you to go on vacation with his family for a month, but you’d chosen to stay because you’d already planned a weekend getaway with Johnny and the dates had clashed. Jaehyun had even offered to fly you to meet his family a week late, but you’d declined.

The whole month he’d been gone he’d been missing you, hoping he could come back and things would return to normal, only to return and find you clinging to Johnny and happier than ever.

Jaehyun’s heart clenches in his chest.

He’s been called selfish before, but never when it comes to you.

Looking at you dance in the kitchen, he wants to be selfish for the first time.

As the microwave dings, signaling your food is done, you turn to excitedly tell Jaehyun, only to be met with a solid body standing so close you nearly smack into his chest.

Jaehyun grabs your face with both his hands, and before you can say anything, he presses his lips to yours.

He tastes just like he did a year ago, and the emotions all come flooding back. The confusion, the heartache- but despite this, the happy feelings are there too. The love that you’ve tried so hard to bury is unearthed, and your mind goes blank. You lean into the kiss-

Your phone rings and you nearly jump out of Jaehyun’s grasp, recognizing Johnny’s special ringtone that the two of you had chosen one day while on a coffee date. American Boy by Estelle, a song Johnny ‘identifies with’.

Until now, the song has always made you happy.

But standing in Jaehyun’s kitchen, with both of you staring at your phone, instead of happiness, the emotion you feel is guilt.

You begin to reach for your phone but Jaehyun grabs your hand instead, urging you to look at him. “Don’t answer it,” he says, voice cracking a little. His eyes are serious and they search yours for a sign, for something to tell him how you’re feeling.

“Jae-”

You know he loves the nickname you have for him, and part of you regrets it the moment it leaves you, because you’re sure that it will give him hope. You close your mouth, not sure where to look, so you look at the ground.

“Tell me you love me,” His voice is soft, as soft as you’ve ever heard it.

“I do love you,” you sigh.

His hand is still holding yours, and he gives it a small squeeze. “Tell me you love me more than him.”

Your heart clenches in your chest and you can feel your skin heating up. You’re confused and guilty, and you feel as if he’s pressuring you, which is not a good combination.

Jaehyun’s fingers go under your chin, forcing you to look up at his beautiful dark eyes. He looks so perfect, and it’s always taken your breath away, but now, with an uncharacteristically vulnerable expression on his face, he’s ethereal.

“Tell me you’ll be mine,” Jaehyun whispers, “not his.”

Those last two words - not his - spark something inside of you and you tear your hand from Jaehyun’s grasp.

“I can’t believe you,” you spit, anger fuelling into your soul. “You always get like this, you’re so competitive. It feels like every time I’m with a guy, you get so upset that I’m giving my attention to someone else. You’ve had years, Jae. Years to tell me you love me and-” You choke a little on your words and laugh. “You know the funny part? You haven’t even said it. You’ve been trying to get me to tell you that I love you- not even just that, you want me to tell you I love you more than Johnny!”

“You know I love you.” Jaehyun looks crushed, a pained expression on his face, and you’re aware that you’ve never yelled at him like this.

“I was in love with you for years, Jae!” You feel tears begin to spill from your eyes and you will them to disappear. “But you never wanted commitment! You never wanted me!”

“I did! I do!” he insists. “I just never realized-”

“Never realized,” you scoff, repeating his words back to him. “You’re just mad Johnny’s getting my attention. How dare you! How dare you see how happy Johnny makes me and try to mess that up after you’ve had years to say something!” You grab your phone and go to the door, leaving your purse and your shoes, too eager to escape to care. You simply leave, and Jaehyun doesn’t follow.

It isn't until he sits down on the couch minutes later that he realizes something. “I was in love with you for years, Jae!” you’d said. Was. As in, past tense. 

As in, no longer.

Jaehyun pulls a pillow to his chest, the one you always cuddle with when you watch movies. It still smells like you. Jaehyun buries his face in your scent, and for the first time in a long time, he allows himself to cry.

Johnny’s chest is warm and secure. His arms hold you tightly as you cry, one of his hands petting the back of your head gently as you get rid of all the negativity balled up inside of you with tears that seem to last forever.

When you finally stop crying, Johnny sets you down on the couch, wrapping you in blankets and getting you tissues. He doesn’t ask what’s wrong, he’s always very good at knowing the right time to be quiet and give you space. You’re sure he knows you’ll tell him what’s wrong when you’re able to.

As you begin to calm down, Johnny makes you your favorite tea, bringing it to you in a mug with your first initial on it, he’s bought it for his apartment two weeks into dating to show you that you always have a place, and a cup, in his apartment.

Your phone rings and Johnny looks at it. “It’s Mark,” he tells you. “Should I answer?”

You shake your head and Johnny sets your phone down.

A few seconds later it rings again. “It’s Ten,” Johnny says softly.

“Just turn it off,” you frown, and Johnny does as he’s told, watching you sip your tea.

“Can I get you anything else, baby?” he asks.

You shake your head, staying quiet.

“Baby, if you don’t tell me what happened soon, I’m going to have to go out and start fighting people in the street. Whoever made my girlfriend cry is gonna-”

“Girlfriend?” You perk up a little and Johnny laughs.

He reaches out and pinches your chin lightly. “Knew that would make you smile,” he beams, “and yeah, I mean... unless you don’t want to be, unless it’s too soon.”

You set your tea down and nearly tackle Johnny onto the couch, making him laugh into the kiss that you eagerly press to his lips. 

“Wow, baby, if I knew it was this easy to make you happy I would have asked you to be my girlfriend ages ago,” Johnny says when you finally stop kissing him. 

You laugh at the notion. “No, ages ago would have been too soon.”

You’re laying on top of him on the couch, your legs on either side of his waist. You look down at his beautiful face and infectious smile. He’s so sweet, so soft, so exactly what you need. His hands rub your back soothingly and you know you love him.

You’d loved him since date number two, when he’d seen a little girl crying at the bottom of a tree and proceeded to climb the tree to rescue a kitten, who had clung to him so tight it had cut his arm, but Johnny hadn’t minded. The little girl’s mother had offered to pay Johnny for his heroic deed but he’d objected, instead accepting a pretty flower the little girl had offered, which he had then given to you.

Johnny is perfect... so why do you still feel confused and conflicted about Jaehyun?

“Something happened with Jaehyun,” you say, looking into Johnny’s eyes as he strokes your face.

“Uh oh, you’re calling him by his full name, he must have really messed up.” Johnny is always so good at remembering everything you tell him, good at picking up on your verbal cues, sometimes even before you do. “What happened?” His thumb brushes under your eye soothingly, ready to wipe away any tear that escapes.

“He... it was very weird,” you confess. “I think he tried to tell me he loved me, but he did it in a really weird way, and it made me really upset.”

“When you say ‘he tried to tell me he loved me’ you mean... like, love as in, I’m in love with you. Not just friend love?” Johnny clarifies.

“I think so. He tried to make me tell him I love him more than I love you.”

“Aw, baby, you love me?” Johnny’s expression softens and despite the negative emotions you’re feeling, you still beam at him.

“Yeah, and I’m your girlfriend now, so I’m allowed to say it,” you tease, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips.

“I love you too, baby.” He kisses you back, only breaking the kiss to let you continue your story. “Then what happened?”

“He wanted me to dump you,” you tell him, quickly continuing with, “and that’s crazy, of course. Jaehyun’s always like this. Whenever I’m seeing a guy, he gets so territorial.”

“You two have been friends for a long time,” Johnny points out.

“Aren’t you mad he tried to break us up?” you ask, shocked at your boyfriend's calm demeanor.

Johnny shakes his head. “I understand where he’s coming from. I’m not sure you being taken would have stopped me from trying to get you to be mine either.”

You think about his words. “I’m just-” You take a deep breath, not sure how to even say how you’re feeling.

Luckily, you don’t have to. Johnny can read you, and somehow he takes your emotions and puts them into words for you. “You’re confused because this is the first time he’s told you about his feelings and you’ve been in love with him before, but you’re with me now, so it’s not easy to know what to do with the feelings this must have brought up.”

You smile sadly at Johnny. “How do you know me so well?”

“I just do.” He kisses your nose. “I can see why you’d be conflicted about that.”

“You can?”

“Of course.”

“I’m sorry, I know this puts you in a weird position-”

“it doesn’t,” Johnny assures you. “You have feelings for Jaehyun that have been there a long time, that doesn’t make your feelings for me any less real, you know?”

“Johnny, you’re perfect.”

“So I’ve been told,” he laughs. “I’m glad you talked to me about this, communication is really important.”

“I’m glad too, but I have to tell you something else... He kissed me, just for a moment, and it was so shocking-”

“Did you kiss him back?” This is the first time Johnny frowns.

“I don’t think so, it happened so fast and then my phone rang. But I yelled at him and left right after, then you came and picked me up, and now here we are,” you explain.

Johnny is quiet for a moment, then he looks over at your phone. “So this is why Ten and Mark won’t stop calling.”

“It’s fine, I can talk to them tomorrow,” you brush it off.

“I think you should call them back,” Johnny says. “Your friends are important, and this is something they know more about than I do. It might help for you to talk to them. You can go on the balcony if you want, I’ll go to my room and work on some stuff with headphones to give you privacy.”

“Are you sure?” you ask.

“Yeah, and when you’re done, come to bed and we’ll cuddle and watch a Disney movie or something to make you feel better okay?”

“Johnny?”

“Yeah, princess?”

“I do really love you.”

“And I really love you too.” Johnny beams at you, then he grabs your phone, handing it to you. “Now go call your friends and take however long you need to clear your head and sort this out, I’ll be here for you when you’re done.”

You press one more kiss to his soft lips before getting up and going to the terrace. You call Ten first, but he’s quick to add Mark to the line, and soon, you’re telling them everything that happened.

“I can’t believe Jae finally manned up and told you,” Mark says when your story is done.

“I can’t believe he tried to make you tell him you love him more than Johnny,” Ten muses. “That dude is fucked in the head sometimes.”

You let out a deep sigh, not wanting to verbally agree with the statement, but what Ten has said is true. Jaehyun has never been great with handling emotions, and tonight’s actions are just one reflection of that fact.

“So what now?” Mark asks. “I mean- Jae was messaging me as soon as you left, which is why we called, but I told him to just give you space.”

You take a deep breath, looking out at the streets below. “Space is a good idea.”

“I mean… you’re with Johnny now, officially, and you just said you love each other,” Ten points out. “Looks like Jae seriously missed the boat.”

“I’m still shocked Johnny’s not mad,” Mark chuckles anxiously. 

“Yeah, he’s taking this really well, all things considered,” Ten agrees. “Although… you didn’t tell him about the time Jaehyun ate you out.”

“I was going to-” you admit. “But it was already so much on his plate to begin with…”

Your friends stay quiet, giving you space to process everything.

“You’ve had a long night,” Mark says finally. “Maybe you should sleep on it.”

“Sleep on what?” you laugh, annoyance flooding through you at the whole situation. 

“I guess- I just thought…” You hear Mark swallow thickly. “I thought maybe this would change things.”

“It changes nothing,” you state, but you’re sure you all know how big of a lie that is.

Jaehyun admitting he has feelings for you changes everything- perhaps the only thing it doesn’t change is how you feel for Johnny.

“Sleep on it,” Ten agrees. “If you need anything, let us know.”

“You should really eat something,” Johnny says, carefully settling down onto the couch next to you. He has a bowl of fried rice in his hands, and he holds it out. 

“I don’t feel like it,” you frown. “My stomach is in knots.”

He simply looks at you for a moment, then he reaches over to place the food on the coffee table. Once he’s relaxed again, body angled toward yours, he gently takes your hand. “What can I do to make this better?”

“You’re already doing more than enough,” you admit. “Part of me feels like I don’t deserve it.”

“Of course you deserve it,” Johnny insists. 

“Yeah, but we’re still so new… most guys I’ve dated met Jaehyun and dumped me pretty soon after, I’m used to it by now.”

“Sounds like you’ve been dating insecure pieces of shit.”

You can’t help but chuckle at his words, and you nod in agreement. “I guess that’s probably true.” You take a deep breath. “I have something else to tell you.”

“Okay.” Johnny gives you the space to collect your thoughts.

“Last summer, Jaehyun and I…” you release a pent-up sigh. “Gosh, this feels so vulgar to even admit- he uh… he ate me out.” Part of you doesn’t want to look at Johnny, but another side of you needs to see his reaction, so you take a peek at your new boyfriend. 

He lets out a surprised laugh. “Okay?”

“Is it okay?” you press.

“Yeah? Honestly, I was expecting you to say the two of you had fucked before, so hearing he only ate you out is kind of… underwhelming? But in a good way.” He strokes your hand gently. 

“You’re taking this whole thing really well,” you tell him, unable to help the smile that works its way onto your face.

“I mean, you’re hot, he’s hot- and this whole eating out thing was last year, I’d be an asshole to hold it against you.”

“Yes, it was last year, but then he kissed me last night, so that’s more recent, and I just wanted to come clean with you on everything.”

“I appreciate that.” Johnny offers you a smile. “Come here.” He pulls you into a hug, and your entire body relaxes in his embrace. He holds you until you move away, and when you settle back against the couch, his hand finds yours again, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “So what are you thinking about this whole thing now?”

“I mean… I’m with you. Jaehyun had his chance, and he never took it. I’m frustrated that it took him seeing me happy to finally admit his feelings, but that doesn’t change how I feel about you.” 

Johnny nods, and you can see the cogs of his mind working away behind his chocolate-brown eyes. 

“You look like you want to say something,” you muse after a few moments of silence.

“I’m just thinking,” Johnny tells you, and now it’s your turn to give him space to process. “Listen, you’re right about things being new between the two of us.” You can tell Johnny is choosing his words very carefully. “If we were a few months further along with this, I wouldn’t be suggesting what I’m about to say to you, but I think we’re at a place where what I’m going to offer is doable because we don’t have a steady rhythm yet.”

Your heart lurches into your throat and you hang onto his next words.

“As I said last night, you and Jaehyun have history. I can tell that you’re torn, and I appreciate your loyalty to me even though we’ve only been dating a short while,” Johnny states. “However, even with all of that said, I don’t want to be the reason you don’t explore something with him, something that’s clearly been building for years. And unlike all those other insecure assholes you’ve dated, I’m really not the jealous type.”

You blink at Johnny, doing your best to register the unsaid connotation of what he’s suggesting.

“So…” Johnny swallows thickly, “as long as what we have doesn’t change too much, as long as we still spend a lot of time together, I wouldn’t be opposed to sharing you with him, if that’s something you’d be interested in.”

You stare at him blankly. “Sharing.”

“Yeah, sharing,” Johnny laughs. “I mean, he’s your best friend, so if this whole shit show hadn’t happened, I would have been sharing you a lot anyways.”

“How are you so chill with all of this?” 

Johnny simply shrugs. “I guess I’ve never been one to feel that restricted by cultural expectations. Some people have more than enough love to share it, and it’s clear that there’s room for two people in your heart. I’m just the lucky son of a bitch that gets the chance to have part of you, despite your long history with Jaehyun.”

There’s nothing you can really say as you look at the man who’s already turned your life upside down. All you can do is whisper an honest, “I love you,” before pressing your lips to his.

Johnny kisses you back, one hand moving to cup your face as he lays you down onto the couch.

You get lost in him, your tumultuous thoughts about Jaehyun dissipating as Johnny takes over.

Jaehyun nearly jumps out of bed when his phone rings and your contact appears on the screen. He almost drops his phone in his haste to answer, his fingers becoming almost butter-like with anxiety. Still, he manages to hit the accept button, and his heart hammers in his chest when he says a meager, “Hello?”

It’s silence on the other end, and Jaehyun has to double-check the call didn’t drop. Then, “Hi.”

He doesn’t even know what to say to you. He has so many things that want to come out, a flurry of thoughts and feelings- but he decides on the safe option, which is a quick, “I’m sorry.”

Silence.

“I’m uh- I shouldn’t have kissed you. Shouldn’t have told you to tell me you love me more than your boyfriend. That was uh…” he remembers what Mark told him, “wrong. It was wrong for me to do that.”

“It was,” you agree, and the words hurt him. Jaehyun maybe partly expected you to say it was all okay, to absolve him of the guilt he’s feeling, but no- this is a burden he’s going to have to carry from now on. “I’m still not happy about it.” God, another cut to his heart. “Saying that, however, I have a proposition for you.”

“A proposition?” Confusion sets in.

“I want you to talk to Johnny.”

“Johnny?” Jaehyun is shocked. “For what? Is he going to kick my ass or something?”

He can hear a hint of a smile on your lips when you assure him, “He’s not going to kick your ass.”

“Are you a hundred percent sure? Because that guy is bigger than me and we both know I rely on my face to survive.”

“I’m sure,” you sigh. “I’m going to give him your number, just wanted to let you know.”

Jaehyun fiddles with the sleeve of his hoodie. “We’re still friends right?”

“Yes, Jae, we’re still friends. I’m just… processing all of this.”

Yet again, Jaehyun pulls up a saying from one of your close mutuals, going for one of Ten’s classic, “Valid,” statements. 

“Anyways, I should go, but yeah, Johnny will text you.”

“Okay, goodnight.”

You hang up the phone and Jaehyun lets out a deep breath, collapsing back onto his bed. He’s happy you called and touched base, but he has no idea what to expect from your new boyfriend.

Johnny is waiting at the cafe when Jaehyun arrives. He’d taken the liberty of getting Jaehyun’s coffee order from you before he’d left his apartment, so when the pretty man walks in, there’s no time wasted with him standing in line.

Offering a smile, Johnny waves your best friend over, pushing the cup toward Jaehyun’s side of the table.

Jaehyun stands there for a moment, looking down at the coffee and then up at Johnny. “This is weird,” he says finally.

“It’s about to get weirder,” Johnny jokes. “Sit down.”

With a sigh, Jaehyun does as he’s told, his eyes averted. 

Johnny is used to guys being scared of him due to his size alone, and more than almost anyone, Jaehyun has a reason to be on edge. After only meeting once, there’s no way for Jaehyun to know Johnny is a gentle giant, and the elder man is quick to attempt to rectify this. “I’m not here to fight,” he says softly.

“I’d understand if you were,” Jaehyun sighs. “I kissed your girlfriend and tried to break the two of you up.”

Johnny can only laugh. “I’m not the jealous type.”

“That makes one of us.”

“At least you can admit to that,” Johnny notes. “That’s a good start. I can understand why you’d be jealous, I mean, I’m dating your best friend, and from what Mark and Ten tell me, you’ve been into her for a long time.”

Jaehyun simply shrugs, looking down at his untouched coffee.

“Look, I didn’t come here for an apology,” Johnny says.

“You didn’t?”

“No, y/n’s the one you need to apologize to, she’s the one you need to smooth things over with. The whole kiss situation was very… confusing for her, and I’m sure you can understand why.”

“I guess.” Jaehyun reaches up and rubs the back of his neck.

“She cares about you,” Johnny states, and for the first time since sitting down, Jaehyun meets his gaze. “You two have a bond that goes back for years. You’re an important part of her life, and she doesn’t want to lose that.”

“That’s nice to hear and everything, but shouldn’t she be the one telling me this?” Jaehyun asks.

“I’m sure once things settle over, she will, but first, we have to discuss a few things.” 

“I’m listening.”

“I’d like to think that you being semi-combative right now has more to do with the whole kiss thing than you not liking me,” Johnny admits with a laugh. “Because if you don’t like me, what I’m about to suggest is never going to work out.”

Jaehyun simply looks Johnny up and down, remaining silent.

“It’s obvious y/n cares about you,” Johnny states. “She cares about me too. And I know she has room for both of us, if we can get along.”

“Of course she has room for both of us, I’m her best friend.”

“I mean… she has room for both of us as more than friends.”

“Huh?”

Johnny finds it almost comical how confused Jaehyun looks. “What I’m saying is- even if the kiss never happened, I’d be sharing her with you. But the kiss did happen, and it’s clear you want something more- she and I are still very new in our relationship, and with newness comes… flexibility.” 

“Flexibility,” Jaehyun repeats, and there’s not a hint of two working brain cells behind those pretty eyes of his. 

Johnny can’t help but let out a chuckle. He reaches for his coffee, leaning back against his chair. “Yeah, flexibility.” He sips on his drink while Jaehyun takes time to process.

“So you’re saying…” Jaehyun looks to Johnny to finish the sentence, but Johnny doesn’t want to give him that satisfaction. He wants to see Jaehyun work it out himself. “You’re saying… you’re… flexible… about… sharing… your girlfriend.”

“Uh huh.” 

“And… what did… uh, what did she say about all of this?”

Johnny shrugs. “She’s open to it. Like I said, she’s still a little upset about how this whole thing happened, but you two have history, if you apologize enough, she’ll work through it.”

“And you’re… completely chill about all of this?” Jaehyun asks.

“I suggested it.”

“You did?”

“It’s a two birds, one stone kind of problem, don’t you think?”

Jaehyun cocks his head to the side. “Are we the birds?” 

Johnny can only smile. “Sure.”

“So… now what?”

“Now, we try to be friends, you fix things with y/n, and we see what happens.”

“What do you get out of all of this?” Jaehyun asks, and there’s a hint of suspicion in his eyes. “You know I’m straight, right?”

Johnny nearly chokes on his coffee. “Dude. We’re both straight.”

“Okay, I was just checking.”

“Look- I care about y/n, she cares about you. I’d rather do this and keep her, than have your history impact my future. Also… I mean, in this day and age of adult content, I think a lot of us have… watcher tendencies, wouldn’t you say?”

“I’m a doer, not a watcher,” Jaehyun insists.

“You don’t watch any porn?”

“I never said that.”

Jaehyun is lucky he’s pretty.

You’re watching a show when your phone rings. Johnny is passed out behind you, and you’re quick to answer the call so the sound doesn’t wake him. “One sec,” you whisper to Jaehyun on the other end of the line, checking over your shoulder. Johnny is still asleep and as you gently wiggle from his grasp, he stirs slightly but repositions and continues his gentle snores.

You go out onto the terrace, bringing your phone to your ear. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he responds.

“So… how’s it going?” you ask.

Jaehyun lets out a sigh. “Weird day.”

“Yeah, Johnny told me all about it.”

“I guess that’s not a shock,” Jaehyun admits. “What did he say?”

“He told me about your talk.” You swallow thickly. “Said… said you were open to his suggestion.”

“The whole sharing thing,” your best friend clarifies.

“Yeah.”

“What do you think about it?” he asks.

You choose your words carefully. “I think it’s an interesting idea.”

“Yeah?”

“I mean… you and I do have a history.”

“We do,” he agrees.

“I just… you don’t date, Jaehyun. I’m still mad at you that you waited so long to make a move. I’m mad that when you kissed me, you still tried to make me tell you I love you, and you didn’t confess many of your own feelings.”

You hear him swallow thickly. “I’m sorry about that. I didn’t do any of it correctly.”

“So how would you have done it? Correctly, I mean.”

“I should have told you how I felt a long time ago,” he admits. “It shouldn’t have taken you finding someone like Johnny to make me snap.”

“No, it shouldn’t have. You’re lucky he’s such a wonderful guy that he didn’t come knock your teeth in.”

“I am lucky,” Jaehyun says softly. There’s a beat of silence then, “That night, you said you were in love with me for years… it felt very past tense.”

“And? Is there a question there?”

“I guess… I’m just… You don’t love me anymore?”

“It’s complicated.”

“But you want to try this whole threesome thing,” he points out. “So… that must mean there’s still feelings.”

“It’s not just a threesome thing,” you point out. “Johnny’s suggesting an actual sort-of-open sort-of-closed relationship where I can date both of you.”

“Right, yeah.”

“How do you feel about that?”

“Good?”

You can’t help but laugh. “Talk to me, Jae.”

“I just… Won’t it be weird if you’re dating two guys?”

You think about it for a moment. “Maybe. But, even if I was just dating Johnny and you were my best friend- we’ve acted like a couple for a long time, don’t you think?”

“I guess.”

“Maybe this is a good test to see if you can actually do commitment,” you suggest.

“Maybe.”

“That doesn’t sound promising.”

“I guess I’m just worried about how it will be with Johnny.”

“You mean how jealous you’ll get.”

“It was hard to see him with you.”

“And yet, he’s open to seeing us be happy. Why do you think it’s so hard for you to watch me be happy with someone else?”

“Because I want to be the main source of your happiness, I guess.”

Why is that kind of sad? Why do you find yourself frowning?

“Look, we can give it a try, have a little date, and see how things feel.”

“A date,” he repeats, and you can hear the smile in his words. “That sounds nice.”

“Maybe you could come over to Johnny’s place and we can get takeout and watch a movie or something.”

“Right, Johnny will be there.”

“Of course he’ll be there.” Maybe this isn’t such a good idea. 

“Sorry, I was just- I don’t know, I thought maybe it would be a separate dates situation.”

“It’s a triangle, not a ‘V’ where I do separate things with you both.”

“But you’re with him alone right now.”

“Cuz he’s my boyfriend?” Jaehyun’s starting to annoy you now. “Jaehyun, we’re inviting you into this, into our relationship, of course I’m going to spend more time alone with him than with you.”

You’ve never been one to fight with Jaehyun, but after that kiss- well, he’s getting on your nerves more and more, and you’re worried about what the outcome of this little experiment will be. 

“Right, sorry, I’m still not thinking straight,” Jaehyun apologizes.

“If you don’t want to do this-”

“I do,” he insists. “I want- I want you, and if that means I have to jump through these hoops, then, I guess I’ll jump through these hoops.”

“I’m not sure this will be a great fit,” you admit. “You’re just so possessive, Jae, you always have been.”

“I’m working on it, I promise.”

You let out a deep breath. “It’s late. We can talk tomorrow.”

“Okay. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

It’s odd to have Jaehyun coming into Johnny’s apartment, and you find yourself clinging to your boyfriend while he gives your best friend a small tour. Jaehyun is cordial, his gaze slipping to you more frequently than not, and you do your best to see the possibility of this whole situation working out.

You’re still confused about your feelings, but it’s kind of nice to have an open space to explore them like this. Johnny truly is the best person you’ve ever met- he’s so understanding, and you don’t want to hurt him in any way, shape, or form.

It’s difficult to wrap your head around the fact that he’s cool with the idea of sharing. Too many social norms and expectations create an anxiety that’s swirling in your gut as the takeout arrives and the three of you settle in the living room.

“What sort of movies do you watch, Jaehyun?” Johnny asks, already scrolling through Netflix.

“Rom-coms and horror mostly.”

“Those are pretty different genres,” your boyfriend laughs. “What do you think, baby? Romance, or horror?”

You’re not particularly in the mood for watching a rom-com with Jaehyun, besides, you’ve seen so many of them with him already. “Let’s do a scary movie,” you decide.

“Works for me,” Johnny nods, switching to the horror section.

The three of you eat your takeout while discussing movies, and you end up settling on some ghost horror film none of you have seen before. You immediately settle in with Johnny, becoming his small spoon out of habit. Jaehyun, meanwhile, shifts awkwardly at the end of the couch.

You try not to think too much about Jaehyun, and the cheap scares in the film are enough to distract you. At your back, Johnny’s soft snores tell you he’s fallen asleep, but his warm arms keep you close.

“This feels weird,” Jaehyun says after a while.

“What does?” you sigh.

“I fucked up, and you’re still mad at me.”

“Part of me thought you were going to say it’s weird seeing me with Johnny,” you admit.

“Shockingly enough, I’m getting used to seeing you as a couple. Told you I’d work on my jealousy, didn’t I?”

You can’t help but laugh. “I guess maybe things are a little tense still, but that will go away with time.”

“Will it?”

“Yeah?”

Jaehyun shifts on the couch. “I am sorry. You know I’m sorry.” 

“I know,” you nod. 

Jaehyun doesn’t say anything else, but this small interaction has helped. When the movie finishes, you and Johnny walk Jaehyun to the door. He gives you a lingering hug goodbye before you go to bed with Johnny, happy with how the ‘date’ had gone.

Things are getting more normal, and you find yourself at a club with Jaehyun, Johnny, Mark and Ten, like you had that first night you’d introduced your boyfriend to your best friend.

Ten is obvious with his side eye, the way he looks both men up and down, whereas Mark has the decency to be more incognito about things, although, you can tell he’s just as confused as Ten is.

When Johnny and Jaehyun head to the bar to get drinks for your table, they’re not five feet away when Ten practically launches at you. “What’s the tea?”

You can only laugh, taking a sip of your nearly empty rum and coke.

“So has the whole sharing thing happened yet?” Mark asks, ears turning pink at his own question.

“We would have heard if it had,” Ten retorts with a quick eye roll. “She’s waiting, making Jaejae sweat.”

“I’m just getting comfy with him again,” you admit. “There’s always a chance this whole idea won’t work out, and I want to be sure he’s not going to be jealous like he always is if something doesn’t go the way he wants it.”

Ten looks you up and down. “Girl, good luck.”

“Don’t say it like that,” you laugh.

“As soon as Jaejae gets in your pants he’s going to be a stage five clinger and we all know it,” Ten insists.

You can only shake your head, your gaze shifting to Johnny and Jaehyun who are wading back through the crowd with drinks in their hands.

This conversation is put on the back burner, but it remains present in your mind. 

After the club, you end up at Johnny’s apartment with Jaehyun in tow. Your skin is tingling with ‘what ifs,’ your heart nearly thundering out of your rib cage.

It’s clear from the way Jaehyun’s moving, precise, and a little apprehensive, that a threesome is in his thoughts as well.

Johnny, however, feels as calm and collected as ever. “More drinks?” he suggests, heading to his fridge to pull out three beers. “Jae, catch.”

Your best friend easily catches the beer, quickly cracking it open and bringing it to his lips. You watch his shoulders relax a little, and you release your own deep breath. 

 “So,” Johnny says, dragging you to his side. “We’ve been hanging out for two weeks, how are we feeling?”

God, he’s so direct. You love it and you hate it at the same time.

Your eyes shift to Jaehyun, and he meets your gaze. “I mean, it’s up to you two.”

“I’m down,” Johnny responds smoothly. “How are you feeling, baby?”

“Can we start slow?” you ask, heart still racing in your chest.

“Slow how?” Johnny prompts, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“Like… oral things? Between me and him, I mean.” Your skin flushes and you hope Jaehyun doesn’t take this the wrong way- hope it’s not a sign of favouritism rather than the truth of the fact which is; you’re more comfortable with Johnny, despite your history with Jaehyun.

“Just oral works,” Johnny assures you. “Right, Jae?”

“Yeah, whatever you’re comfortable with,” Jaehyun nods.

“Come on, baby, let’s go to the bedroom.” Johnny takes your hand, guiding you to his room. It’s such a familiar space- and it feels odd to have Jaehyun in it. Jaehyun stops at the threshold, watching you and Johnny.

Your boyfriend downs his beer, setting the empty can onto the bedside table before grabbing you with both hands. His lips are hot against yours, his skilled tongue tasting your own while you let out a small moan.

You can feel Jaehyun’s eyes on you, and it’s an interesting sensation.

“Do you two want to explore each other a little?” Johnny asks.

You nod, turning to look at Jaehyun. He’s hesitant to approach you, but when he does, you step forward, allowing him to grab your hips and pull you closer.

Neither of you say anything, you’re too lost in his eyes as he slowly closes the distance between your lips.

It’s a soft kiss, one you hadn’t quite expected. Your arms wrap around the back of his neck, urging him to come closer, to deepen things. Jaehyun rewards you by teasing his tongue past your lips, and you gladly accept him.

You cup his cheek and his hand slides down to the small of your back, guiding you to the bed. He carefully helps you onto it, climbing on top of you.

“You good?” Jaehyun asks.

“Let’s do this,” you nod.

“Just oral, right?” he clarifies, pressing his lips to your throat.

“Maybe sixty-nine? And then… maybe… well, this is a threesome, so… spit roasting with you in my mouth?”

“You’ve got this all figured out,” Jaehyun says softly. “Whatever you want.”

You grab at his shirt, looking up at him as you begin to unbutton it.

After a moment of shaky fingers, Jaehyun sits up, undoing the fabric so it can fall to the side of the bed.

You’ve always known Jaehyun’s ripped, but seeing it this close is something different. Despite all the history, despite the butchered kiss a few weeks ago- your body tingles at the notion of getting a taste of your best friend.

“You next,” Jaehyun whispers, grabbing at the hem of your shirt. You allow him to tug it off of you, and soon, you’re both getting out of your pants too.

Jaehyun kisses you when you’re both stripped down to underwear, and he grinds against your core so you can feel how hard he already is.

You moan from the sensation, your pussy throbbing with excitement. 

“Here,” Jaehyun rolls the both of you so you’re now on top. “You should be in control, I’ll follow your lead.”

You look down at him for a second, then you turn your head to find Johnny. He’s standing by the wall, hands in his pockets. He’s not touching himself, but you can see the outline of his cock in his pants. He flashes you a wink that acts as a go-ahead, and you muster your courage to adjust on top of Jaehyun, getting into the sixty-nine position.

You both still have underwear on, and you start by teasing Jaehyun through his breifs. 

He releases a groan, and you can feel his breath on your panty clad pussy, a shiver running through you at the stimulus.

“Lift your hips, Jaejae, I wanna take these off.” You gently tug at the band of his briefs, letting them snap back to his skin. Jaehyun lets out a soft moan, following through and lifting his hips so you can tug the fabric down to his knees, exposing his hard cock.

He’s not as big as Johnny, but Jaehyun’s cock is as pretty as the rest of him. You can’t help but lick it from balls to tip, and Jaehyun shivers below you. He tugs your panties to the side, grabbing your hips to pull your pussy down onto his face.

So that’s how it’s going to be.

You go for it, and he does too. A mutual pleasure session.

You sink your mouth onto Jaehyun’s cock, licking at it with your tongue and taking as much as you can before beginning to bob your head up and down.

Jaehyun pulls your clit between your lips in response, flicking at it and making you groan around his cock.

You begin to suck him off faster, urging him to do the same to your core. His tongue glides between your pussy lips, and he moans desperately.

You wonder what you taste like. Wonder if he’s missed the taste of you for a year, wonder if he’s dreamt about this-

Jaehyun laps at your pussy like a man starved, and you can tell the sounds of enjoyment escaping him are mostly related to the eating of your pussy moreso than the blow job you’re giving him. The thought turns you on even more, and you grind down against his face, urging him to make you cum.

You can already taste your orgasm- it feels so natural to be cumming like this, Jaehyun’s cock burried in your mouth and his tongue deep in your pussy between your thighs-

A gentle hand pulls you off of Jaehyun, and you look up to find Johnny staring down at you. “Close, baby?” he asks, pinching your chin softly.

“Yeah,” you nod, licking your lips. “So close-”

“Cum on his tongue, and then we can share you properly. As pretty as the sounds you’re making are, we both know you like to be filled with something bigger than a tongue.”

Your toes curl at the thought of Johnny fucking you with his thick cock, and you take gasped breaths, your skin tingling as Jaehyun works you closer and closer-

You begin to stroke him off, all while staring up at Johnny and grinding against Jaehyun’s face.

“I’m there- I’m there- fuck-” you cry desperately as Jaehyun pulls your clit into his mouth, sucking you like his life depends on it and throwing you over the edge.

Your orgasm surges through you-

“Don’t close your eyes,” Johnny warns. “Look at me.”

Somehow his words make the sensation even more extreme, your pussy throbbing desperately around nothing while you stare up at your boyfriend.

While you cum, Johnny pulls out his cock, and without a moment’s hesitation you put it in your mouth. Now you’re cumming, riding Jaehyun’s face, stroking him off, and blowing Johnny all at the same time-

This is what a threesome should be, you realize, and you’re desperate for what comes next.

“Get it all lubed up,” Johnny praises you, petting your head. “When you’re done cumming, let us know.”

You’re still riding the aftershocks of your orgasm, and after a minute you pull off of Johnny’s cock to nod at him. “I’m ready for more.”

“Good girl,” he grins. “You know what to do.”

You climb off of Jaehyun, turning to present your ass to Johnny. 

“While Jaehyun gets into position, I think we should both get naked,” Johnny announces, “it’s only fair. 

You slip out of your panties, your bra following quickly afterward, and soon, all three of you are naked to each other’s eyes. You’re on your hands and knees, looking up at Jaehyun while Johnny pulls your ass cheeks apart, teasing his cock through your wet folds.

“Do you want me to fuck your face?” Jaehyun asks, smirking down at you.

It’s clear that eating you out gave him some confidence. Gone is the hesitancy, and in it’s place is this suave man, the man you’ve always known, the best friend who picks up chicks everywhere he goes.

“Fuck my face,” you tell him, leaning forward to capture his cock in your mouth.

“No cumming down her throat though,” Johnny warns.

“Then where am I supposed to cum?” Jaehyun asks, thrusts already faltering as he stares at your boyfriend.

“Her tits? Your own chest? Just not her mouth or face,” Johnny responds. 

“Whatever you say,” Jaehyun sighs, quickly finding a rhythm.

Johnny pushes his own cock into your pussy, forcing you forward on Jaehyun, whose cock hits the back of your throat.

You gag slightly, but oddly enough, it’s not the worst sensation in the world. “Think she likes choking,” Johnny muses. “Your pussy just got so tight for me, baby. Do you like that?”

You let out a sound of affirmation, trying to take more of Jaehyun in your mouth as the two men begin a push pull of thrusts. You feel like a ragdoll, but there’s something so freeing about it-

“See? Threesomes are fun,” Johnny notes, causing Jaehyun to chuckle and you to moan loudly while your throat and pussy get used simultaneously. 

“She’s good at sucking dick,” Jaehyun says wistfully, fucking your face harder.

“She’s good at most things, don’t know if you realized this, but your best friend is a little over achiever,” Johnny muses, his tone soft. 

“Is it bad if I cum fast?” Jaehyun asks. “I’ve been wanting this for so long- to have her actually sucking my dick is a little, uh… overwhelming.”

“Cum on her tits whenever you want,” Johnny responds smoothly. “I’ll finish her and I off once you’re done.”

“Okay, yeah,” Jaehyun’s motions falter ever so slightly. “Fuck, princess, you just feel so good-”

You look up at Jaehyun, and you see him shiver when you meet his gaze.

“You love this, huh?” he asks. “Love having two cocks inside you?”

You can only moan a sound of affirmation, and Jaehyun sucks in a harsh breath. “Okay, shit, fuck-” he pulls out of your mouth, hand finding his cock-

Johnny adjusts you ever so slightly, holding you up and arching your back almost to an unbearable point- giving Jaehyun full access to your tits as he jacks off-

“Fuck-” Jaehyun groans again, throwing his head back as ropes of white cum spurt out of him, painting your chest.

Johnny fucks you faster, his large cock spreading you open like nothing else ever has.

Jaehyun finally stops, and Johnny helps you onto your knees, one hand finding your throat to hold you with your back to his chest. “Look at you, all covered in cum,” Johnny whispers in your ear.

You moan, resting your head back on his shoulder.

Johnny’s other hand finds your chest, and he swipes a finger through the cum, bringing it to your lips. “Guess I should let you have a taste.”

You greedily suck his fingers into your mouth, and Jaehyun’s brand of cum explodes across your tastebuds. He’s a healthy guy, with a focus on clean eating, and his cum reflects that.

“Want you to play with your cum covered tits, give Jaehyun a show while I make us cum,” Johnny instructs. “In fact, play with your clit too.”

Your right hand slips between your legs, two fingers rubbing your clit in fast, harsh circles. Your other hand finds your breasts, squeezing the pump flesh and spreading Jaehyun’s cum across your skin while he sits back and stares up at you in shock.

“Feels good?” Johnny asks.

“Feels so good,” you groan, walls clenching around Johnny as he builds you up to another orgasm.

You pinch your nipple, squealing at the sensation while Johnny fucks you even harder. 

“You’re close, aren’t you, baby?” Johnny questions, his breath hot on your throat, his fingers digging into your hips.

“Yeah-” you nod, unable to think too much as your high quickly approaches.

“Here, I’ll rub your clit, I know you like giving up control when you cum.” Johnny pushes your hand to the side, two much rougher fingers finding your sensitive bud.

You let out a cry of desperation, your stomach muscles clenching in anticipation-

“That’s it, baby, cum for me,” Johnny coos in your ear. “Cum on my cock like the good girl you are.”

You can’t help yourself, your pussy squeezes Johnny incredibly tight as your orgasm hits you, throbbing through your whole body and making you gasp in ecstasy.

“That’s it,” Johnny grins, burying his face in the crook of your neck. From his sounds, you know he’s close too, and after three more rough thrusts, he’s cumming deep in your core, filling you with everything he has to offer.

Johnny fucks you through your highs, and when he finishes, he simply stops, breathing heavily in your ear. “Shower?” he says after a moment.

“Shower,” you agree.

“Jae, I’ll uh-” Johnny runs a hand through his hair, “I’ll see you out, unless you wanna crash on the couch.” 

“I can go,” Jaehyun responds almost too casually, and you notice he’s already half hard again. You’d bet your life he’s going to go home and rub another one out to the thought of you covered in his cum and playing with your tits-

“Come on, baby,” Johnny carries you bridal style to the bathroom, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

You don’t feel the need to say goodbye to Jaehyun as the hot water begins to fall against your skin, washing the cum away.

You’re so tired there’s not much going through your mind.

Johnny is true to his word, rejoining you a short time later. 

He scrubs your body clean, and helps you with your towel when you’re done. As the two of you get back into bed, your phone dings, and you see a message there from Jaehyun.

JaeJae (2:00 am): that was fun

JaeJae (2:00 am) we should do that again sometime

JaeJae (2:00 am) goodnight princess 

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“I guess Jae just needed the right dom to control the situation, huh?” Ten cocks his head to the side, thinking the whole thing through. 

“When you say it like that, it sounds a little odd,” you giggle, “but maybe.”

“Who knew Jaehyun could share.” Ten shakes his head again. “I’m shook.”

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The Gray Side

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Yandere!Batboys Highschool AU

Prologue | Riding pays || iii. Nerdy Tactics | iv. Lucky artistic charm

Previous… on the Yandere!batboys.

You reached your locker, opening it and putting your phone and other things in it. As you go to close it, you feel strong arms wrapped around you. You let out yelp, a low chuckle reaches your ear before you sighed and turned to face the culprit.

Dick Grayson.

Present time. Date: Wednesday, 7th, 20XX. Time: 7:30 am.

Dick chuckles, tightening his arms around you. Feeling his breath on your neck made you shiver, you gave him an unimpressed look as Grayson could only smile at you with those different shade of blue eyes than his brother.

“Hey [nickname]! I’m so glad you came to school this time.” He says with a sickly cheery tone. You swore you could his arms crush your stomach more which made you let out a sound of discomfort.

“Y..yeah…I feel better this time.” Dick nods as he lets you go. “Yknow, you gave me and the others a scare.” A frown is slapped onto his face with crossed arms, leaning against the lockers by yours. You looked down with narrowed eyes, biting your lips as Dick continues to talk.

“Damian felt sad, he kept whining about you. But the most whiner of them all was Tim. You hurt their feelings.”

“I didn’t mean to.”

“But you did.”

You slammed your locker, harshly which gained attention by a few students walking by. Dick could only stare at you, leaning his head down to make eye contact with your fallen head.

His neat hair falling into his face as he stares you down.

“Why do you hate us? What did we do to you cutie…?” Dick puts a hand on your shoulder, the touch may seem gentle to people from afar. But his grip said other wise. His fingers dug into your shoulder, making you wince as you try to pull from him.

“I-I don’t hate you guys! Okay?? I forgive Tim and Damian, okay?!” You said quickly as the time had passed to 7:45. You needed 5 more minutes for class to start and the halls to be crowded. Fast.

Dick’s soft eyes seemed to darken hearing your frantic speech.

“You’re not just saying that cause you don’t wanna be in trouble…. are you cutie?” You shake your head no. “No! No! I love you guys! Honestly, you guys are the best thing to happen to me.” And like a switch, Dick smiles like a lovesick child and lets go of your shoulder. You held back a sigh of relief and took a deep exhale.

You’re definitely gonna have a bruise later.

Dick gives you a bear hug, swaying you both left and right. “That’s so sweet of you! But what’s more sweet is just you in general.” His eyes lower onto you. You could only stare bewildered before a girl came over and tapped Dick’s shoulder.

“Hey, are you Dick Wayne-Grayson?” Dick raises a brow and lets you go to face the girl. “Yes?” The girl squeals and pulls out her notebook and a pen. “I think you’re so hot! I just wanted to get your—” “Sorry, can’t. I’m kinda busy with someone.”

The girl raises a brow and lean to look behind him and point. “Who?”

Dick turns around to see you running as you skidded across the hall and down a corner. He curses under his breath with a slight clenched jaw before immediately putting a mask on and smiling at the girl. Putting his charm on as he grabs the pen.

“Nevermind. Must’ve been… the wind.”

Panting, the bell rang entered computer science class. There kids walked passed you as if you just started doing the chicken dance on the cafe table. You did some awkward waves before clearing your throat. You wish you could kill yourself as of now, mostly because….

One of the Wayne brothers are here, except that he’s kinda cool?

Because, you hate this class and had to take it graduate for your senior year. So you’re doing it now so you can graduate and check it off your list. PLUS YOU DONT KNOW SHIT!

You groaned mentally and sat down on a chair. Laying your head down on your arms and closing your eyes, you can just hope to fall asleep during this whole class.

Finally feeling relax, you actually started to feel yourself slip into dreamland. Your body slumping more, your mind at peace. Feel the waves crash against your body, feel the sound started to disperse.

And feel the hand that hit your shoulder.

You jolted up to see a boy with neat fringe hair cut, and nerdish glasses. He looked at you with softness, his hand lifting up to wave at you. You swore you could see a small bit of blush on his pale cheeks. There stood the Wayne brother of this class.

Tim Drake.

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[marauder-misprint]

Nail polish & cologne

Remus Lupin x reader

Part two

1.7k words

cw: fluff, mutual pining

You take your spot next to Lily as Professor Slughorn writes on the blackboard at the front of the room. You’re reaching for your textbook when you hear giggles erupt from various spots in the room. The giggles are accompanied by various groans as well. It’s enough to make Slughorn hush the room. When you look at what he’s written, you understand the reactions. Amortentia. The powerful love potion that Slughorn had talked about briefly at the beginning of the term.

“Thought we already learned ‘bout this!” James groans from his station behind you.

Lily snorts a laugh before whispering to you, “Like that synopsis would be N.E.W.T. level.”

You smile knowingly. Slughorn had practically just asked someone to identify the potion and describe what it did; Snape had done so but didn’t tell anyone what he smelled. You recalled seeing his eyes flick to Lily and then back to his lap. Despite no longer talking, it was evident that he was still infatuated with the ginger. 

“As Mr. Potter so kindly pointed out, we did cover Amortentia earlier this term, although briefly. Mr. Potter, can you do the honors of reminding the class the defining characteristics of the potion?” Professor Slughorn says, his voice commanding the attention of the room. 

James stutters flustered for a moment before Sirius slides the textbook in front of his friend, open to the chapter on love potions. 

“It is distinctive for its mother-of-pearl sheen, and steam rises from the potion in spirals. Amortentia smells different to each person, according to what attracts them,” he reads from the book.

“And thank you, Mr. Black, for the assist,” Slughorn adds, clapping his hands together. “Now, we will be brewing Amortentia today, and I advise you all to be model students. I can only emphasize so much that any student caught with Amortentia outside of this classroom will be severely punished.” He casts a warning glance around the room. “And on a similar note, I also implore you to take note of what it smells like to you. It may just save you or a companion from consuming it unintentionally.” 

“Date rape,” you mutter under your breath, causing Lily to chuckle lightly.

Slughorn continues his lecture on the effects of the potion before discussing how to brew the potion. When he dismisses the class to gather their supplies, the boys behind you start to discuss what they expect to smell.

“Ain’t no way Prongs doesn’t smell broom polish,” Sirius says. “We’ve been victim of those fumes far too often…”

Remus laughs. “And will you smell your girl of the week or vodka?”

“You think so low of me, Moony?” Sirius scoffs.

“Please, don’t take offense, Pads. Moony is going to smell the library and morning dew. Somethin’ sappy like that,” James teases.

You can’t help but smile to yourself as you and Lily prepare the ingredients. 

“What do you think you’ll smell?” you ask her, lighting the fire under your cauldron. 

“Parchment and fresh cookies, probably. Very home-y scents, you know?”

You nod and consider what you’ll smell. 

“I wouldn’t be surprised if I smelled nail polish or petrol.”

Lily adds the first ingredients with a growing smile on her face. “Ah, yes, the finest smells on the planet.” 

You and Lily fill the rest of the lesson with giggles, properly brewing the potion. Every once in a while, you look behind you to see how the boys are doing. Like usual, Remus appears to be carrying the group with occasional help from James and Sirius. 

“And… I think we’re done?” Lily says, leaning over so slightly over the cauldron. 

She waves her hand to waft the fumes toward her face. She contemplates what she smells before turning a brilliant shade of red. 

“So? What’d you smell?” you ask eagerly. 

It’s impossible to not notice how the boys went immediately silent at your question. Lily shakes her head and frowns at the potion.

“We must’ve done something wrong… That can’t be right,” she mutters, reaching for her book to double check all of the instructions and ingredient measurements. 

You twist your lips in curiosity. You lean toward the cauldron and mimic Lily’s earlier motion.

Nail polish… milk chocolate… parchment… Remus’ cologne…

Wait, what? You feel your face heat up and you reach for your own book.

“Yeah, what did we do wrong?” you mumble, scanning the directions.

Lily’s silence only reinforces your conclusion. You brewed the potion perfectly. So what you smell is… nope. That can’t be right. 

You look at Lily, hoping that she had an answer she wasn’t vocalizing. Her perplexed expression leaves you little hope. 

Slughorn must have heard your dual concerns about your potion because he heads your way. 

“Finished, ladies?” he asks.

“Uh, we think so?” you answer.

He inspects your cauldron and the two of you wait for his consensus. You are so focused on Slughorn that you don’t notice how the boys are listening in. You feel your heart fall into the pit of your stomach as Slughorn beams at you.

“It’s perfect. You two should be very proud. Ten points to Gryffindor,” Slughorn says before walking away to check on some Slytherins nearby.

You turn to Lily who is mirroring your confused expression.

“But… I…” you says, unable to finish any of your thoughts.

“Yeah… Same,” she says.

At least you aren’t alone in your reaction to what you smell. 

Behind you, the boys aren’t far behind with their own potion. After gathering a sample to turn in and cleaning up your cauldron, you and Lily turn around to watch them finish up. It’s obvious when it’s complete. Remus’ face turns a deep shade of red, making the scars on his face seem to glow. He takes a step back and gestures to the cauldron for James and Sirius to smell. 

The whole time you’re trying to not stare at Remus. Yes, you have a crush on him. You had for a while. You love his quiet rebellions and his brilliance that shines in the Marauders’ pranks. You love how, despite being a prefect, he gives no effort to rein in his friends’ antics. You love how he can step away from their wiles to study when it’s needed and how he always had a book with him. And it didn’t hurt that you thought he was gorgeous. His sandy hair, soft brown eyes, scars that he seemed to hide behind at times. 

You had felt like this for a while so you don’t know why it has taken you by such surprise that you smell him in the Amortentia. Maybe it’s the quiet voice in your head that reminds you that it’s a single-sided crush, an unrequited love. Of all the times you stared at him, you never caught him staring back and you were never caught because you can’t get caught if he never looks your way. 

“Ha! I’m not even surprised!” James exclaims, giving Lily a cheeky smile. 

“Broom polish like Black predicted?” Lily asks, returning his smile with a teasing one. 

“And so much more.”

Lily attempts an air of indifference, despite having smelled broom polish herself, and turns to Sirius. “What about you, Black? Vodka or perfume?” 

“I think… Wait, let me smell that again.” Sirius pauses as he waves the spirals ascending from the cauldron toward his face again. “Yes. Effie’s cooking. And firewhiskey. And smoke.”

James looks away from Lily with shock. “Effie’s cooking?” he repeats.

“Yeah,” Sirius says with a shrug. “Whaddabout it?” 

“You smell my mum’s cooking? In the love potion?” 

“Yes. What’s confusing ‘bout that?”

“Just a bit… bizarre?” 

“You’re bizarre,” Sirius retorts casually. “Moons? Care to share what you smelt? Preferably something with food so Prongs doesn’t think I’m so off?” 

Remus blinks slowly, stepping forward from where he was leaning against the unused desk behind them. He took another sniff of the potion, closing his eyes and basking in it. 

“You might be off, Pads. That’s a liquid library, right there.” 

Sirius narrows his eyes at Remus. “Right, sure. That’s all you smell?” 

Remus looks away from Sirius and back at the cauldron. He nervously cracks his knuckles. Then he reaches for a vial.

“We should get our sample and clean up,” he says shortly.

“Ooo! Moony’s hiding something. What did you smell?” James asks. 

If you weren’t staring at Remus, you would’ve missed how his eyes flickered toward you. When he sees you already looking at him, he turns impossibly more red. Were you imagining it? 

Hope fills your veins. You’re sure you’re assuming too much, but what if he smells you in the potion, just like how you smell him? Why else would he have blushed so furiously when he looked at you? It would explain why he doesn’t want to tell the boys what he smells, because he knows you’re standing right there, a part of the conversation despite not having said anything. 

“Here,” Remus says as he hands the vial to James. “Go give that to Slughorn so we can pass this class.” 

“Alright, boss.” 

Just after James turns in their potion, Slughorn dismisses all of those who had finished their potion. You and Lily leave rather quickly, having already been fully cleaned up. James isn’t far behind. He’s convinced that he and Lily shared a moment in that class, which meant he might have a chance if he asks her out again soon. 

Alone with Remus now, Sirius asks again, “What did you smell, Remus?”

“I told you, a-”

“Library. So that’s what? Old books? Inkwells? Y/N studying next to you?” 

Remus goes quiet. How did Sirius know?

“Am I obvious?” Remus whispers, not looking at his best friend.

“Nah,” Sirius assures him. “Between James and Lily making googoo eyes at each other? You’re good. Although, I think it’s worth a shot. She couldn’t take her eyes off you.”

Sirius walks away, leaving Remus to finish gathering his things on his own. Had you been staring at him longer than he thought? Since when did you, in all of your perfectness, stare at him, a monster in a student's uniform? But if Sirius, Mr. Self-Proclaimed-Ladies'-Man, thought it was worth a shot, maybe it was. Maybe he’d have to find you later and work up the courage to ask you out. 

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Meaningful Kiss

SUMMARY: Would they make Public Displays of Affection? If not, are they protective instead? And how do they show you how much they truly love you through their kisses?

CHARACTERS: OB students (Riddle, Leona, Azul, Jamil, Vil, Idia & Malleus)

TAGS: Bullet Points; Fluff; GN Reader; Established Relationship, Kissing, Flirting, Slightly Suggestive(?)

WORD COUNT: An average of 300 words per character.

COMMENTS: This has been a WIP for so long that I don't even remember how I got the idea to write it. And in my case, being a WIP for a long time means that I wrote one part and then went on to write something else and ended up forgetting about this one for a long time. 😅 But now I've finished it.

I hope you enjoy 💋

Meaningful Kiss 2 (Ace, Deuce, Jack, Epel, Sebek)

Meaningful Kiss 3 (Ruggie, Jade, Kalim, Silver, Lilia)

Meaningful Kiss 4 (Cater, Trey, Floyd, Rook)

CONTEXT: You two are in an established relationship already.

Riddle is not really the PDA type. The most he would do with you in public could be walk arm in arm like you were royalty. In terms of kisses, a kiss on the back of your hand or, at the most, on your cheek.

When the two of you are alone on a normal day, he will probably be working on his student and Housewarden duties. But whenever you tell him he should take a break, he'll get up, sit next to you and hug you, like you're a charger.

If you're relaxing together, he’ll be reading a book with one arm around you. Either around your shoulders or around your waist, which you told him you like the most. He’ll also laying his head on your shoulder.

The most meaningful kisses are, of course, the kisses on your lips. He's not the type to kiss you on the lips just like a "good morning" thing. These kisses are always sweet and lovely. His hands would be on your cheeks to caress them.

He needs you, but his kisses aren't needy. They are the caring type. You are his precious rose. In contrast to his strict self, the way he shows you that he loves you is through soft affection and care.

A relationship with Leona Kingscholar comes with your rights and duties. Some of your rights: He will buy you things; you’re allowed to pet his ears; he will be your protector and you can sleep with him in his comfy bed and have breakfast in bed (he ordered someone to bring it to you two)

Some of your duties: let him use you as a pillow (be it your thighs in the greenhouse or your chest in bed.); don't be too annoying to him; dealing with his “smugness” on a daily basis and being his and his alone, the same way he's yours.

He's kinda into PDA, but more in the sense of telling anyone who might look at you with interest that you're his. Or anyone who looks down on you that if they do the slightest thing against you they will have to suffer at his claws. If the other person is a friend of yours, he'll let it go.

He has at least two types of kisses. The first is the “make out” kisses. When you're alone and he wants you (if you want him at the time too of course), he would give you deep kisses, kiss your neck and run his hands over you. Either he would make you sit on his lap our make you lie down with him.

His real meaningful kisses are the second ones. The "lazy" kisses. The first ones are linked to his pride. These second ones are much more affectionate. Usually happen when he's still sleepy, like when he just woke up from a good nap. He may lazily put his arms around you and kiss your cheek, neck, or shoulder gently. This is perhaps the most vulnerable state he will let you see. And so it will only happen in private.

Azul is also not very adept at PDA, but he is still capable of putting an arm around you and kissing your cheek to show how well he takes care of you.

He's already quite charming and pleasant with his potential clients, so with you it's not much different in public. The only difference is that with you it's genuine.

Do I need to say that dating him is like dating a Mafia Boss? AKA: Nobody disrespects my loved ones, unless they want a certain head in their beds when they wake up. (reference to The Godfather)

Being alone with him on a normal day would probably be being with him in his VIP room at Mostro Lounge. You're sitting on one of the couches while he's dealing with his paperwork. He’s probably the type that likes to be teased a little. So, when you see that he is no longer that attentive to the papers, go up to him, play with his hair, kiss his cheek, that will put him in the mood for you.

He’s the opposite of Leona. The kisses he usually gives you are sweet and charming like him. Because that's the side of him he want to show you the most. He'll kiss your cheek and lips affectionately. Let you sit on his lap. The side he most wants to show you is the confident and caring side. The one who shows you that you can trust him and that he will take care of you.

His most meaningful kiss is the opposite. The one related to his needy side. He shows you his most vulnerable side when he is the one who needs you. And that's what everything he does shows you. His kisses, his hugs, his begging look, all screaming “I need you! Please don’t leave me.”

Jamil is completely against PDA! He doesn't like to stand out or draw attention and PDA always do that to the people involved. He won't hold your hand or kiss you. To the point where no one knows if you're even dating or not.

The only way he would show his affection for you in public is if that is a way to protect you. If someone looks down on you and he feels that that persons can be a threat to you, he will show that he is an even greater threat to them. In these moments, his protective side is stronger. He is Kalim's protector by obligation, but yours by free will.

It's when you're alone that he'll make up for his lack of affection of the day. On a normal day, you would be alone in the kitchen. He would probably be cooking for Kalim, but making something for you two as well. He’ll let you taste things as he cooks. He feels more relaxed when he's with you and even more so when you hug him.

When you're relaxing together, he would spoil you. Give you soft and sweet kisses. Pet your head and play with your hair. Give you massages and feed you things like grapes or small snacks. Or even taking the first mouthful of food he made for you to your mouth and seeing your delighted face.

The most meaningful gestures of affection he shows you are related to his most lustful side (lust for power) when you are the one spoiling him. The one moment in his life where he is no longer the servant, but the master. This time, he kisses your lips, your neck and everything he's entitled to. He tends not to show his feelings but with you he will show how much he loves you and how much he wants you.

In reality, Vil neither likes nor dislikes PDA. He's kind of indifferent to it. The only reason he doesn't do it with you is because it would have bad consequences for both of you for his work as an actor and model. The most he can do is walk hand in hand with you.

Even though he doesn't show it much in public, everyone will know that you two are dating. He'll make sure of it, even if it's just information on the internet or him straight out saying it. On the one hand to protect you, because only an idiot would try to mess with Vil Schoenheit's partner. On the other hand to discourage anyone who has the slightest interest in you. “Honey, they’re with me. Do you really think you can even get to my heels? So, don't bother them.”

The only possible problem for you is that he's going to be more strict now that you're dating. From the outside it looks like he can be mean and demanding with you. But the truth is, he wants you to look your best so people know why he fell in love with you. He wants others to see on the outside how beautiful you are on the inside.

But of course, sometimes it's too much and you'll challenge him. Be stubborn and carefree. The best part? He's so into it! Your way of teasing each other.

He kisses you every now and then when you're alone. But when you put him on this mood, all his affection mix with boldness intensifies. Oh, of course, you wanted him to remind you what the reward is for listening to him. The answer is: appreciating you with the rest of his senses, sensual kisses on your lips, jaw, neck and shoulders; his hands running over your body, him delighting in your wearing the perfume he made for you. He'll show you how beautiful you are to him.

PDA is not even an option! There is no way! Na-a! Listen, Idia loves you, really, he promises BUT going with you to places where couples usually go is already a lot and holding hands is the absolute most he can do. IF that even happens.

He wouldn’t be the jealous type. If someone shows an interest in you, at least they have good taste. But if someone looks down on you or goes so far as to disrespect you, then he goes from 0 to 100. Do these worms know he can hack them? exposing things that can completely ruin their lives until the day they pass through the gates of the underworld? Ortho can help protect you in the meantime.

Since he is a 0 to 100 guy, his kisses are the same. His "0" kisses are lazy. Mainly light, on your shoulder and neck, because you would be sitting on his lap, chest to chest, while he plays on his PC and you on your phone on his back. He also gives you casual "hi" and "bye" kisses on the lips.

Then there is his "100" kisses. Those are the real meaningful kisses, the "I love you" kisses. They are passionate but kind. Because loving you is different for loving a game, it's like he found his balance. they are not needy, but appreciative, the real embodiment of "OMG, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!" He also becomes bolder as he feels comfortable with you. He loves to tease you until he makes you shut him up with a kiss. The stronger your relationship is, the more daring and smug he will be.

Malleus is quite indifferent to PDA. However, he is not the type to initiate the exchange of affection, but he is the type to reciprocate it. He won't kiss or hug you out of nowhere. But if you kiss or hug him, he will definitely reciprocate.

And he's going to be extremely casual about it. I mean, it's two lovers interacting with each other. As young humans would say: What's the big deal? However, he still distinguishes between the affection he gives you in public and the affection he gives you in private.

In public, his hugs are polite, and his kisses are light but loving.

In private, what he wants most is simply to be with you. He loves it when you sit on his lap and he cuddles you, and he likes it even more when you cuddle him back. He maintains his composure quite well, but you know that just your kisses on his checks already melt him inside.

His regular kisses in privet are sweet, loving, showing you that you are the most precious thing in his life. And very recurrent. He may not be the type to initiate the exchange of affection in public, but he certainly is in private.

All his kisses are meaningful, but the most meaningful of all are the one he gives you on your lips while smiling. The kind of kiss he can't stop himself from giving you. You may not even notice when they happen, because you are simply being yourself.

He feels the need to kiss you passionately when you do something that reminds him of why he fell in love with you. The moments when you do something that may seem simple, but for him it is something extraordinary. And if you don't realize at first how incredible that small gesture can be for him, it only makes you more charming.

If you would like to read more from me, you can find it in my pinned post: INDEX

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Your requests are opennn and I just saw the tsukishima fic and i luv ittt! May i request a prompt wherein kei and managerf!reader have been dating in the middle of the school year for a while and the team finds out? Thankss

𝐊𝐄𝐈 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 what is going on word count ; (1,225) content warning ; (sorry it took me so long to answer - i want to say i was perfecting it but really i was procrastinating, secret relationship unveiled, talkative mom, second year! tsukishima)

The gym is hot. It’s usually hot, what with all the players running up and down the court, breaking a sweat, breathing heavily, but today feels different. Maybe the twenty year old AC system has finally kicked the bucket.

The bleachers on either side of the gym are packed with people from both Karasuno and Ichibayashi. You’re not sure why so many people showed up, but you don’t really care. You sit next to Yachi on the bench where the team sits during time-outs, fanning yourself with your clipboard.

“This sucks,” you say to nobody in particular. Yachi is on one side, but there is a first year on the other side. You turn to the blonde girl, who’s staring intently at the court, and exhale dramatically. “Yachi, I said this sucks.”

“No, I heard you the first time,” she says nonchalantly, though you can see her trying to fight the smile threatening to break out on her face. She turns to look at you, letting her head lull to the side. “How can this suck, Y/n? We’re winning!”

You blink at her a couple times. “We haven’t lost a single set to Ichibayashi since before Suga-san’s first year. If we lose, I’m quitting as a manager.”

She huffs, rolling her eyes and turning her attention back to the game. You scrunch up your face, but do the same, eyes dead set on finding Kei. 

He always looks so handsome on the court. You often tell him that he goes into The Zone when he plays volleyball, but he just rolls his eyes and calls you weird. It would make you sad if you didn’t realize pretty early that his love language is shit-talking.

You watch him leap off the ground, effectively blocking Ichibayashi’s ball and scoring a point for Karasuno. You don’t realize until the crowd behind you erupts in cheers that the point he scored was the winning point.

Your body reacts before your mind can catch up, and you stand quickly, clapping your hands together in excitement. Yachi does the same beside you, and so do the rest of the benched players.

You watch Karasuno shake hands with the other team, thanking them for a good game, and then it’s done. You’re packing up your stuff, the team, including Kei, is headed to the locker room, but the call of his name startles you both.

“Oh, Kei!” You could hear that voice even if you were deaf. You turn slowly, watching your mother flag the tall boy down, calling his name like it means stop. “Kei! You played so well! I was wondering if you’d like to come over for dinner after this? You’re always welcome, but I’d like to invite you myself. Heaven knows Y/n will forget. How does that sound? I can call your mother if—”

“Mom!” Your voice echoes off the gym first, your sneakers against the waxy floor is next. You skid to a stop in between the two of them, eyes wide. “What are you doing?” You exclaim incredulously at her.

She raises her brows, obviously offended. “Excuse me, little girl. I’m inviting Kei to dinner tonight.” She clicks her tongue, putting her hand on her hip. You hate to say it, but this is where your attitude comes from and there’s no denying it. “I didn’t think you would have a problem with that.”

“I don’t, I just—” you cut yourself off, glancing around as you realize the whole team is staring at you. “I, um, was going to do that. I remembered, so you didn’t have to.”

She purses her lips, lifting her eyes to where Kei’s eyes presumably are. “Can you believe this? Angry with her mother because I invited someone she was already going to invite.”

“That’s not why I’m—”

“I know,” Kei cuts you off, patting you on the head a couple times. “Terrible, isn’t she?”

Your mother laughs, placing a hand on her chest like Kei is the funniest person she’s ever met. Spoiler alert; he’s not. She does have you in her life, after all.

“Okay.” You place your hands on her shoulders, turning her around towards the exit. “Time for you to go home and start working on dinner, yeah? We’ll be there in, like, thirty minutes.”

“Okay, sweetie,” she calls back with a wave of her hand. She glances back once more, giving Kei a tiny wave and big smile. Unbeknownst to you, he waves back.

When you turn around, you find the whole team still staring at you.

“What was that?” Ennoshita asks, narrowing his eyes.

You furrow your brows, tilting your head. “What was what? My mom’s crazy, don’t mind her.”

He hums, but Narita is nudging him into the locker room, mumbling something about post-game dinner ritual. Nishinoya and Tanaka are narrowing their eyes at you too.

“Why is your mom inviting Tsukishima to dinner at your house?”

“Yeah, why him, of all people. Why not me? I’m funnier and way handsome-r.”

You roll your eyes, but turn your attention to Kei and glare at him. “‘She’s terrible, isn’t she?’” You repeat in a mocking tone, scrunching your face up. “Do you hate me?”

”Wait, I’m confused.”

You look at Hinata and press your lips together. “When are you not?”

He. gives you a faux laugh and narrows his eyes— too many people have done that already, you’re starting to get a little annoyed. “Why is your mom inviting Tsukishima over to dinner and not one of us? Why does your mom like the meanest person in our year.”

Now, you hesitate. At the beginning of the year, you realized just how good Kei was at keeping secrets. You realized he didn't want all the drama that came with a public relationship, and neither did you, so you kept it a more private thing. That’s what was most comfortable for the two of you. However, it quickly became a nuisance. There were rumors of you two dating anyway, when Kei started being just the smallest bit nicer to you. It was harder to be around him and keep your feelings in check because, if you didn't, other people would find out and that would be a tragedy for the both of you.

”She’s my girlfriend, idiot.” The words coming from Kei shock you. Your head whips around to look at him so fast, you fear there might be a touch of whiplash involved. Your eyes are wide, eyebrows raised to your hairline.

”What are you doing?” You ask through gritted teeth, tone walking the line of sing-songy and mad.

He turns to you now, smiling softly. “It’s getting tiresome having to hide our relationship, isn’t it? Plus, people already thought we were dating.” He shrugs. “Give the people what they want, right?”

You smile back at him. You think Kei has changed a lot since first year— in a good way, of course. He’s kinder, softer, stronger. All of the hinges that have changed about him, also changed with you. You don’t know it yet, but you two have made each other better people in the time frame of your relationship at this moment.

”What?” Hinata exclaims, putting his hands on his head. “What do you mean you’re dating? How could you date him? He’s so— and you’re so— what is going on!”

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Let Him Be Your Guide - Sylus x reader

Summary: Head canon involving what kind of partner Sylus would be with a headempty!reader. Content/Warnings: MDNI, reader is not MC, f!reader and Sylus are dating, fluff, smut, fingering (587 wc) A/N: I randomly started thinking about Sylus dating a reader that doesn’t want to think too much, a reader who always has to be “on” in their daily life and wants to be “off” in their downtime. The reader may have a stressful career, or they may struggle with anxiety, executive dysfunction, or depression, which mentally exhausts them. I hope y’all enjoy, let me know what you think <3

In my opinion, Sylus would be the perfect partner for a headempty!reader because he would make them feel secure and taken care of. No one would dare fuck with the fearsome Onychinus leader. And even if they try, he will swiftly make them regret it with his evol. So by extension, no one will fuck with you either.

If you want to go shopping, Sylus will take you on his motorcycle. He would make sure that you are dressed head to toe in riding gear that he ordered custom made. All you need to do is to hold onto his tapered waist and enjoy the warmth radiating from his body.

Sylus will choose which stores you visit on your shopping trip. He will cradle your hand in his own as he guides you to your destinations. He will handle interacting with the store employees, ask them any questions you may have, and give his opinion on the clothes, shoes, and accessories you show interest in. And of course, he will pay for anything you decide you want. When you are tired of being out in public, he will have your purchases whisked away to his home by Luke and Kieran and drive you back on his motorcycle.

Sylus’ care does not stop when you’re alone together. If you’re feeling needy, Sylus will cater to your every whim. He is always eager to pleasure you because it is yet another opportunity to provide for you and it turns him on.

One of Sylus’ favorite ways to make you see stars is by finger fucking you. And your sole responsibility is to lay back on his bed and let him have his way with you. He warms you up by stroking your mound through your underwear until you soak them. He loves to work you up before slipping your underwear to the side and sinking his fingers deep inside of you while using his thumb to rub hard circles on your clit.

Sylus never tires of feeling your juicy pussy quake around his long, slender fingers. He savors every gasp of pleasure that leaves your mouth. His eyes are glued to your form as he watches you try to jerk away from the overwhelming pressure building within your core.

Sylus also can’t help but whisper sweet praise into your ear as he brings you to your breaking point multiple times over. Nothing is more rewarding to him than leaving you boneless and in a daze.

Sylus never forgets aftercare. He peppers your flushed face with kisses before walking to his bathroom to run you a warm bath. The cupboard in his bathroom is always stocked with your favorite bubble bath scents and pounds of Epsom salt to release any tension left in your muscles.

While you are soaking in the tub Sylus has his personal chef prepare a meal you will enjoy together. No input is needed from you because Sylus is knowledgeable on what type of meals you enjoy the most. The attention he pays to your preferences, wants and needs leave you feeling loved and cherished. You never have to be “on” or lift a finger when you’re with him. You can let yourself be the attendee and not the planner, and for that, you are eternally grateful.

In my opinion, Sylus would be the perfect partner for a reader who wants someone else to take the reins, for a reader that struggles with anxiety, executive dysfunction, or depression.

Perhaps…he would be perfect for someone like you?

[moonstruckme]

Hey queen what about a lil fic of reader with one of the boys (u can pick whoever!!) where it's her first healthy relationship and May be she thanks them for being nice and he's just like ummm I don't wanna be mean to u

Thanks for requesting lovely!

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

You have a habit of complaining into the void. It’s not the first text you send James griping about your day at work and it likely won’t be the last, but you’re surprised when the result is him turning up at your desk with flowers and a coffee. 

“James,” you say dumbly, looking up in absolute astoundment as he sets the flowers carefully by your keyboard and bends down for a kiss. 

“Hi, angel.” James presses the coffee into your hand. Spots the empty desk next to yours and, with a quick glance around, steals the chair, sitting beside you. “Are you still on your lunch break?” 

“I—yeah.” Your brain can’t quite make sense of him at your work. It’s like being a kid and seeing your teacher at the store. James, with his casual clothes and easy smile, doesn’t belong in this place. “I’ve got twenty minutes left. What are you doing here?” 

“You seemed like you were having a rough morning,” he says simply. “I thought I might see if I could come and make you feel a bit better—don’t worry, I brought supplies.” 

He shrugs out of one strap of his backpack, swinging it around onto his lap and pulling out a small vase. James seems too distracted to have noticed your stupefaction. 

“Do you have a sink around here?” 

You point him towards the break room and he hurries off, returning a minute later to arrange your flowers in the vase. 

“I know it might be silly,” he says, as he works with a care that belies his words, “but I was thinking that if I was stuck in one place all day, it might help me to have something nice to look at. I considered getting you a mirror, but I thought you may have grown used to that particular sight so I ought to mix it up.”

James glances up to catch your reaction to the last bit, dimples appearing when you fluster. As he sits back down, his gaze roams your workspace, largely empty as most of your coworkers have gone to lunch. He swivels the chair from side to side absentmindedly, his knees brushing yours with each pass. It feels like someone striking a match. 

“I didn’t know you had so few windows in here.” He blows out a breath. “We should hit a park or something after you’re off tonight, get you some time in the sun.” 

“That sounds nice,” you say, lifting the coffee in your hand to your lips reflexively. 

It’s not until you register the taste that you think to look at the logo on the cup. It’s from your favorite coffee shop, the one with only one location, which you almost never go to because it’s so far from where you work and live. 

“James,” you say, voice soft with wonder, “did you go all the way across town to get this?” 

“Yeah.” He smiles, tilting his head sideways to rest it on his palm. “That’s the one you like, right?” 

“Yeah, but…” You shake your head, grinning. “You’re crazy,” you say, when you mean to say You’re incredible. 

“Crazy for you.” He makes a disgusted face as he says it, laughing at himself. You can’t bring yourself to do the same. 

You remember a time, not so long ago, when you would have felt lucky if the person you were dating responded to your texts at all. James has responded in person, with kind words and gifts and a thoughtfulness that’s going to brighten not just the rest of your day but your week. You’ve no idea what to do with this much sweetness. 

You shake your head again. “Thank you. Seriously, I—this is too nice. You’re so—” You lean forward, running your forefinger over the stubble on his jaw as you peck him on the lips. His smile leaps up on his face. “You’re so sweet to me, Jamie. Thank you.” 

“I don’t mind, sweetheart, really.” James palms the back of your elbow, his touch trailing down to your wrist as you pull away. “I like doing things for you. You deserve it.” 

You smile at him, letting the sincerity in his voice warm your chest. “Nobody’s ever been this nice to me before,” you admit. 

James’ expression heavies slightly, a divot forming in between his brows. You feel embarrassed for having said it. You don’t mean to sound self-pitying, you only want James to understand how much you appreciate him, how unprecedented he is for you. 

He smooths his thumb over the hairs on your arm. “I want you to be happy,” he says, a carefulness to his words that’s so unlike his usual quick, energetic way of speaking. “Angel, I’ve got no reason to be anything but nice to you, because it makes me happy to see you happy. It’s like—” He glances away from your face for a moment, biting the inside of his cheek as he thinks. “Like I’m getting to see you the way you’re supposed to be, does that make sense?”

He looks to you for confirmation. You can only stare back at him in stunned silence, horrendously in love and falling deeper by the second. James must find whatever he’s looking for in your expression, though, because he gives your wrist a friendly squeeze and goes on. 

“You’re supposed to be happy. You’re supposed to be treated nicely, no matter who you’re with, but I’m happy to be the person who gets to treat you that way.” He lifts his eyebrows as though to be sure you’re listening, lips quirking slightly. “And you’re nicer than nice to me, so I don’t want to hear any of this crap about bringing you flowers and a coffee being too nice. Got it?” 

Your face is a furnace. You don’t know how to respond. 

James grins, looking ten percent smug and ninety percent smitten. “Say okay, sweetheart.” 

“Okay,” you echo, unable to help breaking into a smile of your own. “Thanks.” 

James groans. He grabs the seat of your chair, rolling you closer to him until your knees are on either side of his. “Enough with the thanks,” he chides, more laughter than irritation in his tone. “Those other people sound like assholes, lovely. We’ve gotta up your standards.”