#I forgot just how gentle and lovely his series is ah

[carryonafi]

rodeo.

ashton irwin x luke hemmings x reader; SMUT!!🔞

a/n: a little buffer while i work on the next part of where did the party go. (go read it and beg for a second part) enjoy luke being a whiny bitch and ashton in a cow costume🤍

also SHOUT OUT TO MY FAVORITE MISS SOUPERBLOOM!! she gave me tons of inspo and we’re simply just insane sluts for some poly!lashton which might be turned into a series? :] idk we have SO many ideas

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Idly sat on the kitchen island, your legs were neatly crossed over each other as Luke stood with you and you scrolled on your phone. You could feel his hand on your leg, his thumb tracing gentle patterns on your knee and slipping into the small holes in your fishnets. Nothing about this was sexual, just soft touches and quiet giggling as you waited for Ashton to finally be ready.

“God… how long does it take to put on a fuckin’ onesie?” Luke hummed, you could just barely see his blue eyes from the side of his sunglasses. He turned to look at you after eyeing the hallway, and honestly, the cloud goggle-style sunglasses looked ridiculous.

“He should be out soon,” You said with a humorous huff of breath, your eyes followed his lanky frame dressed insanely accurately to Kurt Cobain, full black outfit and those stupid sunglasses which usually just sat atop his head and pushed back his curls slick with product.

Not even another minute had passed before Luke was insisting you take another shot with him to pre-game, nothing could get you to refuse his offer with those sweet eyes and awfully whiny tone of voice. He was already tipsy, and you were sure he’d be in deeper by the time you got to the party. With this Luke there was never a moment of silence, he was happy and giggly which was majorly separated from his usual soft spoken demeanor.

However, a few minutes later there were footsteps coming down the stairs.

“Ash?! Come on, we have to leave!” You called, getting a quick excuse that he was coming in response— and in all his glory he stood in that dumb cow onesie and… fuck. Smudged black eyeliner.

You turned to look at Luke, who’s eyes were glued onto your boyfriend in complete and utter awe. If this were a cartoon, his heart would be beating straight out of his chest and you swear you would have to pick his jaw up off of the floor.

“What?” Ashton cocked an eyebrow, picking up the car keys and waving his hand at the both of you. “I know, I know. It looks fuckin’ stupid.”

“No it doesn’t.” Luke said immediately, making you snicker and bring a hand to cover your mouth.

“This cow onesie?! It’s stupid, Luke. So incredibly stupid.” Ashton quipped, both hands on his hips as he stared at the two of you expectantly.

“No, idiot. The eyeliner. He thinks you’re talking about the eyeliner.” You explained, seeing the puzzled look on Ashton’s face slowly come back into a smirk.

“Ah, gotcha.” He approached the kitchen island you were still sitting on, allowing you to get a better look at his messy makeup. “Figured I’d go back to the emo roots, y’know?”

“Yeah…” Luke mused, both ring-clad hands cupping Ashton’s cheeks so he could look straight into those darkened hazel irises. You propped your hands behind your back, leaning back on the countertop to watch your boyfriends. Ashton seemed to be enjoying this attention, the way he slowly blinked to let Luke get his fill before gently tipping the other man’s chin to press a soft kiss to his lips.

“Hey, now…” You whined, grabbing their attention and another sweet yet cocky smile from Ashton.

“Don't think I forgot about you, cowgal.” He attempted to flirt in a ridiculous sounding southern accent. You playfully rolled your eyes and felt his hands grasp at your denim covered hips, holding you in place to give you your own loving kiss.

“You’re not funny.” You placed both hands on Ashton’s chest, helping you to get down off of the counter as you and your two loyal sidekicks headed for the door.

“Shotgun!” The sound of your voice made Luke groan in frustration.

“Not fair..!” He complained, yet didn’t put up a fight.

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Upon arriving, you realized that the lack of a theme between the three of your costumes wasn’t a big deal. No one really cared too much, and you all managed to fit in anyway. I mean, you looked better than the people who didn’t dress up at all. How boring?

Luke’s hand gently gripped your wrist, relying on you and Ashton behind the both of you to lead him through the crowd as he made quiet observations about everyone in the room. You made your rounds, greeting each of your friends as you walked about and watched as everyone practically fed Luke shots from the moment you walked in the door. The fact that you’d have to keep an eye on him was told with a shared look between you and Ashton, but there wasn’t a problem with that.

Ashton, being the more sociable one out of the three of you strayed off to enjoy more time with your friends and interact on your behalf.

Luke spoke into your ear, but you couldn’t hear too well, you could only see his wide eyes and pink cheeks.

“Hmm?” You reached out for his hand, but instead of him taking it he wrapped both arms around your waist.

“C’mere… ‘miss you.” He said sweetly, adjusting the sunglasses on his head to keep them from falling down.

“You’ve been right next to me all night, Lu.” Your tone of voice wasn’t so teasing, but definitely pointing out the obvious. “Come on, we should get you some water.”

Even though you insisted, Luke was still whining as you dragged him off towards the quieter part of the kitchen and searched around for anything to sober up your boyfriend.

“Baby!” You could hear the pout in his voice, turning away towards the sink until his arms wrapped around you again. “I wanna take another shot, come on… come with me please?” Luke spoke into your hair, his face pressed against the top of your head as you squirmed in order to face him again.

It was again that his sweet charm struck once more, you looked up into his bleary eyes and shook your head.

“You aren’t slowing down, are you?”

Luke immediately shook his head with a giggle.

“Fine.” You sighed, then the next thing you knew your arms were horribly linked together downing your next round of Pink Whitney which wasn’t helping you put your foot down and avoid your boyfriend getting blackout drunk.

“You look s’fucking pretty in that costume.” Luke murmured, hooking his pointer finger in the bandana you wore around your neck as his other hand squeezed your hip.

“Hush..” You scrunched up your nose at him, Luke let out another intoxicated giggle in response before leaning in to gently nip at your neck. His words never stopped, muttering against your skin and dragging the tip of his tongue over his teeth marks— the soft complaints you made for him to stop only drew soft laughter from Luke.

Your eyes closed for a brief moment, living in the thumping bass and the fleeting sensation of your boyfriend's lips on your neck. Until he drew back, flinching. You opened your eyes, seeing Ashton with both hands on Luke’s shoulders.

“You scared th’ shit outta me.” Luke complained, shifting just a little bit so he could see both you and Ashton under the now slightly purple light. These LEDs would drive you crazy.

“Sorry, honeybee.” Ashton laughed, nuzzling the side of Luke’s neck before he pressed a quick peck to his cheek. “Wanna come do another round with Mike and Cal?”

You angled your head to look over Ashton’s shoulder, seeing the other two guys standing at the kitchen island watching Ashton fetch you and Luke. Without a doubt, the both of you agreed with no second thought. The idea of your relationship with Luke and Ashton wasn’t very foreign to Michael and Calum, surprisingly they weren’t very curious and didn’t ask a lot of questions.

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Time no longer mattered, what did matter was being surrounded by your friends while sitting in Luke’s lap to keep his pleas and begs to a minimum. None of it worked. This boy just couldn’t keep his hands to himself no matter how hard you tried to keep him pleased. Luke’s fingertips massaged gentle circles on your bare midriff, face buried into your neck like he hadn’t been near you in years. You tried to squirm out of his arms, but he really wasn’t having it. In fact, he made this sound when you moved that made you realize he was more turned on than you thought. Straining against those worn out jeans of his, you turned your head to whisper into his ear.

“Wanna go to the bathroom, baby?” You mutter, his head popping up from your neck to stare at you. His sunglasses were gone, they were now sitting atop Ashton’s onesie hoodie because they kept falling into Luke’s eyes and annoying him.

“Mm, mhm.” He replies, lips parted as he helped you off of his lap and stood up with you. You went to wrap your arm around his waist, but instead he was taking your hand while quickly weaving in and out through sweaty bodies and others who didn’t bother to find privacy.

A few seconds went by of your endless giggling as Luke tried a few doors, then finally found the correct one with an empty bathroom on the other side. Finally, some release of pressure for him. Luke pinned you to the counter, kicking the door of the cramped space shut and immediately attacking your lips with his own. You couldn’t stop laughing, gently cupping his cheeks and smiling because of how astounded you were. He had never been like this before— well, he had, but the poor thing would almost never act on it. The alcohol really helped him get across what he had desperately needed all night.

The sudden realization hit that Luke hadn’t locked the door, you pulled away from the kiss to look into his eyes. His pupils were dilated so wide you swore there was nothing but black enveloping his sweet icy blues, his cheeks were so pink and his eye makeup had started to smudge… the door suddenly didn't matter anymore. You pulled him back in for a kiss, those swollen, needy lips that were begging for yours again. Luke moaned against your mouth, his hands roaming your body before being interrupted once again.

The two of you froze as the door opened, within the same second you were relieved to see that it was just Ashton standing there. Two drinks in his hand, without saying a single word. After putting the drinks down on the counter, he closed the door behind him and actually locked it this time.

“Ash—“ Luke breathed, unable to finish his thought before Ashton was pulling him in for a kiss just as fierce as the one you were just receiving.

There was nothing you loved more than watching your boyfriends love each other, seeing Ashton’s thumbs hooked tightly in the belt loops of Luke’s jeans as he furiously made out with him was a very close second. You sat up on the counter, giggling to yourself as you picked up a solo cup and enjoyed the show in front of you. Luke rolled his hips forward trying to gain some friction from Ashton, it worked judging by how Luke gasped and Ashton sighed into the kiss.

“Don’t go… don’t stop.” Luke whimpered quietly as Ashton gently broke the kiss, he had to hush him as he turned to look at you.

“But look, Luke.” Ashton patted Luke’s hip, meeting your eyes which were burning with lust and slight jealousy. You wanted that attention too. “What, pretty? Y’want a turn now too?”

You nodded slowly, bottom lip pulled tensely between your teeth as you set the cup back down.

“Let’s see how good you are at riding the mechanical bull, huh?” Ashton flashed you a stupid grin, Luke started giggling like it was the funniest thing in the world while pressing his nose into Ashton’s done-up hair. It was now that you noticed the hood on the onesie, which doubled as the cow’s head, was resting on Ashton’s back.

“Can’t do that here— my gosh.” You smacked Ashton’s shoulder with the back of your hand, he playfully flinched back and sucked his teeth with a soft hissing sound.

“Ouch, you’ve got one hell of a hand. It’s from all that rope pulling, ain’t it?” There was that southern accent again, it was getting very annoying. So annoying that you had to tug Ashton in for a kiss to get him to shut up, he hummed in response and melted against your frame. He placed his hands on your thighs, playing with the frayed hems of the denim and squeezing as the kiss started to get desperate. Yours were on his chest, feeling up the gentle fur of the onesie which just made Ashton feel so cozy. It was incredible how he was surviving in that thing.

“Mmh, let me in…” Luke muttered from behind Ashton, wrapping his arms around his waist and resting his head against his shoulder. You briefly pulled away to look at Ashton, your smile being mirrored back at you as you appreciated the clinginess Luke seemed to possess from all of the alcohol he was allowed to have.

“So cute.” You mused, Luke starting to press sloppy, open-mouthed kisses to Ashton’s neck.

“Very.” Ashton replied in the same gentle tone, tilting his head to the side to let Luke’s hair brush against his cheek. “Needy tonight, are we, honeybee?” He teased.

Luke let out another sound, long and needy like a lost puppy. The look in his eyes made you pout, pushing a sweat damp curl behind his ear. There was a mutual gaze shared between you and Ashton, this wasn’t a need for you two at the moment. You could wait until you were home to really enjoy each other, but Luke could barely keep his hands to himself… something had to be done.

“Think I should help him out?” You raised your eyebrows at Ashton, Luke perked up and eagerly tightened his grip on Ashton’s waist.

“Mm, has he been good? Seems to me like he’s been misbehaving.”

“Have not!”

“See? Up to you, though.” Ashton shrugged nonchalantly, hiding his smirk from Luke which just made you smile.

“I think he deserves to be spoiled.” You settled this battle, keeping your ‘good cop’ front as Ashton was still the more brutal one when it came to bedroom roles. He liked to tease, he liked to push to the point of uncomfortableness where as you treated Luke like the princess he acted he was sometimes.

“Please?” Luke begged, giving you those sweet puppy eyes which had Ashton stepping back to you could hop off of the counter. Luke was already back against the wall, fumbling with the zipper of his jeans and hastily tugging at his skinny jeans.

“You don’t even know what I’m gonna do yet, baby.” You giggled, even though your next moves were predictable. Luke huffed and placed his hands at his sides, allowing you to do the work as you got to your knees in front of him. Ashton stood at Luke’s side, tilting his chin to meet his lips.

“Let our girl do all the work to make you feel good… don’t focus on helping.” He mumbled, lips brushing against Luke’s as he spoke which earned another needy whimper from the blond. Luke kissed Ashton again, humming when he felt both his jeans and boxers come down.

Their make-out session was bound to be broken the second your lips were pressed to his tip, moaning out helplessly to Ashton who gently stroked his jaw.

“Shh, relax. I know it feels good, don’t you love that mouth?” Ashton only fueled that desperate fire within Luke’s chest, he felt like he was about to burst at any moment because of how badly he was trying not to look at you, move his hips— nothing. He was trying so hard to be good, trying so hard just to stand there and take it. You had barely done anything and Luke was already in shambles.

Now, your mouth wrapped around the head of his cock and gently sucking, this is where he started to get used to the feeling. Those whimpers turned into rough sighs through his nose while Ashton placed loving kisses to the corner of his mouth, Luke wanted more than anything to tangle his hands in your hair… but he knew the consequences he would receive from Ashton if he did.

You took him further into your mouth, closing your eyes to focus as you heard the volume of his cries increase again.

“Oh my god,” He tilted his head back against the tile wall, lip twitching in pleasure as he panted out your name and earned more attention from Ashton. Your cycle continued, bobbing your head, swallowing around him, driving him crazy with a flick of your tongue. The recipe for his release, and you could tell he was close. How his hips jerked and his breathing picked up, his hands which were still at his sides balled into fists as he felt his control slipping out of his grasp.

“Better not see your fuckin’ ass leave the wall again.” Ashton scolded, grabbing Luke’s chin so he was looking at him again.

“Sorry— ‘m sorry, so close…” He whispered, voice hoarse from the effort he was putting in to contain himself. “So fucking close.” Luke repeated, moans following each word he spoke. He was waiting for the clear from Ashton, even though he didn’t technically need it.

“Not on her face. Don’t ruin the makeup.” Ashton finally said after a few moments of silence, he knew Luke needed that guidance when he was in a state like this. He couldn’t go without being told what to do, it was like he craved it, needed it so badly that he couldn’t think for himself.

That was also your cue to not pull off of Luke, stilling as you felt that intoxicating twitch before he came down your throat with a breathy whine of relief. It sounded like he hasn’t had an orgasm in months, when he was cumming in the same place this morning and coating your mouth for the second time today. You could say he was pretty spoiled, even if Ashton pretended like he was an extreme hard-ass.

Poor thing, his body went weak against the wall. Ashton had given him his sunglasses back and placed them on his head to push his curls back, you finishing up the job by cleaning up and helping him back into his jeans. Ashton was better at tending to him, he knew just the right words to say and how to treat him… you were better at straightening up and making sure everyone looked like nothing had happened. You were now turned towards the mirror, fixing your shirt and sneaking glances of the two boys behind you softly whispering to each other.

“Can you handle yourself for half an hour longer?” You turned to look at Luke, it was meant to be a bit of a tease, but he nodded and gave you a lazy smile.

“Definitely.” He agreed, Ashton chuckled and gently squeezed his hip before kissing his cheek. However, you paused with the familiarity of a song thumping from the main room. You looked at the other two puzzled, and in turn they gave you the same expression.

“What’s that face for?” Ashton furrowed his eyebrows, and the fact that your face lit up didn’t help at all.

“Do you seriously not hear that?!” You squealed, reaching out to grab both of their hands to lead them towards the door. “Blackout? Brokencyde is playing?! This is my favorite house party song ever!”

It finally clicked for Ashton, although it did take poor Luke a few more seconds to figure out exactly what you were excited about because he had that dumbfounded look on his face. Ashton started to laugh, having to help you open the door as you barreled down the hall and dragged the two with you. Luke was laughing as well, only for the reason that you were so insistent on getting out onto the dancefloor so you could show off. At least he had the promise of more treatment at home, knowing he could behave.

[tulip-room]

Crush Next Door - s. kiyoomi

syn. your childhood friend that you lose contact with moves next door

Ch. 7 || Idiot (affectionate)

warnings. sickfic again sorry guys 🫶🏻

words. 1.2k

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When you wake up in the morning with a pounding headache and a stuffed up nose you know something is wrong. Unfortunately you also wake up half an hour before your alarm goes off. After sending a quick message to your staff that you will not be able to come in today, which is met with get well soons when they get up, you turn over and close your eyes again.

After his talk with Komori, Sakusa grew a bit anxious when he thought about seeing you. So what if he was still hopelessly in love with you? That shouldn’t change how he’s acted around you for the past however many years he’s known you.

He scoffs as he senses himself spiralling a little bit and takes a deep breath to calm his racing mind (and heart). He had another day off from practice and decides to make good use of his day by visiting you at work. When he walks through the door and you don’t greet him though he’s a bit confused. He supposed you could be in the back.

He waits for the line to fill down before he goes up. The staff has begun to recognize him at this point and they smile when they see him. “Sakusa-san, what can we do for you?”

“I’m here to see Y/N, is she in the back?” Their smile fades a little bit as their brows furrow.

“She didn’t tell you? She’s sick today, woke up with a pounding headache and couldn’t keep her eyes open.”

“Ah, I see. Thank you,” he leaves the shop with a wave to the worker who helped him and makes his way towards the convenience store. Once again he makes his way to your house with a bag of medicine, water, and movies.

When you open the door you’re a little surprised to see him. “Kiyoomi? What are you doing here?”

“What do you think I’m doing here?” He asks as he shakes the bag slightly. “I’m here to scold you for getting sick.”

“Mhm.” You cross your arms, blanket still in hand as it drops to your shoulders. “You got sick last time.”

“I know.”

“That doesn’t bother you?”

“No.”

“You don’t always have to take care of me when I’m sick, you know, I can do just fine on my own.” You tease and let him into the house regardless. He follows the routine of taking off his shoes and placing them on the mat beside yours.

“It’s tradition.” He answers and makes his way to your kitchen. You follow behind him wrapped in your blanket and nose running. While he does care for his health he cares more for you. “And I want to. Now, go lay in your bed. Pick a movie, I’ll be there shortly.”

Despite some grumbling you do as he says and pick a movie from the bag. You also take two bottles of water and some medicine. You lay down in the bed and wait for Sakusa to get into the room to unpause the disc. When he comes into the room you hadn’t realized you had fallen asleep as he shakes you awake gently.

“Up, you need to eat.” You rub the sleep from your eyes but sit up. “How’d you get sick?” He asks after feeding you a spoonful of the soup.

“Stupid.”

“Mhm, I asked how.” Another bite.

“Forgot my umbrella yesterday.” You swear you hear a small laugh from him before he covers it up with a cough. He flicks your forehead, your face scrunches up as you rub the spot. “Ow.”

“Idiot,” it comes out much fonder than an insult is supposed to be. His voice is gentle and warm as he feeds you another bite of the soup. Once it’s all gone he washes the dish immediately and presses play on the movie when he comes back.

You make room for him on the bed and he settles against the wall. You lay your head on his chest and his hand finds its way to your hair. “Thank you Kiyoomi.”

“It’s no problem. Just don’t get me sick again.” He teases as he watches you scowl lightly at him. There’s a smile on his face as he just looks at you.

“Stop looking at me like that, I’m all loopy.” He lets out another small laugh and covers your eyes with one of his hands.

“There.” The movie plays quietly in the background but you don’t seem to care that you can’t see it anymore. “Now you don’t know if I’m looking at you or not.”

“Yeah I do.”

“And how’s that?”

“Because you’re always looking at me Kiyoomi.”

“And how would you know that?” His heart lurches a little in his chest and his breathing quickens slightly.

“Because I’m always looking at you too.” It’s said sleepily so he gathers you won’t remember this conversation later. The medicine and fever playing with your head. “Will you stay and hold me until I fall asleep?”

“I always do.” He kisses your forehead and smooths out your hair as you close your eyes. He can feel your breaths on his neck and he freezes. He really should be used to it at this point but your touch always makes him freeze.

“Relax,” you whisper and wrap your arms around him. Your eyes are still closed if they were open you would’ve noticed the blush appearing from his cheeks to his shoulders. Your sleep-addled brain doesn’t allow you to open your eyes as you place a gentle kiss to his shoulder over the fabric. “It’s just me.”

Yeah, it is you. Which is why he’s reacting like this. He feels like he doesn’t know what to do anymore but one of your hands lazily grabs around until it finds his. Oh, that helps. He feels his breathing evening out a bit as your hand squeezes his. It’s just you.

The same you he’s been in love with for years. The same you who always makes him feel safe. The you that even though he’s here to take care of you is taking care of him.

The two of you fall asleep like that, holding each other. You both groan when your alarm goes off in the morning. You turn in his hold and snooze it. When you turn back around he has an arm thrown over his eyes. “Good morning,” you whisper quietly to the man next to you.

He hums in response, not quite ready for words yet. You let out a small laugh. “I didn’t get you sick right?” You move his arm to press your hand to his forehead. He’s pouting but not sick. “Don’t pout.” You shake your head endearingly at him.

Once you find the energy to get up from the bed you make coffee and breakfast for both of you. You eat in comfortable silence neither wanting to address his staying over. You hug him goodbye after he helps you wash the dishes. “Goodbye Kiyoomi-“

“Not goodbye. See you later.”

“Fine, see you later Kiyoomi.” You give him a squeeze and let go. This time you watch from your porch as he walks to his house and don’t go inside until he waves at you from his window.

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O8. a helping hand [fanboy!scaramouche x drummer!reader] ⎯⎯ heartbeat rhythm series

"it's so sunny, i just love spring!"

hu tao giddily stretches out her arms while jumping up and down, bathing in the delightful sunshine. you use your hand as a visor to shield your eyes from the blinding brightness. "i'm just glad it stopped snowing," you sigh out. "my outfits weren't as nice with all the cold weather..."

yanfei has her clipboard tucked beneath her arm as she makes her way to you two. "get a move on! the school fes is in three weeks, we can't be wasting time." she stops right in front of hu tao, who smugly grins at her. "looks like someone's been taking after the president's temper~"

the salmon haired female pouts, "it's not funny. he's totally stressing the student council with his demands and i agree with amber on how fast he's proceeding with things." she wearily closes her eyes, uttering, "just do your job and write up a song, quickly, at that."

yanfei places a hand on her hip, quizzically looking between you and hu tao.

"where's yun jin and yoimiya?"

you scratch the back of your head and mutter, "yun jin's trying to calm madam faruzan since we agreed to performing at the school festival without her permission and yoimiya's-" all of a sudden, a yell disrupts your sentence.

"hey, guys! i got ice cream!" yoimiya playfully giggles and makes her way onto the outdoor stage to join you three. you beam, "thanks so much, 'miya!" she hands each you, hu tao and yanfei a vanilla fudge swirl ice cream in a wafer cone. yanfei's shoulders sink in a matter of disappointment.

"thank you, yoimiya, but please do your job, guys. this is so tiring... ah, i forgot to check up on kaeya! he better not be buying useless things off of our school funds again!" yanfei hurriedly walks down the stage and back into the school building, all the while eating her ice cream.

yoimiya frowns, "what's up with her and where's ayaka?" hu tao makes kitten licks at the vanilla part of the ice cream. "something about the president stressing the council with the preparation of the school fes so ayaka's probably helping out too. anyways, she wants us to write a song by the end of today's work period."

yoimiya yelps, tightening her hold on the ice cream cone, "by the end of today's work period!? that's in an hour and a half, there's no way we can make a song without yun jin!" you place your hands on both girls' shoulders.

"we'll be alright! let's just start with the simple stuff, right? what's the song going to be about?" you take a nibble out of the ice cream to avoid any irritating brain-freeze. "hrm... what about," hu tao cheekily grins, "you write a song about your feelings for scaramouche?"

a moment of silence.

"nope. the lyrics are going to be ninety percent of nonsense." you sit onto your drum throne, mumbling, "i haven't even given him the cd of our album." hu tao and yoimiya yell in unison, "YOU HAVEN'T!?" hu tao nags, "it's nearly been a week since you got a hold of it!"

you slap either side of your face to knock some sense into yourself. "you're right, but everytime i'm about to give it to him, something just comes up. maybe it's a sign from celestia that it's a bad idea." you curiously glance up at the sky and hu tao waves around her ice cream cone, yelling, "a sign from celestia my ass!"

"i don't see any work getting done!" yanfei exclaims, exiting the school with a box of what seems to be decorations. yoimiya holds up two fingers on one hand, declaring, "we got this, yanfei! this is our thinking process!" yanfei sets the box down and kazuha follows her outside.

he sends you a kind smile and you meekly smile back. "sorry we couldn't get together on better circumstances, but from what ayaka tells me, you three should be fully capable of writing a song by the end of today, hm?" kazuha's gentle tone has the means of encouraging you.

yoimiya grins, "definitely! see, yanfei? the band would do just fine if it were us three." yanfei lets out a long exhale while opening the box, "whatever you say. oh, (name)," she turns to you and you hum in acknowledgement to her call.

"why don't you go and calm down mister angry pants? maybe he'll give you guys an extra day if you ask good enough since you're probably his favourite member." yanfei's suggestion makes you flustered. you panic, "not in front of kazuha!" the said male lightly laughs at your antics and you instantly turn red.

hu tao and yoimiya exchange sly looks. hu tao gently pushes you down the stage's stairs, whispering, "well, if you're not going to do it for yourself, do it for the band, right?" you open your mouth, about to interfere but she shoves you inside of the school building as a, 'good luck!' sort of gesture.

the doors slam behind you and you back away in surprise. here we go.

you look left and right while slowly walking through the halls. where was the student council's meeting room again? you peer into a room and find scaramouche standing there, mumbling things to himself with his eyes closed. you take great care in trying not to startle him by your arrival and you stand in front of him.

his face looks so perfect. his skin is fair and clear, his lashes somewhat long and his lips, soft and unbitten.

you carefully bring up your hand to tap his shoulder. scaramouche's eyes go wide and he immediately mistakens you for kaeya, which results in him taking ahold of your arm. "kaeya, what-!?" he freezes when he realizes his hand wrapped itself around you.

the two of you awkwardly stand in silence. "i'm sorry," scaramouche says, embarrassed by his sudden outburst. he swiftly lets go of you and squints in a flustered state. you let out a lopsided grin and shake it off with a wave of your hand, "it's okay, it's my fault for arriving out of nowhere."

scaramouche looks elsewhere and leans against the desk behind him while crossing his arms. "so... what brings you here?" his attempt of playing it off the "cool" way, even though he's still fazed by the previous moments. you deeply look back at what hu tao said to you. "if you're not going to do it for yourself, do it for the band."

that's right. yun jin's been so busy; she hasn't had the time to look after the band like she usually does, being the leader and all. with her gone and scaramouche putting you in the position as the new leader since she's absent, it's your job to do what's best for the members.

"listen, i know it's impolite of me to ask but could you give us one more day?-"

"sure." without a sliver of hesitation, he allows it. you blink in surprise. you had a whole speech planned in your mind and he... let it go? "really? i mean, thank you, scaramouche, we won't disappoint!" out of excitement, you thank him with a hug and make your way back to the outdoor stage.

after giving him that sudden embrace, scaramouche's arms are out wide and he's completely gone still. these arms of his... "these arms of mine have held the (name). i'm a changed man."

yanfei catches sight of you leaving the school building. "how'd it go," she asks, putting a pause to the decorating process around the outdoor stage's arc. you huff out with a smile. "he was super relaxed about it; i didn't even have to finish my sentence and he said he'll let it happen!"

kazuha's lips fall agape in surprise. "well, that's certainly a change for the council's president. he doesn't agree to these things so easily," the platinum blonde haired male remarks. you tilt your head and utter, "that's interesting."

yanfei swore an irk mark appeared on her forehead that very moment. she forces a grin and seethes through her teeth, "oh, yes, very interesting." she rolls her eyes and continues sorting out the decorations. 'it's totally not like he likes you or anything.'

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what happens when you, a talented and well-known drummer across the web, grow an intense crush for the student council president, who's also your number one fan? from annoying sisters to nosy bandmates, the next event that happens is always more chaotic than the last!

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Our Twilight - Series Finale: Haseul

Prolouge Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

A/N: So, you’ve reached the ending of “Our Twilight”.

If you’re seeing this, congrats for making it this far. Honestly, I didn’t expect to finish this series since it took me way too long to write them. But alas, here we are.

Haseul’s (and Joon’s) arc might have ended, but that doesn’t mean they have reached the end. They will appear more in other Moonverse installments, whether as the main or side characters. So, look forward to that.

Once again, thank you for reading this mini-series till the end, and I’ll see you all in the next fic.

Ghost, out.

The present day:

“Min-Joon…” Haseul tries her hardest to bite back her tears, although her efforts are of no avail as her tears just keep flowing freely down her cheeks, as repressed memories of her childhood come back in waves.

Happy moments, bitter arguments, gentle comfort, every single moment she spent with him, floods her mind, like a desert finally, finally getting its long-awaited downpour, so is Haseul with her long-forgotten, yet finally returned best friend.

Like a puppet whose string has been cut, Haseul plops down onto the floor, sobbing into her hands, tears of happiness mixed in with guilt as she remembered what she had said to him. It was her that had broken off her friendship. It was her that had repressed her own memories of him.

It was all her fault.

Contrary to the crying Haseul, Joon is incredibly confused, not knowing how to act, finally meeting his best friend, his first (and only) love after so, so long. Seeing her sobbing her heart out pains him greatly, yet he is at a loss for words. He kneels in front of her, slowing patting her back gently, making circular motions on her back. Just like how he did back then whenever he comforts her.

And just like back then, it doesn’t take long for Haseul to latch herself onto him, her arms wrapping around his torso and her face digging into his shoulder. Her body’s still trembling, with Joon feeling his shirt getting wet from her tears. But he doesn’t mind, Haseul takes priority of course.

And so, both sit there on the ground, with Haseul sobbing onto Joon’s shoulder, and Joon slowly soothing her. Just like old times.

“Haseul!” And just like old times, Jinsol comes barreling like a hurricane, with her hands on her knees panting profusely, interrupting whatever moment Joon and Haseul has with each other.

“Well, hello there.” Joon lets out a somewhat neutral greeting, unaware if Jinsol remembers him or not while Haseul not bothering to respond to Jinsol’s entrance.

“‘Hello?’ Are we that far apart already, Joon?” Jinsol pouts as she gathers her breath, finally gathering enough strength to stand up straight.

Joon snickers slightly at her remark. “Sorry, I don’t know if you also forgot about me.”

“Well…” Jinsol lets out an awkward laugh “I kind of did, because I didn’t hear Haseul mentioning you for a long time.” Jinsol looks down embarrassedly “Forgive me?”

“Daewon didn’t mention about me either?” “Well, after seeing Haseul not reacting to your name when we mentioned you, we agreed not to mention you again.” Jinsol explains.

“Ah.” Joon chuckles, patting the shaking Haseul that has somehow wrapped her arms around him tighter. “That makes sense I suppose.”

“You’re not mad?”

“Why would I be?” Joon counters with another question.

“Well, we promised to stay in contact, but I totally forgot about it.” Guiltily, Jinsol glances around the room.

“Dae visited me a lot, so technically still stayed in touch. I already counted you and Dae as one, also, took you guys long enough.” Teasingly, Joon adds a joke at his friend’s relationship, earning a blush and a shout from Jinsol.

“Yah!” In an effort to divert the topic, Jinsol stops Joon from teasing her by asking another question.

“What’s with the ‘MJ’ thing, anyways?”

Joon lets out a hum as he’s soothing Haseul, who is no longer shaking, but is still clingy onto him.

Seeing him being non-responsive, Jinsol presses on. “If I remember correctly, you refused the offer back then, right? Then how did you become a trainee that almost debuted?”

“It’s a long story, Jinsol.”

 “I want to hear it.” Before Jinsol can respond, Haseul’s voice is heard. Coarse and raspy from her sobbing, but undeniably hers. Joon looks down to see her looking up at him with her blood-shoot eyes. “Please Joonie, I don’t want to make the same mistake again.” She gives him a pleading look, one that he knows he can’t ever deny her. He is still very many head over heels for her, although this is neither the place, or time for that.

“Alright, just, let me move to the chair really quick.” Surprising both Jinsol and Haseul, Joon stands up, with Haseul still clinging onto him, with relative ease. “Are you eating properly, Haseul?” He frowns, sitting down at a nearby chair. “I am…” Despite her momentary surprise, Haseul quickly settles down on his lap, like she is claiming her rightful place once again.

“You guys are making me miss Daewon…” Jinsol pouts at her friends, taking a seat next to them.

“Sorry not sorry.” Joon snickers, earning a smack on the shoulder by Jinsol.

With everyone situated, Joon, although a bit reluctant, starts to reminisce back to his trainee days, giving them all the details but carefully omitting those of his own feelings. As much as he wants to tell everything, he can’t bear to tell her that he once hated her, just because he didn’t understand his own feelings towards her.

Seeing her breaking down just from seeing him again is like a stab to his heart, he wishes to spare her from the pain, less she thinks that it was her fault again.

But it wasn’t her fault, it was never hers.

It was his, and his fault entirely.

Just like how Joon frequently tells stories to little kids visiting the library, he tells Jinsol and Haseul a brief summary of his supposed dark past that they weren’t a part in. Navigating through his own feelings back then, he now knows what to tell, and what not to tell.

Some things are better left unsaid after all.

“Wah, so you went through all that trouble because you thought Haseul would meet you again if you became an idol?” Jinsol is equally amazed and confused.

“That’s quite stupid though. If you want to talk to her, you could've called or something.” Jinsol crosses her arms and legs with a little attitude thinking that Joon went a little extreme with his actions.

“Younger me was depressed and stubborn, it was hard talking any reason into him. God bless my aunt for putting up with me.”

“Glad you know that.” He jolts, looking up at the source of the voice: his aunt, leaning against the bookshelf that acts as the door to the secret room. “So, this is where you’ve been hiding, you brat.” She whistles, looking around. “Dad really did make a hidden room.” She mumbles to herself, before turning back to the group of people sitting at the center of the room.

“Hi Seulie, Jinsol.” she smiles gently at the girls. “AH! AUNTIE!” Jinsol seems to be having her second epiphany of the day. “I’M SO SORRY I DIDN’T RECOGNIZE YOU!” She stands up and bows immediately to the amusement of his aunt. “It’s ok Jinsol, it’s been a long time.”

“Auntie…” Haseul mumbles, still sitting on Joon’s lap, with her face looking down.

Even without seeing his aunt, Haseul can feel her hand patting the top of her head. “Glad to see you again, Haseul.” Haseul doesn’t need to see her face to know the gentle smile that she always has on her face while talking to Haseul.

Haseul must bit down her bottom lips to prevent her tears from spilling out, only giving out a small nod.

“I know this is a heartwarming reunion for you guys, but I really need borrow Joon, are you guys ok with it?”

Jinsol nods, opposite of Haseul who refused at first but then let him go knowing he's working at the moment.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back quick, I promise.” Joon seems to sense her hesitation, causing him to smile gently at her. “... Ok…” Haseul finally gets off his lap, as his aunt immediately pulls him out of the room leaving the two girls alone in the room.

“Who would have thought that your ‘prince charming’ would be your former best friend.” Jinsol scratches her nape, finding this situation hilarious and just as equally confusing.

“Mhmm…” is Haseul’s only response.

“Haseul?” Jinsol turns to her, patting her shoulder “You know he doesn’t blame you, right?”

Haseul only stares down onto the floor, not willing to answer that question.

Seeing that there’s no way to prompt an answer out of Haseul, Jinsol decides to shift the topic.

“Now that you found him, what do you plan to do?” Jinsol isn’t expecting an answer from Haseul, yet she does receive one. One that is honestly, quite scary.

“I’m not letting him go again.”

----

Later that day…

Jinsol has already left a while ago, leaving Haseul alone with her thoughts while waiting for Joon.

Truth be told, Haseul is glad that she has some alone time right now, it is hard to deal with the mess that is her repressed memories with someone keep trying to make conversations to her. Though it would make a good distraction, Haseul needs none of that right now.

Sitting at the seating area of the library provides Haseul a good view of Joon going about his work. Helping people in finding their books, rearranging the shelves, even reading books to children who are too young to read. Haseul can’t help but be proud, and yet saddened at the same time.

Where have she been all this time?

Undoubtedly, Haseul knows that Joon has been following her progress all this time, and though he might not say it, Haseul knows that there are other forces driven Joon into doing this.

He wouldn’t have become a trainee just to see her again, he would just barge into the company to do that. Haseul can’t help but chuckle a bit, younger Joon can be so stubborn at times.

Glancing at Joon who is adding more books to the shelves, Haseul can’t help but feel a dagger stabbed into her heart. Regardless of whatever the reason was, Joon has been following her progress. So then, where was she?

What did she do?

Didn’t she promise him that she would never leave him? That they would always be friends? Then why is it that she missed out on… All of this? She glances back at Joon. Why did she miss out on him growing up and maturing into the man standing here?

Why did she miss out on him struggling and coping with her leaving, even resorting to doing the one thing that he didn’t want to, just to get a chance to see her again?

Haseul knows the answer to it, though she is too ashamed for it. She was selfish.

She was selfish for thinking that Joon would follow her anywhere and do anything with her, even if it was something that he did not like. It was this selfishness that caused her to turn her back against him when he didn’t follow her, despite the countless time that he had followed her before.

She was delusional to think that just because Joon agreed to participate in the contest with her, meant that he would follow her into the idol life.

Selfishness caused her to tune him out of her life, thinking that he betrayed her, and their promise, and even denied him an explanation that he definitely deserved.

If only she wasn’t so selfish.

If only she listened to him.

If only they stayed friends.

Looking back at it, it wasn’t that big of a deal that Joon refused to be a trainee. Even if Haseul got busier and busier, they would still find a way to stay in touch. Their friendship was too strong to be broken over a mere busy working schedule.

Why was it that she was so upset over it? Haseul mulls it over. Was it because of the fact that Joon didn’t follow her out of her selfishness?

Was it because she has had false hope that she would be able to convince him?

Was it because she didn’t want to let him go?

Was it because she liked him- Ah.

She liked him.

She never had the guts to say it to him, but she liked him, very much. It was because of her promise with him that pulled her through the time she spent studying abroad, the thought of seeing him again motivated her to no end.

She liked him so much. She didn’t think that she would ever be separating from him. She never thought she would be with anyone besides him.

No. ‘like’ wasn’t enough to describe it.

She loved him, though she never realized it, but she did. That was why she was so upset back then, she thought he betrayed her, betrayed them.

Haseul falls into a rabbit hole of her own mind, her thoughts spiraling out of control with every minute she’s left alone by herself. The more she thinks, the more depressing the thoughts, she isn’t worthy of being a kpop idol, she isn’t worthy of being friends with Joon again. She doesn’t deserve-

“Haseul?”

With just one word, Haseul is brought back from the depth of her mind, back to the real world, only to see Joon, standing in front of her but lowering himself so he’s at eye level with her. “Are you ok?”

“Y-yeah! I’m fine Joon-ah” Haseul immediately puts up a smile for him, a smile that she is so used to practicing that she can pull it out instantly. “Do you need something?” Before Joon can continue asking, Haseul interrupts him first.

Joon stays silent for a while before asking. “Well, my work is finished for the day, want to go back? I can give you a ride.”

“Can I visit your home instead?” Haseul doesn’t think twice before asking. “Are you sure about that?” He raises his eyebrow. “Aren’t you busy with your schedules?”

“Like I said, I’m really fine, Joon.” She once again flashes her smile at him, but seemingly at no effect because Joon keeps looking at her with a worried expression.

“If you insist.” In the end, Joon doesn’t deny her request. After a short talk to his aunt, he and Haseul leaves the library, the afternoon breeze hit their face immediately as the sky cast an orange glow down onto the streets below, indicating the near end of a day.

“I live near here, so I usually walk, I hope that’s fine with you.” Joon glances at her, to which Haseul gives him a small smile “I don’t mind.”

The walk to his home is filled with awkward silence, as they both don’t know how to talk to each other again after so long. It seemed like it was just yesterday that they were walking to school together, making jokes, teasing each other, and talking about the most random thing they can think of.

Now, here they are, years later, as grown adults, and it seems like their once friendship was gone, puff up into smokes, nowhere to be seen.

Luckily, it doesn’t take long for them to reach his place.

“After you.” Like a gentleman, Joon opens the door for her to go in first. “Aw, so gentlemanly~” Haseul can’t help but coo, reminded by his behaviours back then. He was also like this towards her.

“Make yourself at home, I’ll prepare something for us.” Joon motions to the living room while heading towards the kitchen for some refreshments, and Haseul is left alone to wander around his place.

The apartment isn’t too big, but it’s enough to accommodate for one person. The decorations are actually well picked, for a guy living alone. Haseul snickers. The walls are covered in a deep blue color, adorned with a few posters and picture frames.

Off to the side, at the far corner is a small bookshelf, as expected of a librarian. Besides that, the furniture placement reminded her of his old home that he used to live with his aunt: homey, cozy, nostalgic.

“I see that you’re already familiarize yourself with the place?” Joon comes back with 2 mugs of juice, setting them down on the coffee table. “Well, just a glance and I can see your aunt’s fingerprint all over the place.” She smirks at him.

“To be fair I did choose the wall color, and that bookshelf.” Joon shrugs, sitting down at the couch then patting the spot next to him.

Though somewhat reluctant, Haseul sits down next to him, her eyes immediately noticing the mugs on the table. “It’s my mug…” She smiles nostalgically. Due to how often she visited his place, his aunt brought some extra stuffs for her to use whenever she stayed over, and this mug was one of them.

“Mhmm, my aunt wanted to give it away, but I kept it, for nostalgia's sake.” He takes a sip of his mug. “Apple juice, it’s too late for coffee, and I don’t have any soju here.” Haseul just holds up the mug, staring down onto the liquid inside, before looking back at him. “You remembered.” Apple juice is also her favorite juice.

“I grew fond of it over time.” Joon shrugs like it was just a coincidence. Haseul remains silent as she looks at him, then takes a sip of her juice, her eyes already brimming with tears. “Min-Joon, I-”

Before she can say anything, Joon leans forward to wipe her tears away with a handkerchief, before placing a finger on her lips. “Shush, it’s ok Haseul.” He smiles softly “We don’t have to talk about it now. I’m just glad to have my friend back.” With a quick motion, he pinches her cheek.

“But-”

“Nah ah, no buts.” Joon cuts her off. “If you want to say something, how about you tell me about your idol life? I’m kind of curious about it.”

Despite her best effort, Joon’s earnest gaze at her makes her unable to deny his wish, so she starts to recount those days of her trainee turned idol life.

Whatever kind of awkward they have left ever since the library and on the way home soon faded away while they converse with each other. They say it’s easy to relapse into a bad habit if you’re not careful enough, and it’s the same here, not to say what they have together is bad or anything.

Haseul and Joon takes no time to ease back into their regular routine: her talking and ranting about various stuffs while Joon listens intently, with a few jokes and teases here and there.

Unbeknownst to Haseul, the stress and guilt she has lessen while in the presence of Joon. To be able to talk, to confine to her best friend again, she feels relief, that Joon doesn’t hold a grudge against her, and that he is still the best friend that she once had.

It feels nice, great, even, Haseul thinks, to be with him again. Her thought inevitably goes back to the past, back when she had feelings for him. Does she still view Joon in that way? The answer is unsurprisingly, yes.

She wouldn’t have gone through all the pain of looking for him again, if she never had anything for him. Deep within her heart, some part of it still craves for Joon. Crave to be with him, to love him and be loved by him. Maybe that’s why she tried to find him again. As cheesy as this sounds, Joon has been such an important part of her childhood, she feels empty without him.

Without the both of them realizing, the sun has already set, and there are still so many things left to be said. “Ah, it’s quite late…” Joon glances at the clock, his voice indicates a sense of regret. “Come, I’ll give you a ride back.” He stands up, or tries to, only to be stopped by Haseul holding his hand.

“Joon-ah, wait, there’s something I want to say.” She looks at him pleadingly when he opens his mouth to say something “I’ll probably regret it my whole life if I don’t say it, so please, give me this chance.” Joon bit his lower lips in contemplating before turning his body to him, indicating that she has his full attention.

“Thank you, Joon-ah” she smiles lightly. “I’m also sorry. I know just apologizing isn’t fair to you, especially with what you’ve been through, but I need to say it.” Haseul holds both of his hands in hers. “I’m sorry for being selfish for wanting you to follow me. I’m sorry for not giving you a chance to fully explain yourself. I’m sorry for tuning you out of my life just because you wanted to follow your dream.” Her tears start to stream down her cheeks as she looks at him with her bloodshot eyes full of guilt and regret. “I’m sorry for breaking our promise. I’m really…. Sorry.” She starts to sob, her emotions overwhelming her at once.

Joon pulls her into a tight hug, his hands caressing her head and back gently as she is pressed fully against his chest, her arms wrapping around his torso. “It’s ok Haseul, It’s ok…” she hears his voice on top of her head as he rests his chin on it. “It was partly my fault as well. You don’t have to blame yourself.” Hearing his gentle voice soothing her, Haseul can’t help but break down once again, sobbing onto his chest as she grasps his shirt for dear life, like she was afraid that he might disappear if her grasp was to loosen just a bit.

Patiently, Joon continues to soothe her with gentle gestures, a few small pats on her head, his hand circling her trembling back. Old patterns come back, and Haseul soon finds tears dried, yet she is relaxed into his embrace. Like 2 halves of a puzzle, she feels complete in his arms, like it was meant to be.

“I love you.” Haseul suddenly says, her voice muffled by his shirt.

“Hmm?” Joon is surprised to hear this, yet he feints calmness “What did you just say?” Though there’s no fooling Haseul, with her head so close to his chest, she can feel his heart beating wildly.

She looks up at him. Her eyes resolute, firm, like what she just said wasn’t a declaration of love, but a declaration of war. “I love you.” She repeats the sentence clearly, instantly flustering Joon. “W-what?”

“I know we just met again today, but I don’t want to lose you again.” Her gaze softens, hints of guilt flashing through her eyes. “I can’t just pretend that I didn’t ghost you for a good part of your life. But I can repay you for it.”

Though speechless, Joon gently parts himself away from Haseul’s hug, holding her by her shoulders as he tries to find words to say. “Look, Haseul. You don’t need to pity me just because you ghosted me like that. Don’t force yourself into doing this, we can just be friends-”

Haseul isn’t going to let Joon finish his words. She tackles him onto his couch, then straddles him, her hands cupping his cheek as she stares down at him. “I’m not forcing myself, Min-Joon.” Her voice turns incredibly soft and tender “I really, genuinely love you.” Her smile seems to be the sun itself, radiating, as Joon can help but blush slightly from it.

“The reason I was angry with you back then, was because I liked you so much, that the thought of you not following me broke my heart into pieces.” Tears threaten to fall out of her eyes, yet she continues. “I lost you once, I don’t want to lose you again, Joonie.” Her lips trembles, her eyes casting downward, away from his gaze. “Please….”

“You pabo.” Haseul looks up at Joon, surprised to see tears flowing out his eyes as he raises a hand up to her cheek. “I thought I would never hear that from you.” He chokes on his tears “I thought, I could only stand and watch you from afar.” His thumb wiping away her cheek in a futile attempt. “I love you too, Seulie. I’ve loved you for so long…”

Overwhelmed by her own emotions, Haseul leans down to claim his lips, the both of them sharing a passionate kiss. The combined culmination of everything they’ve felt and suppressed this entire time, their anger, their frustration, their kiss, all melted into this one kiss. As such, their lips do not part from each other, until the both of them need to catch their breaths.

“Be mine?”

“Always have been.”

Just a short exchange, nothing more, nothing less, before their lips are glued to each other again, their kiss turns passionate, fiery as Haseul’s arms wrap around Joon’s neck, and his arms wrap around her waist. Soon before long, their tongues intertwined in a heated dance for dominance, as their kiss turns into a full out make out session, with none backing down from each other.

Once again, they must part away due to their lack of air, a string of saliva still connecting their lips as they gaze at each other, their eyes full of unsaid emotions.

“Let’s do it.” Haseul says, her intention obvious enough. “There’s no turning back from this, you know.” True to himself, Joon gives her a warning. But instead of answering his question verbally, Haseul’s hands sneak underneath his shirt, feeling up his toned abdomen. “What about your schedules?” “Jinsol can cover for me.” Sorry Jinsol.

“What about-”

“You don’t want to do it with me?” Haseul pouts, her hands still resting on his stomach.

Instead of answering her, he suddenly flips her over, earning a yelp from her as he is now looming on top of her, her body stuck between him, and the couch. “I just don’t want you to have any regret.” He looks down at her, his face a mixture of lust and consideration.

“The only thing I regret is not getting together with you sooner.” Haseul smiles sweetly, her hand reaching up to cup his cheek. “Now take me, my love.”

Leaning against the palm of her hand for the briefest of moment, Joon slowly lowers himself down onto her, his lips latching onto her neck as he gives her the gentlest of kisses and nibbles.

Haseul squirms underneath his touch, his nibbles and kisses are more than enough to stimulate her, to arouse her, to excite her.

“I’m never letting you go again.” Was arguably to last sentence spoken between the two of them before both of them dissolve into what could be called, passionate lovemaking.

Groans, moans, and the sound of slapping reverberate the apartment as the newly formed couple consummate their once-broken relationship, now whole and complete again, and arguably stronger than before. They lose track of how many times they did it before the collapse into a heaping pile of sweats, tears, and various other liquid. But none of them minded. Because in that moment, they have each other, and that is enough for them.

-----

Blink.

More blinks.

Even more blinks.

Rising from her deep slumber from an exhausting night, Haseul is having a hard time to wake up right now. It takes all her strength just to blink her eyes slowly, making sure that her eyes are accustomed to what little light there is in the bedroom. After a while, Haseul finally gathers enough strength to sit up. And as she does, she is greeted with a surprise: She isn’t in her room. Also, and she isn’t wearing anything underneath the blanket.

Frantically, Haseul pulls the blanket close to her as she looks around the surroundings in a frightening matter. Thankfully, she doesn’t have to do this for long, as memories of the day before gradually flows back into her still half-asleep brain, and she realizes where she’s at: Joon’s bedroom.

Knowing that she’s safe now, Haseul takes her time looking around his room instead, taking in the sight of his personalized room. Given that it isn’t that much different from his old bedroom back then, but Haseul doesn’t mind. It’s good to know that there’s still something that just doesn’t change.

“Hello, you.” So absorbed in her thought, Haseul doesn’t even notice Joon standing at the door, in his hands a tray of food.

“Hey.” She responds with a small smile at the sight of him. “Did you bring me here?” Joon puts the tray on the bedside table before setting up a small table for Haseul on the bed, moving the tray to there instead. “Yeah, sleeping on the bed is more comfortable than sleeping on the couch.” He answers with a chuckle.

A curt nod from Haseul, before she is distracted by the tray of breakfast laid in front of her. Though it’s just a few simple dishes, she is starving as activities from last night left her drained. “Eat it, it’s for you.” Haseul just digs in at this point, her hunger taking over her at this moment.

Joon just sits there, next to her, watching her devouring his food with a smile, yet it seems like he’s not fully here with her, like his mind is wandering elsewhere.

Of course, that doesn’t Haseul’s sense, as she looks at him quizzically. “What’s wrong?” Snapping back from his thought, Joon gives her an apologetic smile “Sorry, I was just thinking about…us.”

“May I ask why?” Haseul swallows the last of her food, before diverting her full attention to Joon.

“I’m…I’m afraid that our relationship might implicate your work.” Knowing he can’t hide anything from Haseul, Joon decides to be honest. “You’re arguably at the height of your career. Your fans love you. But I’m afraid that everything you built up to might crumble, just because of me.” Joon looks away. “I’m just a librarian, Seulie, I’m-”

Joon’s word is cut off by Haseul as her lips sealed his for a quick kiss.

“You.” She looks at him. “Are the mysterious trainee that caused an uproar at a variety show and disappear. Do you know how much people’s been raving for you? How many people who’s been claiming that you are their bias, despite not being an idol?” Haseul’s hands squish his cheek, forcing him to look at her. “Don’t you dare say that you’re not worth it, when it only took you one performance to reach the popularity that costed me 2 years of hard work.”

“I’m…sorry?” Joon is incredibly confused with Haseul’s action. On one hand, she seems to be consoling him, but on the other hand, she seems to be letting our all her frustration that was caused by him.

“Don’t say that you’re not worth it. Because for me, I would sacrifice everything, to get you back with me.” Haseul smiles sweetly, pecking his lips. Joon can’t really do nothing but smile at her. His friend, turn best friend, estranged, yet together once more, now as his girlfriend instead.

“I love you Seulie.”

“I love you too Joonie.”

The two of them share another quick kiss before being interrupted by someone’s phone buzzing constantly. “Must be Jinsol and the girls.” Haseul snickers.

“So?” Joon looks at her. “Gimme a few, I need a shower, and a fresh pair of clothes.” She then pecks his cheek “Then I need you to give me a ride back to the dorm, sounds good?” Joon nods, “Good, now get out, I need to shower.” Haseul playfully shoves Joon away, which he obliges and gets out of his room.

A few minutes later….

Haseul emerges from his bathroom, clean from their rodeo last night, wearing her clothes, with just a few more additions.

“Hey, isn’t that my hoodie?” Joon protests.

“Yes, and?” Haseul glares at him, daring him to take it back.

“Never mind.” And of course, he gives up almost instantly.

“That’s more like it” She smiles, approaching him, her hand quickly intertwined with his.

“Let’s go?”

“Yes.”

And so, the new couple set out from the apartment, starting a new chapter in their relationship.

The road they took to get here was arduous and full of pain and heartache, but thanks to it, their relationship is reinforced even stronger than before. Nothing will stand between them, not anymore.

.

.

.

“Oh, by the way, you’re going to meet the girls as well. They already knew about my search for you, so they are expecting you.”

“God damn it. Fine.”

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A/N: For those who thought this would be an angst really thought I would be that heartless? I'm disappointed. Lol

[beneathashadytree]

MAYA’S 2K+ FOLLOWERS EVENT!

Just a month or so ago, this blog hit 2K followers! It feels so surreal; to have so many people reading (and actually enjoying! Like, can you imagine?) my fics is a dream come true. To celebrate this incredible milestone, I’ve decided to hold an event! I will be opening my requests for the upcoming weeks—from today, 26/1/2023, till 9/2/2023. I’ll be outlining my requesting rules here💗

FANDOMS I’LL WRITE FOR:

One Piece

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

Moriarty the Patriot

Attack on Titan

Boku No Hero Academia

Bungou Stray Dogs

Haikyuu!!

Kuroko no Basket

Tokyo Revengers

Juiutsu Kaisen

Mr. Love: Queen's Choice

Ikemen Sengoku

Ikemen Vampire

Ikemen Prince

Ikemen Revolution

Check my regular rules for requesting to find out where I’m at in each series/game! And here is my full masterlist, if you’d like to check out my works!

GENRES I’LL WRITE:

Fluff

Angst

Smut (as long as I’m comfortable with it)

Hurt/Comfort

Angst to fluff

Platonic or romantic

PS: I generally write for gender-neutral readers! I try to be as inclusive as possible 🫶🏽

You can, of course, request more than one dialogue prompt. Any additional details you'd like, just let me know.

EXAMPLES OF REQUESTS:

Hi, I would like to request an angst piece for Jotaro Kujo in JJBA, prompt "Would you stop that?"

I want to request a smut piece for Vinsmoke Sanji, prompt number 64, reader is a switch and is the one saying it to him!

EVENT PROMPTS:

“No one's ever done that to me before.”

“Could you play with my hair?”

“I can't remember the last time I did this with someone.”

“That feels nice.”

“I haven't been hugged in years.”

“I never want to let go.”

“Let’s just cuddle forever.”

“You put your arm around me and I literally felt my knees buckle, this is so pathetic.”

“I just want to be held for a little while.”

“You’re legally obligated to keep holding me.”

"I think I forgot what human contact felt like.”

“I need to remember what hugs feel like.”

“Do you mind if we stay like this for a little longer?”

“My family was never the touchy-feely type.”

“I’ve never been in a relationship before, so I don't really know how to do the whole…..kissing thing.”

“You were my first kiss.”

“Could we cuddle, like, platonically?"

“I’m in desperate need of a hug.”

"What's wrong with me?"

"Are you mad at me?"

"Can this stay between us?”

"I don't want you to go."

“Would you stop that?"

"Can we talk?”

"I have to tell you something."

"Take my hand."

"Sometimes I can't help but get lost in your eyes."

"This is my fault.”

"Talk to me. I'm here for you."

“Please, just come home."

"I didn't want to go to bed without you."

“You're doing it wrong."

"Go ahead, hit me."

“You don't give yourself enough credit."

"Why do you hate me?"

“Tell me something I don't know."

"Please don't make me go home."

"I've never seen you like this."

“You’re up early.”

"Let's just have sex instead."

"This part of you…seems to be very sensitive."

"Prove to me that you deserve this."

"If you give me a hickey, I'll have to give you one too."

"Ah, I see you have a little problem. I can help."

"I've never been into this stuff…until I met you."

"I just like keeping you close. You're so warm."

"Be quiet. We're not alone."

"And what if I want you to do that?"

"It's okay, you're doing great. Keep going."

"Come back to bed."

"You haven't seen anything yet."

"Can you feel what you've done to me?"

"Okay, but we have to be quick."

"Fine, I admit, I've fantasized about this before."

"I'll go gentle. Though, we can always change that."

"You shouldn't have said that. Now I can't resist you."

"I knew you were secretly a pervert, but this…!"

"That's it, there we go…just like that."

"Are you trying to seduce me? Because it's working."

"It's time for payback. Turn around."

"So you do like getting spoiled after all."

"Don't stop looking at me while you do it."

"You say that, but all I hear is 'more, more, more'"

"I want to love every inch of you tonight."

"Hey, hey, two on one is not fair!"

"Enough of that, let me fuck you."

"You can still keep going?! What in the world are you?"

"Take your time. The whole night is ahead of us."

"You like the way this fabric feels, don't you?"

"Your face is a mess… a very pretty mess."

[Prompts by @bewitchingmemes, @violettduchess]

EVENT MASTERLIST:

Spellbound (Giorno Giovanna, Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Desperate (Mori Ougai, Bungou Stray Dogs)

Silk (Louis Moriarty, Moriarty the Patriot)

Inside (Sherlock Holmes, Moriarty the Patriot)

Call on Me (Chifuyu Matsuno, Tokyo Revengers)

Seduced (Albert Moriarty, Moriarty the Patriot)

Tender Love (William Moriarty, Moriarty the Patriot)

All Sensitive (Albert Moriarty, Moriarty the Patriot)

Obedient (Sir Crocodile, One Piece)

20 Years (Jotaro Kujo, Jojo’s Bozarre Adventure)

Hide Away (Sebastian Moran, Moriarty the Patriot)

Let Him Watch (Albert Moriarty, Moriarty the Patriot)

Show Me (Mori Ougai, Bungou Stray Dogs)

All Marked-Up (William Moriarty, Moriarty the Patriot)

After the Fall (William Moriarty, Moriarty the Patriot)

Firsts (Mycroft Holmes, Moriarty the Patriot)

Perfect (Jean-Pierre Polnareff, Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Shameless (Mori Ougai, Bungou Stray Dogs)

Messy (Louis Moriarty, Moriarty the Patriot)

Nights with You (Mycroft Holmes, Moriarty the Patriot)

Earnest & True (Albert Moriarty, Moriarty the Patriot)

All your positive feedback throughout this entire time—even when I was on hiatus—has uplifted me during the toughest times. I am eternally grateful for every single one of you wonderful people, and I want to give all that love back to you!💗

[sysig]

Watching PiroPito fills me with such peace

[cosmos-coma]

Big Bad Wolf - Part 1

A/N: guess who has another series coming at you! Enjoy

Pairing: Geralt x reader

WC: 1k

Warnings: gn!reader (no pronouns), unbeta’d,

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It was the twilight hours when you arrived and the sky between the overarching branches of the forest was smeared with hues of orange and pink, flecks of purple hovering over the horizon. The image of the seemingly never-ending dirt path was imprinted inside your eyelids as you had followed it for hours that day as you did the day before.

“About time we made it to this fucking town…” Geralt mumbled, just as relieved as you were to see houses and lights. It had been a trying day, to say the least; Geralt hadn’t been to this town in ages and they generally kept to themselves so unless you had business here it wasn't usually sought out or commonly mapped.

You and your witcher had gotten a contact in the last town about a missing daughter. She had gone out to visit her aunt here in Ecrin wearing her red cloak and her mother's lucky aventurine pendant a week and a half ago and never returned. 

“Here, let’s get you down” Geralt spoke with relief and tiredness lacing his words as he got Roach into the stables, you sitting atop. You had rolled our ankle on the last contract trying to help Geralt out with some Nekker nests. The little bastards had spooked you by popping up before you and then there went your ankle as you scrambled to step back before you got clawed. 

“Thank you, Ger..” you smiled a bit as you got down, his hands coming up to help you. “Ah…” you winced as your foot hit the ground, you had been so used to sitting on roach all day you forgot how much it still hurt. 

“You’re never going to heal if you keep stepping all over it, sweetheart.” your witcher spoke with a mildly sarcastic tone. You and Geralt's relationship has always felt fairly casual; you were a couple in everyone’s eyes, though neither of you ever talked about the future or the concept of ‘love’. You figured Geralt probably preferred it that way. 

“I’ll be fine, Geralt. It just needs some time,” you said, waving his words off as his sturdy arm came around your waist to help support you. Your arm wrapped around him as he lead you from the stables and towards the tavern. The whole town seemed oddly quiet, just a few old-timers sitting out near their houses, but no one venturing out very far. 

“No, Y/n, I’m serious.” His golden eyes locked with yours as he talked, instantly gaining all of your attention. “I want you to stay in the room tomorrow and rest your ankle”.

“But, Geralt-!” 

“No, Y/n… I want you better in time for the next contract and for that, you need to stay off your feet.” He said, giving your waist a small but loving squeeze to ease your annoyance. “Besides, Tomorrow is just going to be me going around and asking people what they’ve seen. Nothing interesting.” He finished and started to enter the inn when he stopped suddenly. 

“Geralt?” you asked, peering into the inn for any dangers, then up at him when it was all clear. Only he was staring at the notice board now, and at one posting in particular. It promised a large reward for anyone who figured out what happened to the 5 missing people who had come through town in the past few months. 

“Looks like this is bigger than we thought...” Geralt commented and hummed a bit in thought. “5 people in a few months, hm?” he mumbled. You could see his brain going through the bestiary in his mind as he quietly contemplated what could be at hand here.

The two of you made your way in and up to our room with dinner on the way shortly behind you. Geralt had helped you settle onto the single bed before he went to light the fireplace. His strong hands felt gentle as he aided your movement, trying to help you get comfortable despite your only injury being a sore ankle.

“I’ve got it from here, Geralt. It’s alright… thank you.” You smiled as you placed a quick kiss to his cheek before he could pull away, your hand on his other cheek securing your timing for you. 

Though always stoic when face to face with another, you could see the subtle smile creep its way across his lips as he pulled back. “I know, I just like to make sure.” 

He moved across the room with naturally silent steps, though purposely creaking boards here and there so it wasn't too quiet for you. Your Possessions were put away for a few days' stay and swords were brought out for polishing. It was all a very normal routine for you both.

Geralt, finally satisfied at the state of things, sat on the other end of the bed from you, swords placed beside him to get taken care of in a moment. However, the first thing he did was bring your injured ankle carefully into his lap, only after did he begin on his swords. 

It might not have seemed like a lot to the outside eye, but that simple show of care and… domesticity even, made your heart flutter a bit. To put in just that little bit of extra effort to be closer, you had learned, was Geralt’s own little love language. To be close, but never overbearing. To hold, but not to smother. However, you couldn’t help but feel like maybe he was holding back a bit.

The little of the remaining evening dwindled away as you talked into the night with your witcher. His deep baritone voice lulled you towards rest as the warmth of the fire enveloped you. 

“Tired?” Geralt asked, breaking through the sleepy aura all around you. 

“Hm? Oh, maybe a little” you admitted alongside a yawn. 

“Well then sleep, I’ll be right here when you wake....” He promised, his swords now going by the wayside as he moved to get up.

“Really?” You couldn’t contain your selfish little smile at the thought of seeing Geralt right when you woke up. Your heart did a few flips as he came over to lay down beside you, tucking up against you in the slightly small bed.

“Really.” He rested his chin on your head, arms coming around you to secure you in the safest part of his embrace as he spoke his words into the quiet and dark night. 

“Goodnight, Sweetheart” He murmured quietly, too soft for any ears except yours.

“Goodnight, my love”

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Tag list: @writingmysanity @open--till--midnight

[koushisatori]

if you can't believe in others, at least believe in us

kyoutani x gn!reader

genre: as ordered: a bit of angst w a touch of comfort

warnings: one (1) big jealous idiot, miscommunication

word count: 5.4k

note: this is smth an anon asked me to do (but like...nearly a year ago, I'm not sure if anon is still there or if they remember and my dumbass deleted the ask so I just beta-ed through whatever I had but I know they called me out on enjoying jealous characters so here we go) I'm sorry, mysterious anon, I'm stupid </3 Anyway, that's that. I don't remember if reader was supposed to be female or not so I made it gn!reader (but if I forgot to change something, pls tell me so I can fix any errors c: It's also my first attempt I apologize in advance)

In the beginning, you weren't sure why your boyfriend is ignoring you

You can't remember doing something that would annoy him, nor do you remember an instant of anger in his eyes that would give you a hint about his reasoning to stay away from you

He explained early on that sometimes he just needs a day of distance because Kentarou could feel the anger simmering right under the surface, enough that something small could tick him off already, and he would hate if you were on the receiving end of this unexplained fury

Both of you also made sure to promise each other to clearly communicate, the relationship between the two of you would not last long if you're not properly telling each other what might be bothering or hurting...just in general cross a boundary

Communication probably was one of the most important aspects of your relationship

cue to the actual situation: your boyfriend avoiding you

So, Monday evening you think maybe it's this overwhelming sensation of unexplained anger and that something at morning practice ticked him off completely

But then Tuesday comes and goes, and your boyfriend had avoided you all day long, did not even bother to read your messages,

on Wednesday, you try to talk to him, but all he does is glaring at you with a look that leaves you speechless and kind of heartbroken,

Thursday is the day you're replaying everything you did on Monday, trying to find something that he could have misunderstood, yet no matter how hard you think about it…your brain won't come up with a reason that explained why Kentarou was so upset with you!

So you decide to make him talk to you on Friday

Enough is enough, right? For gods' sake, he is your boyfriend! You miss him and his strong arms that give hugs so warm that you melt right into them

You don't get a second alone with him until school ends

you practically sprint out of the school building over to the gym, knowing that he had a free hour, which means that he is probably the first person there - your only chance

There he is, sitting with his back to you, aggressively chewing on a bun filled with chicken - his usual that reminded him of his favorite dish - glaring holes into the ground

After taking a deep breath to calm yourself, you carefully aks: ''Kentaro…Ken…?'', slowly stretching out your hand, wanting to rest it on his shoulder to maybe help to soothe him a bit

he flinches instead and his heated, agitated gaze meets your eyes, making you recoil in return

''…will you talk to me, I miss you…'' you say softly, realizing how it hurt being ignored by him

''Ah, suddenly you miss me…'' he spits, narrowing his eyes ''…didn't fucking seem like it the last time I saw you…''

''Kentaro, baby, I have no idea what you mean,'' you plead, keeping your voice low to hide the desperation lacing it, confusion written all over your features

all Kyoutani does is growl, hopping down from where he's sitting while shouldering his gym bag

''...shouldn't have been so flirty with Shittykawa like that then-'' he grumbles - ''Ken, I didn't-'' you insist, but he continues ''twirling your hair, batting your pretty eyelashes at him, fuck you Y/N, if you want him, then feel free to take a fucking leave" Kyoutani cusses, not even listening to you

You shake your head, ''Kentaro, no, you totally misunderstood the situation,'' you follow up, panic seeping into your voice now that you knew what he referred to, ''I love yo-''

''Tsk'', he moves to leave

you try to take his hand but, instead of turning around, Kyoutani just rips it away from you, tucking it into the pocket of his jacket

from behind you, you hear Yahaba and Oikawa approaching (talking about Volleyball and Captains duties)

once they guessed what must have happened, they offered you their help (they both swear that Kyoutani will never ever find a ''cute s/o as you are, y/n-chan, I'm worried for my little angry pomeranian kohai'' )

Usually, you would try to talk to him, but after enduring a week of radio silence and now this treatment, you were tired of upholding something that seemed like a lost cause

you just wave both setters off and leave the school grounds, a frown plastered onto your lips and tears swimming in your eyes

Kentarou had not listened to you, did not even really look at you, and the few seconds he did, his eyes were filled with rage instead of the warmth he had usually reserved for you (and only for you)

If your boyfriend thinks avoiding you for a week and blaming you for something ridiculous without hearing you out is how you handle a relationship…maybe you would have to consider not pursuing it any longer

Which is easier said than done

The whole night you wait for a message, anything, and then all Saturday morning

you still had hope left

You get one from Yahaba, who tells you that Oikawa tried to clear up the situation as well after the reason for your fight dawned on him (Kyoutanis piss poor mood and behavior towards him a strong indicator) but Kentaro, again, just ran off

The future team captain even called you after your lackluster answer, listening to you getting the frustration and sadness out of your system

It didn't matter, right? Your boyfriend decided to unofficially call it quits by implying that your feelings for him were not genuine instead of using his mouth to talk to you and disregarding everyone involved

as if he wanted to ignore the truth as a convenient excuse to get out of your relationship

that's the conclusion your brain came up with

You softly sniffle in the privacy of your room, clutching a pillow to your chest (which has seen more tears in the last two days than in the past three years), deciding that it would be a good idea to go into the city to treat yourself

knowing that your mother has a hair-dresser appointment somewhen today, you go and announce that you would join her to finally buy the latest season of your favorite series

once there, you additionally get microwave popcorn, chocolate, and ice cream, as well as a pretty shirt you saw on a mannequin while window shopping

you feel a lot better after spending some money and ignoring the lingering sadness of your presumable break up with Kyoutani (who you love ok, it is not that easy)

In between your stops, you meet Iwaizumi and Oikawa munching on fatty burgers (celebrating your cheat days like a holiday and indulging in whatever your heart desires, is what makes it easier to stick with healthier habits the rest of the time was the questionable explanation coming from the brown-haired setter, pointing at you with a soggy potato fry)

after a moment, the setters eyes turn sad, a frown replacing the smile on his lips

he wraps his fingers around your wrist to stop you from going just yet, apologizing for being the cause of your fight and for being unable to talk some sense into him

(you assure him that it is not his fault, knowing that your friend will probably brood over it otherwise, which wouldn't be fair)

Iwaizumi adds that Kyoutani will come around and that his cooldown time is just longer than those of other people (and if not, he will give him one of his famous volleyballs to the head and use his status as only truly respected senpai to talk some sense into him) but you again decline their suggestions

after saying goodbye (and seeing Iwaizumi give his best friend an assuring gentle pat on his shoulder, the secret softy in the usual harsh ace shining through)

If Kentaro was willing...able to throw away your relationship this easily, he can't possibly really love you, and you'd accept this even if it's hard and painful

Now remembered of what you had attempted to forget about, you feel your eyes sting with unshed tears (you thought there was no possibility of you having more tears to spill, yet the impossible seemed to be the case) you look down at your phone to text your mom and frown

Kentaro 🥰: we need to talk. Kentaro 🥰: meet me there [location]

For a second, you hesitate, biting your lower lip harshly…you really want to go and talk to him but…

The tears still sting in your eyes and blurring your view reminded you of what you had gone through the whole time, and that it was his turn to finally come to you

break up or makeup, the ball was in his court now

so while walking to where your mother would be waiting for you, you begin to type

You: No.

You: I waited for you all week, even though you ignored me, and now you expect me to run the moment you choose to stop being a childish idiot?

You: if you decide to speak to me then comqjdkn

Kentarou wouldn't say he feels particularly bad. Not at all! If someone was to ask him, he would probably answer fucking peachy, what the fuck are you asking for or growl angrily. No one would bat an eye and further question him, nor guess that maybe he wasn't as great as he pretended because he missed his gorgeous better half, but…it was his fault, wasn't it?

Of course, he originally thought he had a valid reason to be upset. And if he had just spoken to you about it, everything would be solved now. Instead of being a decent boyfriend, though, his pride overtook his thinking processes once he realized that his behavior wasn't even the slightest bit justified. Not that he knew this when he saw you speaking with Shittykawa right before school. All he could see was his gorgeous s/o shyly fiddling with her fingers, conversing with a leaned forward, very involved Oikawa Tooru. He would have fetched you away from the brown-haired setter. He had no qualms about showing his possessiveness. God, Kentarou wouldn't have hesitated to growl at the tall, brown-haired boy if not for the question he heard coming from the Captain.

''Y/N-chan, how is it that you, an adorable, charming individuum, is with a brute like Mad Dog-chan? I really-'' Well, that's where he decided to leave you with the setter. He didn't need to hear your answer. Didn't want to witness an excuse or maybe the truth. If both of you were so fucking smitten with each other to flirt this blatantly, why don't you just go and cheer for him, hold his hand, and kiss his cheek goodbye? It was his choice to distance himself.

Kyoutani couldn't help the feeling of betrayal and hurt washing over him. Maybe you just used him as a stepping stone to get closer with Oikawa, and Kyoutani has been too blind to see it. He never doubted you or your relationship before, but it's not a secret how eruptive Kyoutani could be. It has always been beyond his imagination how someone so cute and sweet like you could love a person like him. Your friends thought so. The teachers. The whole school! Everyone questioned your poor judgment. And when you came running up to him, you're cheery voice calling out for him, everyone present looked at you like you grew a second head. It's the reason why seeing you with Trashykawa ticked him off so bad. It catered to his biggest insecurities and fears. He knew that all those skeptics would be delighted to see you, everyone's darling, with the schools' star setter. They all would agree that the pretty, handsome young man is a better fit than the always hostile-looking troublemaker.

While Kyoutani didn't take Oikawa seriously in most cases, he undoubtedly was one of the most devoted people Kentarou had ever met. If Oikawa wanted to get a new serve right, he wouldn't stop trying and repeating it until his legs gave in, and Iwaizumi dragged him out of the gym. When he wanted to find more advanced players to practice with, so he could, in return, give this new knowledge to his team, there was no way he would not manage to make it happen. Even if his ideas, wishes, and plans cost him blood, sweat, and tears (like getting Kyoutani to actually train), Oikawa never backed down. Kentarou had heard that Oikawa's last girlfriend dumped him because of his passion for Volleyball. Yet Kyoutani couldn't help but think that, in you, the ambitious setter would have found someone that would be able to handle it. You usually came over to watch the team when you knew that Kyoutani was there to play. You sat on the stands with your homework in your lap and a Seijoh-coloured pencil wiggling between your fingers, not bothered by the noises coming from the court. You play with your earlobe while you frown at whatever problem you came across. You patiently wait for practice to finish. Kentarou was sure that you'd be someone Oikawa would actually try for. You weren't one of his squealing fangirls, hanging from his arm on every opportunity, but his friend. You didn't pester him to take selfies with you while pushing cute bentos into his hands. When you bring food to practice, then it's for the whole team to share. If he wanted you, Oikawa would probably have to win you over and make sure that you'd stay. Courting and all that jazz. In all seriousness, Shittykawa would be a fucking idiot if not.

The dyed-blond wing spiker had been so sure that he was rightfully mad that he didn't stop to think twice before he reacted this coldly towards you. But, and this made it even worse, Kentarou knew that he was wrong the moment you asked what happened after an entire week of enduring his silent treatment. The second he heard your shaky voice and saw the tears welling up in your eyes, his brain rebooted, and suddenly he wasn't so sure of his own reasoning. You two were together for about half a year. Kyoutani - by now - was confident in his ability to identify most of your expressions. All he could decipher in your eyes was pain, paired with a need to understand, but…if he was in the wrong…it would mean that he had hurt you the whole week, which in conclusion implied that Kentarou had been the world's shittiest boyfriend. Fuck, he thought, I don't deserve y/n.

His situation didn't get any better the moment Oikawa entered the gym. The person Kyoutani thought he had a real reason to despise now tried to mend the rift between the two of you.

''Mad Dog-chan, I think you misunderstood something there. Well, no, you decided to not listen-'' The taller male says, hands gesturing wildly. While his voice still had that annoyingly cheery tone, it had something commanding hidden underneath. And oh, how Kentarou hated when someone demanded something of him, even if it was for his own good. ''Don't want to hear it.'' the blond mutters, already aggravated. The brown-haired setter resolutely puts himself in the way again. ''Oh, but you have to! That morning, Y/N-chan literally declared her love for yo-'' - ''I don't fucking care.'' Kentarou barks, not looking Oikawa in the eyes.

After another fruitless attempt to get properly into the gym, he growls and turns to leave. Already on his way to grab his stuff and take a leave, he hears Oikawa yelling. ''You answered and justified why I asked Y/N-chan to begin with!" And then louder, even though he could make out Iwaizumi trying to wrestle his childhood friend back into the gym, "APOLOGIZE, YOU IDIOT! YOU BETTER GROVEL FOR Y/N'S FORGIVENESS! THEY DESERVE BETTER THAN THIS SHOW YOU'RE PUTTING ON, AND YOU KNOW IT!"

This happened on Friday evening, and the guilt was gnawing away on him ever since. On his way home, Kyoutani had automatically taken the detour to your house. Kentarou enjoyed bringing you home (and more often than not, you pulled him inside with you, making him cuddle you!). It makes him feel like a good boyfriend, and he knew that you arrived there safely. He would never tell anybody and deny it if you ever decided to share this, but Kentarou relished in the feeling of your hand holding his all the way while going on about your day. He admired that you'd pet every cat and every dog you meet on the trip home together with him. You were perfect for him…why again did he act like this?

What caused Kyoutani's attempt to apologize - in his usual overly blunt and partly aggressive kind of way - was Yahaba, though. Both boys denied being remotely something beyond 'not really enemies'. But his future team captain was definitely one of the very few people that could and would tell him to his face that he fucked up without real repercussions. He would presumably even help Kyoutani to get it together.

After Yahaba had called you and listened to your heartbreaking rant, the setter realized that you, his friend, and his 'not really enemy' needed to talk ut out. Totally immersed in your tirade, you accidentally let slip that you couldn't endure Kyoutani's treatment any longer. That being pushed over by your boyfriend with brash and hurtful words after handling the cold shoulder was too much. That you expected Kyoutani to break up with you on Monday either way. In-person, if he had mercy on you or continue his treatment as a silent method of doing so. While you told Yahaba about your planned ''get over it-self-care'' weekend (involving tons of ice cream, movies with crying guarantee, lots of blankets, and no smartphone), the setter had already put on his jacket, shooting a message to Kyoutani.

From Yahaba: get your stupid fucking ass outside to meet me, or I'll bench you the complete season next year

Even though the wing spiker was sure that Yahaba's words were nothing but empty words, Kentarou allowed himself to accept this threat as an excuse to put his pride aside. Because, even though Yahaba annoyed him to no end - not as bad as Oikawa but still - Kentarou was also aware that you and he were friends. If someone could help him gaining your forgiveness, Kyoutani had to accept and admit that it was Yahaba. Meeting his light brown-haired teammate was kind of awkward. Kyoutani was unsure what he had to expect, though he should have seen the rough treatment coming. Yet, getting told that you, the person Kentarou was undeniably in love with, felt so neglected and hurt that you deemed this relationship to be as good as over allowed the guilt monster in his chest to grow. Shitty Oikawa was probably right ordering him to grovel and beg on his knees for you to even hear him out.

Your answer to his message was partly unlike you. Well, the last sentence. You usually were pretty forward with him to avoid miscommunication and uncalled-for moping around. And while you sometimes send keyboard smashes to express the chaos you felt, they were always in a separate message and not so…random. The text definitely meant something like ''then come to me'' but somehow, Kyoutani had an uneasy feeling about the whole thing.

Besides, he couldn't just wait till Monday and hope that you'd accept his apology! You may send him away today already, but he still had a teeny-tiny bit of hope. If he let the thoughts of him leaving you or the other way around fester in your mind for two whole days, though,…you'd probably realize that leaving him wasn't that bad of a decision. You'd come to the conclusion that all your admirers could treat you better than Kyoutani did. And he was too selfish to let you leave. Even though all he did the whole week was being self-centered and stuck up, he would be damned to begin being a saint now and let you go. That you at least were willing to talk to him was…a relief, to say the least. Kentarou hoped that this translated to you being willing to put up with him a little longer if he apologized correctly. That you're not opposed to giving him another chance to make things right.

At your house, he was greeted with darkness. Not even a single light illuminating any of the rooms he could see from his spot on your front lawn. And the ones he saw were your and your mom's most-used rooms. Your room window, your mothers' workroom, and the living room area with an adjacent kitchen. All of those rather significant rooms and the lack of light in them seemed to be a dead giveaway for Kyoutani that no one was home. Kyoutani guessed that you were probably out with your mom, glancing over to the empty spot in front of the garage.

Oh god, your mother had been the only supportive person of your relationship. Maybe it's in your family to see the best in everyone, even in shitty people like him. But if you told her about his behavior, she'd most likely not welcome him with a smile ever again, no matter if you forgave him.

There weren't many things Kyoutani could do in this situation, but it wasn't as late as nature let it on, and after a few seconds, he had decided to sit down at the front door and wait for you, hoping that it wouldn't take too long for you to come home. As if fate wanted to tell him something, the wing spiker had put on the jacket with the half-full power bank. He had worn it to the shelter when he visited it this week while distracting himself from your absence in his daily life. You had gifted him the piece of clothing, which is probably why he unconsciously had decided to wear it to everything he did after school in the first place.

Kentarou passed the time by snarling at people eyeing him for a moment too long to not be judgmental, petting the neighbors' cat wandering over to him, and watching videos. Every time he thought ''Y/N would like this'', his heart stuttered guilty.

To Kentarou, it felt like an eternity until your mother's car finally drove up the entry. To avoid your mother's potentially deadly stare, he nervously checked his mobile, realizing that he had waited for a little more than 3 hours. Yet, the wait had done nothing to soothe his nerves. They instantly spiked up again while his heart threatened to jump out of his throat.

She will hate me. Your mother would hate me, she'll hate me, she'll ha-

''Ah, Ken-chan! Good evening.'' Your mother greets him with a tired, yet still gentle smile. Oh. The blond blanches. He'd never admit it, but he enjoyed the treatment he received from your mother more than he should. Being spoken to without suspicion and receiving a warm smile every time without fail was a welcome change to his daily life. Your mother didn't listen to people trying to bad-mouth him. To her, he simply was the boy that - normally - treats her child the way a mother wished for. Even if he pulled a face as long as a fiddle.

''I didn't know you were coming, Ken-chan, or I would have messaged you…but now that you're here, maybe you can assist us out and help Y/N inside? It would help a lot.'' His gaze immediately flitted over to you on the passenger seat. With your arms crossed in front of your chest and that stubborn but endearingly cute pout on your lips, he nearly missed the tiredness your body emitted. Kentarou wanted to rush over to your side immediately but was stopped by your mother again. ''I don't know what you two are fighting about…but please talk to each other. I don't want my baby to be this sad. Especially now, and…'' she rests a hand on his shoulder, her eyes kind and comforting ''…I also don't want to miss you here, alright?'' He stiffly nodded and watched your mother carrying in plastic bags filled with various medicine packages and food.

After coming back to his senses, Kyoutani finally stumbled over to your side, practically ripping open the car door. This new perspective revealed a plaster cast wrapping your whole left leg and a removable wrist brace on your right hand. ''Bab- Y/N…what the fuck…happened?'' His honey-brown eyes continued to wander over your injuries, and with every second, he found more. Scratches and scrapes, bandaids and bandages peeking out from underneath your clothes. ''I'm so sorry,'' he whispered, hanging his head low.

All your intentions to fight his helping hand and limp over to the door by yourself disintegrated into nothing. You never witnessed such a devastated, beaten expression on his face before. Instead, you settle for ''Will you help me?''. A question asked quietly to your fingers picking at a loose band-aid edge on your arm and pressing it back onto the irritated skin.

After you loosened your seatbelt, he waits for you to carefully place your arms around his neck. It is followed by Kyoutani lifting you out of the car so gently as if he was afraid you might break. This whole situation in itself already contradicting his brash appearance and usual behavior. It would give whiplash to all the people pretending to know him. But he was always caring in his own way when it came to you. It's why you loved him after all. Because you usually knew that he loved you, too.

For a few moments, the atmosphere between the two of you felt awkwardly tense, both of you unsure how to interact with each other. The mostly blonde wing spiker breathed out a sigh of relief when you fully leaned into his chest once he stood upright, resting your head against his shoulder. A bit of maneuvering through the front door eventually lead to Kyoutani passing through the hallway and taking you to your room, where he was gently lowering you down on the bed.

It was a now or never kind of situation. For the both of you. While Kentarou was trying to find out where to begin his apology, he took a few steps back in case you wanted space until everything was cleared up.

You unconsciously helped him making a decision by impulsively grasping onto his shirt the moment he started to withdraw, stopping him in his retreating movement. Kentarou saw your lower lips wobbling, teary eyes looking up at him pleadingly.

''Please stay,'' you say weakly, which is enough for him to throw the whole thinking process away and simply sit down next to you, intertwining both your hands. ''I'm staying. I'm not leaving. Not now nor this relationship if you still want...an ''us''. The wing spiker took a deep, shuttering breath. '' I'm sorry, Y/N…'' he finally manages to say, honey eyes locked onto your linked your hands. ''I have been fucking stupid all week. 've been a fucking terrible boyfriend, the worst to ever exist.''

As if to encourage him...to show your boyfriend that his apology was not for nothing, you shuffled around until the last bit of distance between the two of you was closed. You hum, acknowledging his words while leaning your head on his shoulder.

''I didn't think you're cheating or something, …'' Kyoutani immediately assures you. There was no way he would allow you to think that he would accuse you of something like this. ''I had no reason to be jealous, but I was insecure. Let it get the best of me. Despite our promise to communicate, I was sulking. 't was easier. I'll do whatever the fuck you want for you to not give up yet…'' he says, taking his time with every sentence.

With a sigh, you squeeze his hand. ''It will probably take a lot of cuddling and attention from you...'' you say thoughtfully ''...but I forgive you…if you promise to not do this again…'' you murmur, tilting your head upward to press a chaste kiss to his jaw. ''Otherwise, I'll accept Iwaizumi-san's offer to get your thinking process restarted.'' For a moment, your voice had its usual joking edge. But you knew talking out everything was necessary. ''But, in all honesty, 'Tarou....please, never do this again. I am honest. I will not endure this a second time. When you tell me that you need a day or two for yourself then that is totally fine. If you feel yourself giving into whatever insecurity, talk to me about it. I am sure there will be an explanation or a solution but don't leave me in the dark. Don't treat me like that. I love you. Only you and no one else. But the time love can withstand straight-up ignorance by your partner is limited.''

Slowly, your boyfriend nodded, squeezing your hand to tell you that he understood. You would probably cling to him for a while but were sure that he would survive the extra closeness. Not even half a second later, his head leans onto yours cautiously.

''…and try being nicer to Oikawa-san, Tarou, he hasn't done anything to you.'' You add humorously before small giggles started to erupt from your lips. ''Also...Baby…'' you start, being interrupted by choked-up hiccups and giggles. By using your nickname for him, you take away another persistent fear of his. What he does not miss, however, is how you wince in pain before you continue, ''…who helped you put this into words? I mean…I loved it, but…,'' You leave unsaid that words usually are not his strong fort.

Biting back a smile, he frowns, huffs, and puffs…, but the way you are looking up at him, eyes shining with relief and adoration, allows him to admit defeat. He sighs ''…it's how Yahaba said I should say it…'' It usually would be an odd enough statement to make you throw yourself all over him with laugher. As a slight replacement, you squeeze his hand a bit, still shaking with suppressed laughter. ''I promise…that I will talk to you. Can't promise the Shittykawa part.'' Another soft chuckle leaves your lips before you look up at him again. ''I hope you try nonetheless. You should not let Iwaizumi-san hear you calling Oikawa-san that, though, I don't think this would turn out well for you…so...maybe stop this at least.'' Kentarou rolls his eyes at you, but in the end, he nods.

You wait for another second to clearly distinguish the two topics before you continue. ''…Thank you…for coming and finally speaking with me instead of break-'' A hand on your lips muffles your words.

''Don't say these words. I'd never break up with you,'' Kentarou grumbles, a light, uncharacteristic light pink settling on his cheeks. You stick your tongue out, which leads to him taking his hand off of your face with a surprised noise, rather dumbfounded that you had licked his hand. It gives you the chance to lean up and finally press your lips against his. ''I'm not leaving you either,'' you murmur, feeling his lips twitch upwards slightly. You decide to leave the teasing for another day.

Moving back into your previous position was enough of a hassle to hiss in pain. It brought back Kyoutani's awareness of the second problem at hand. ''What did happen to you?'' Kyoutani asks in an attempt to tamper down the excited, happy beating of his heart.

''Oh, this...uh, when I answered your text, I got driven over by a dude on a bicycle,'' you casually drop. It was kind of entertaining to watch his expressions change at an unequaled pace while processing your words. In the end, it settled into something akin to passive-aggressive worry. The way he was immediately fretting over you while cursing and cussing out the bicycle dude was his own way of caring. As you watch him retrieving the food your mother bought, while mumbling about how you're a dumbass for not paying attention to your surroundings, how he'd come over every day until you could go to school again to bring and teach you the stuff you would miss and how he would fucking murder the bicycle idiot if he ever finds out who dared to drive you over, you can't help the smile forming on your lips.

Once again, you are proven that loving him - while occasionally troublesome and demanding - was everything but wrong.

[itsdanii]

Kyahhh your rejecting you and regretting series is just so freaking good . Uhmmm idk if you are taking requests right now but can I please request for Ushijima and Kita?Thank you so much!

Rejecting you and regretting it pt. 4

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Hey, bub. I'm so glad to hear that you've been enjoying my works. Here's your request for the part 4 and final (as of now) part of the rejecting and regretting you series. Have a good day and stay hydrated! ♥️

genre: angst to fluff

warnings: semi-rude behavior (resolved), no cursing in this one because these men drink their respect women juice daily

ft. ushijima wakatoshi, kita shinsuke

title says it all

Kita Shinsuke

Kita is your childhood friend

The moment the two of you were introduced to each other by your grandmothers, you instantly clicked

Same as through with him, you loved spending your time being productive and following a certain routine so it's no question that as you both grew up, you started gaining romantic feelings towards him

You've been thinking of confessing but never really had the chance because he was always busy with volleyball practice

So when you finally managed to get some alone time, you didn't hesitate to voice out your feelings, not knowing that the answer you're hoping for isn't the answer you're going to get

"You're staring again."

You snapped out of your thoughts when Kita stopped infront of you, his eyebrows furrowing as he studied your face.

"Are you alright?"

"Oh, uh, yes! I'm sorry. I was just thinking," you answered sheepishly while scratching the back of your head.

You mentally cursed yourself for spacing out on him. This is the only chance you're getting and you can't afford to waste it.

"About what?" Shinsuke asked as you both continued your walk on the way home since you only live apart each other. Plus, his grandma had always told him to never let you walk home alone especially at night.

"Huh?"

"You said you were thinking. About what?" Shinsuke gently tugged at the sleeve of your jacket, changing your positions so that he was closer to the road than you are.

You felt yourself blushing at the small gesture and looked at his hand that was still holding your jacket.

You swallowed the lump forming inside your throat and stopped walking, the act stopping Kita as well due to him holding you.

Kita looked at you worriedly and placed both hands on your shoulders, his head dipping slightly to get a closer look at your face. "Are you oka-"

"You," you answered without focusing your gaze to him. "I've been thinking about you."

When you felt him taking his hands off your shoulders, you immediately looked up. "Sorry, did I make you uncomfortable?"

The look he had is something you can't decipher but if you were to analyze it based on what you can see, it's a look you never wanted to see again.

Silence reigned the two of you, eyes staring at each other as if you're both trying to figure out what the other was thinking.

"No," Kita said, breaking the silence. "But it's best if we don't discuss the issue any further."

At that, he faced forward and continued walking as if nothing happened but as you stared at his back, you realized that somehow, he knew what you were trying to imply.

And the sad part is that he chose to ignore it and act unbothered as if he didn't just indirectly broke your heart.

Once you reached your destination, you faced him with an anxious smile and Kita didn't fail to notice this, as well as your habit of shifting from foot to foot whenever you wanted to say something.

"I like you, Shin," you blurted out nervously, your heart beating erratically and your palms becoming sweaty. "I don't know when it started but suddenly, I just woke up and realized that what I'm feeling towards you is no longer within the range of friendship. It's something more and I just wanted to let you know."

"I am well aware of that but I'm sorry, y/n. I can't return your feelings."

You bit your lower lip to hold in your tears and as much as you wanted to shout at him to accept your confession, you can't just force someone to love you back because it doesn’t work that way.

"Geez, can't you even say it gently?" you said with a forced chuckle. "Don't worry, I won't hold any grudges."

You let out a sigh before looking up at him and Kita was surprised to see that there are no traces of anger. He expected you to lash out but it seemed like he was wrong.

"I'll see you tomorrow then. Don't overwork yourself, okay?" With that, you stood on your tiptoes and pressed a kiss on his cheek before turning around to cross the road.

Kita could only stare at you as he watched you enter your household, your figure vanishing from his sight as the door finally closed.

Kita is a practical man.

He knows how to separate what is right from what is wrong.

Because of this, people often see him as someone who's perfect, sometimes even being compared to a robot due to his nature. But Kita is far from perfect, and he knew that.

Because as he laid in his bed that night, he realized that he just made a big, wrong decision, and he had nobody but himself to blame.

-

Kita didn't know if he should be happy or not. Actually, he should be happy. After all, he just rejected you and still, here you are, walking beside him as you made your way to school.

He kept glancing at you, observing wether you were pretending or not but he knew that it isn't in your nature to be a pretentious person. You've always worn your emotions on your sleeve which made it too easy for people to read you.

"Ah, Shin. You don't have to walk me home later," you said with a sheepish smile. "My friend is actually going to walk me home so.."

"Alright. Be sure to send me a message when you're on the way home." Despite how 'normal' it sounded, Kita was actually feeling something unpleasant inside him. It was a feeling he was well aware of but had never experienced himself.

The day progressed fast. One moment, he was entering his first class and the next, he's already checking wether all the sports equipment were put back in their proper places.

As he walked out of the gym, Kita instinctively brought out his phone to check for any messages, yours to be specific.

"Ya alright, Kita-san?" came Atsumu.

Kita simply nodded and glanced at his phone again before keeping it, disappointment filling him as he realized that you're not planning to message him at all.

Without you to walk home with, Kita decided to join his team mates, yet despite the noise his team naturally carried, Kita's mind was still preoccupied.

He thought of how you must be doing or if you arrived home safely. He thought of how different the things would've turned out if he hadn't rejected you.

He thought of you.

"Isn't that y/n-san?"

Kita's attention immediately went back to Earth, his eyes following the direction Atsumu was pointing at and just like he said, you were indeed at the other side of the road, walking alone while hugging yourself as you shivered ever so slightly.

Without any words, Kita headed towards your direction and his team mates knew better than to interfere. After all, they knew their captain well. It wasn't that hard to notice how off he was today.

"I thought I told you to message me."

You gasped as Kita suddenly appeared beside you, draping his jacket over your shoulder which immediately surrounded you with his familiar scent.

"Sorry, I forgot," you said while tugging at the end of his jacket sleeves.

"Mhm, and you also said that your friend is going to walk you home yet I don't see anyone beside you." Kita said with a serious tone.

"About that..." You scratched the back of your head as you tried to think of any excuses but you knew that lying would be pointless.

"What if someone kidnapped you? Or worse, took advantage of you? You know I don't like you walking alone especially when the sun had already set yet you still did it. Why did you lie?"

You felt like a child being scolded by your mother but instead of taking it the wrong way, you knew that Kita was only looking out for you. It was just ironic that he broke your heart yet still showed his deep concern for your being.

"It's because I didn't want to make you uncomfortable," you finally admitted. "I just confessed to you yesterday and I thought thay maybe I might make you uncomfortable if I kept sticking beside you. I didn't want to be an inconvenience."

"What are you talking about?" Kita stopped walking and turned towards you. "You were never an inconvenience and will never be one."

"Sorry, Shin."

"No. I should be the one to apologize. I made a very rash decision yesterday and ended up rejecting you. I thought that having romantic feelings towards someone would just be a waste of time but I came to realize that it isn't a waste of time if its with you," Kita said with a gentle look on his face.

You didn't speak for a few seconds and just let his words sink in, a feeling of hope igniting inside you when you realized what he was trying to say. "Do you mean that?" you asked hopefully.

"Have I ever lied to you?" Seeing you shake your head no, Kita leaned in to press his forehead against yours. "I like you, y/n."

You felt your heart beat picking up with those simple words and without waiting for anything else, you pressed your lips against his.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Being the cousin of Tendou Satori had its perks

And one of those perks is the opportunity to see Ushijima everyday

You are only a year younger than them yet despite that, you get along with the team very well

After all, it had been a part of your daily routine to always visit the school's gym

What you didn't expect, however, was to fall for a certain captain

And you, being one of the most open and honest person, confessed the moment you realized your feelings towards him

And despite being turned down several times already, you still persisted, claiming that you'll do everything to make him fall for you

But sometimes, no matter how hard you try, it just isn't enough

"Where's 'Toshi?" you asked Satori when you entered the gym, flashing a small smile to the others before sitting down on an empty bench.

"Talking to the coach." Satori looked at the plastic you were holding and grinned as he noticed what was inside. "Really, y/n-chan? You know that won't work on Ushiwaka, right?"

You just shrugged and placed the item beside you. "It's worth a try, 'Tori. Who knows? Maybe I'll finally be able to get a reaction out of him."

"Y/n."

You looked behind you upon hearing Wakatoshi. "Hi, Toshi. Did you miss me?" you said and flashed him a bubbly smile.

"You always come here everyday. I do not see any reason for me to miss you," he simply answered before taking a seat beside you, eyes glancing at the carrot stuffed toy before focusing on the court.

Satori, who witnessed the whole exchange, just laughed at you, his eyes squinting as he clutched his stomach in tears. "Well, there's your reaction," he said while still catching his breath.

"You don't have to be so mean, Toshi." You pouted and handed him the stuffed toy you brought.

"What's this for?" he asked in slight confusion while examining the carrot you gave him.

"That's a gift. Haven't you noticed? Its been 8 months since I started courting you." You grinned at him.

"Oh? Y/n's courting captain?" came Tsutomu who was wiping his sweat with a clean towel, eyes glancing at the carrot before he exclaimed, "I want one too!"

"Have it." Your eyes widened when Ushijima handed the carrot stuffed toy to Tsutomu. "I don't need it, and please stop giving me stuff from now on. They are irrelevant."

"I worked hard for that! You don't know how much token I spent just to get that from the claw machine!" You frowned at Wakatoshi and took the toy from Tsutomu who's now obviously confused with what's happening.

"Then I'll pay the amount you spent. Just stop giving me random stuff from now on. I don't need them and I don't have any feelings for you," Ushijima said with a passive voice.

You bowed your head and Satori immediately panicked, his arm reaching out to you but you only recoiled. "You're the worst, Toshi!" you yelled at Ushijima before dropping the toy on the floor and running out of the gym.

All three of them were in shock at your outburst, completely not expecting you to say such thing. You've always been bubbly around them so hearing those words from you was something they never expected coming.

"I think you made y/n mad, Captain," Tsutomu said while picking the carrot and dusting it off.

"But all I did was say the truth," Ushijima reasoned out, eyes focused on Tsutomu who was now hugging the toy that was supposed to be his.

Satori just sighed and turned around to go back practicing.

"Captain?" Tsutomu muttered with a confused look as Ushijima suddenly took the carrot from him.

"It's mine."

-

For the sixth time of the day, Ushijima glanced at the closed door of the gym.

It had been almost a week and he haven't caught a single glimpse of you. No visits, no 'coincidentally' bumping on each other despite having different floor levels, nor surprised bentos. Nothing. It basically felt as if you don't exist anymore.

He doesn't even know why he seemed bothered with it. Wasn't it him who pushed you away? He should feel relieved now that you were no longer bothering him, right?

Then why did it felt like he was missing you?

"Y/n's not coming," Tendou said beside Ushijima.

"I know. They haven't been visiting lately." Ushijima stared at Tendou seriously, making the red hair chuckle before raising his hands up in surrender.

"I don't have any idea where y/n-chan is. Even if I do, my lips are sealed," Tendou said before making a zipper motion.

Ushijima sighed and looked down at the ball resting between his feet. "I don't like it when they're avoiding me."

"Hm, I can't blame my cousin for doing that though. They've been pining over you for quite a while now and each time they confess, you end up rejecting them. I guess yesterday was their breaking point," Satori explained with a shrug, "Maybe you got used to the feeling of them coming back everytime you reject them that you don't know how to feel now that they stopped chasing you."

"I..like y/n."

Just as he said those words, the gym doors suddenly opened. You entered with your usual bubbly expression, a wrapped bento in hand as you made your way to them.

"I noticed that you weren't carrying your bento awhile ago so I brought it with me," you said as you handed the bento to Satori, not even bothering to spare a glance at Ushijima who was intensely looking at you.

"Y/n," Ushijima said making you turn to him.

"Yes Ushijima-san?"

Ushijima blinked at the mention of his surname. He knew that it was normal for people to call him Ushijima since it was his name but hearing you say it seemed bothering for some reason. He was used to you calling him either Toshi or Waka-kun.

"I like you, y/n," he said without hesitation.

Satori facepalmed at Ushijima's straightforwardness. Deciding to give you both some space, he stood up and walked away with his bento, leaving the two of you to talk.

You sat down and crossed your arms over chest, body facing Wakatoshi as you waited for him to explain and apologize properly.

"I'm sorry for how I acted a few days ago, I was merely being honest that time, but now I realized that I like you too... and I also did not mean to disregard your efforts just to get Mr. Carrot," Ushijima said while slightly scooting closer to you, his hand obviously trying to reach for yours.

"You named the stuff toy Mr. Carrot?" you asked with a raise of an eyebrow. "I thought you didn't need it.."

"That was a mistake. Mr. Carrot is actually sleeping in my bed as of this moment." The side of Ushijima's lips curled up when you giggled, the sound making his heart race.

"I appreciate you trying to be nice to me, Toshi, but you really hurt me back then, you know? I even had to stay away for a couple of days," you said before looking down at your lap to play with your fingers.

Panic started bubbling up inside Ushijima at your sudden silence. Swallowing the lump inside his throat, he asked you carefully, "Do you still like me? I'm really sorry, y/n. I missed your presence inside the gym. It's not the same without you. It's been too... quiet. Please give me another chance."

You lifted your head upon hearing that, clearly not expecting Ushijima to say those words in almost a pleading manner.

Ushijima took your surprised reaction as a cue to continue. He carefully took your hand in his, his hand completely engulfing yours as he intertwined your fingers. "I won't be aggressive towards you anymore. I know you said you hate me and I'm not the best at this kind of things but for you, I'll try."

You pulled your hand away from him, only to quickly wrap your arms around him, the action obviously catching Ushijima off guard. "I never hated you, 'Toshi," you mumbled with your face buried to his chest.

"Does that mean you still like me?" He said as soon as he composed himself, an unusual soft expression forming on his face when he felt you nodding.

You felt yourself melting even more to his touch when he secured an arm around your waist. "I like you so much, 'Toshi," you said as you looked up him.

"I like you too, y/n." With that, Ushijima leaned down to press a lingering kiss on your forehead.

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a/n: lately, my mind has been filled with wakatoshi ushijima

[harper-hook]

Just For Tonight | Harry Hook x Reader

Summary: The night the Core Four denounced evil, you and Harry find comfort in each other.

Warnings: Smut

Author’s Note: Harry is a brat canon

Just when things were finally looking up for you and everyone else, someone had to ruin things. Like always on the Isle, it was dark physically and literally. But tonight, after Mal and the others denounced evil and defeated Maleficent on live TV, it felt dark.

It felt like everyone was mourning for the life of crime and freedom they had imagined once they were free. Of course, it was too good to be true, you thought bitterly. You poured another glass of booze and downed half of it, shuddering slightly.

A thud against the outside of your house made you raise an eyebrow. You knew as soon as everyone quit mourning, shit would hit the fan in the morning. People would die in the crossfires over territory. It was a fact. You didn’t expect riots so soon though.

A series of knocks followed the thud, resounding in an unmistakable rhythm. You raised an eyebrow and smiled. You stood up and nearly fell on the way to the door, a bit too eager. You bit your lip smugly and opened the door.

Harry leaned up against the frame. He looked worse for wear, disheveled and exhausted but still grinning, albeit bitterly. “Aren’t you gonna invited me in?” He practically purred, getting right up in your face. You shrugged nonchalantly, excitement bubble up inside of you. You moved out of the way and heard him slam the door shut. 

You smirked and finished filling your glass up once more as you heard your bed squeak noisily. “(Y/N)...” Harry groaned, letting out a dramatic sigh. You hummed in response. “Please, can you… help me forget?” You froze at his broken tone. “Just for a few minutes?”

You quickly grew angry, at Mal and all of Auradon. Villains are still people! There are people who don’t deserve to rot here! You took a deep breath and turned to look at Harry who had already shed his shirt. “Sure thing, poppet.” You winked at him and pulled your top off, pulling your shorts down and stepping out of them.

“Safe word, hun?” You asked him, already knowing how your sessions could get. “Clamshell.” He replied without missing a beat. You nodded and took a swig of your drink, not swallowing yet. 

You strode over to Harry and grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him into a kiss, letting the alcohol spill into his mouth. You pulled away, licking your lips and watching hungrily as a dribble of booze ran down his chin and chest. 

Harry coughed loudly, breathing heavily. You smiled sweetly and kissed him again, much more gentle this time. You could feel his body practically relax as his tongue probed and explored your mouth. You ran your hands down his chest, scratching him up and down.

You broke away from him, face red and hot. He smirked at you, looking way too cocky for your liking. Quickly, you shoved Harry down on the bed and straddled him. You ran your hand up his neck and dug your nails in slightly. 

Harry moaned, bucking his hips slightly. ”Uh-uh...” You reprimanded, unbuckling his belt in one fluid and pulling it from the loops. “Hands up.” You ordered, tucking the belt into itself. Harry raised his hands over his head, flexing intentionally on the way. 

“Cute.” You scoffed, wrapping the belt over and through his wrists. “You love it.” Harry teased. You rolled your eyes and made sure the binds were tight enough. You ducked your head and scratched his right nipple with your teeth, making him curse under his breath. 

You smirked and lowered one foot to the floor and scooting back to sit over Harry’s knees. You started tugging his pants and underwear down unsuccessfully until Harry lifted his hips, revealing his already hard cock. 

You smiled at Harry sweetly and started pumping his cock fast with one hand, using the other to slip out of your underwear. “Uh! (Y/N)!” He moaned loudly, precum leaking over your hand.

The heat in your lower belly felt overwhelming so you decided to stop teasing. For his sake, of course. You straddled him again and braced your hands on his chest. “Please...” Harry begged, red faced and sweating. 

“You got it, baby.” You smirked and lowered yourself down on him, both of your throwing your heads back in pleasure. You began bouncing up and down with a deep and lazy rhythm. You were aware of the heat in the room and the way Harry watched your breasts bounce up and down. You loved a captive audience.

His cock suddenly jabbed your G-spot hard and your eyes rolled back into your head, a loud moan rolling off your tongue. This happened a few more times, your nails tightening and raking down his chest each time.

You looked at Harry who looked all too smug with himself. You slowed your pace to less than a grinding on his cock. “(Y/N)!” He groaned, less than pleased at the lack of pleasure. “Shouldn’t be so cocky then, eh?” You sneered, bouncing lightly once more.

You were taken off guard as Harry bucked his hips up hard. You moaned and lost your balance, falling forward on top of Harry. “What the- AH!” You yelped, Harry’s mouth finding one of your nipples and nipping it not so lightly.

Harry continued to thrust, clearly close to release judging by his sloppy rhythm.  You flushed, realizing Harry had gotten a face full of your chest. The knot in your gut burned and tightened with every thrust until with one hard assault on your G-spot, it snapped. You let out a string of curses as you came, fireworks shooting off behind your closed eyes. 

Harry was in no better shape, hips stuttering as he came inside of you. You both sat there in silence, trying to catch your breath. You were thoroughly shaken and you sat back up, smacking Harry’s chest in retaliation. He yelped and looked up at you accusingly. 

“I could’ve smothered you!” You tried to sound angry, the grin on your face giving you away. “If that’s how I go, so be it.” He said smugly. You rolled your eyes and pulled yourself off of him. You stood by his head and untied his hands, letting him sit up and rub some feeling back into them.

You gritted your teeth and shuddered, feeling his release drip down your leg. Harry noticed this and snickered. You smacked his shoulder again and sat next to him. 

The euphoria was quickly wearing off and the feeling of dread was setting in. You almost forgot that tomorrow was gonna be a big territory fight. It was almost like Harry read your mind and he rubbed your shoulder comfortingly. 

You looked out the window and saw the sun starting to peek through the smog. “You should leave. So you don’t get caught out in the open.” You reasoned. Harry paused before eventually nodding. 

The next few minutes were quiet as you both dressed, only small appreciative glances in each others direction. You walked Harry to the door, feeling rather somber. “I’ll see you later.” Harry said determinedly. You smiled sadly.

You grabbed Harry by the back of the neck and pulled him down, kissing him deeply. This somehow felt more intimate than anything else you’d done all night. You pulled away, red faced and breathless.

“Don’t die.” You offered as parting advice. Harry barked out a laugh. “Always the sentimental one, eh?” He grinned and opened the door. You watched him strut off into the night towards the docks. “Cocky shit.” You sneered, shutting the door.

[ghoulish-fiction]

headcanons for how the ghouls would act if their partner was pregnant? what kind of parents would they be???

I focused on what the ghouls would be like as parents. I kinda forgot about the first question while I was working on it. Sorry! Its fucking long so check it out below the cut! Please laugh at my dumb joke at the end.

If you wanna know what kind of dad Mountain is go read my series about him being a dad lol.

Swiss ends up being a single dad because the mother of his child was someone he was only seeing casually and she doesn't want to be a mom so leaves the Abbey leaving the baby with Swiss. Swiss is heartbroken for his baby, but he is ready to be the world's best single dad, even if he doesn't know how. He is so devoted to her and takes her everywhere he can and gives her as many experiences and learning opportunities as he can. He even takes her on the road with him, he just brings a nanny along too. Until she is too big and he literally just can't, he baby carries her. She is almost always strapped to him. As she gets bigger he can always be found playing with her around the Abbey. They go on picnics in the woods, they have tea parties in the courtyard, they read together in the library, they dance together in the ballroom, he teaches her about all the instruments in the studio. Swiss is just an A+ dad. And if he isn't a single dad I think he would raise his children with Rain.

Cirrus and Cumulus are good, if not a bit clueless, mothers. They adopted an air ghoul baby boy. Cumulus dotes on him and is always worried about him. She tries very hard not to be a helicopter parent. Cirrus is overly confident about every aspect of raising a child but constantly has to admit she was wrong and doesn't know what she's doing or she made a mistake and learns the right way to do it or ask for help. Both mothers are extremely protective of their son and will absolutely destroy anyone who does anything to him.

Cumulus: Please be careful. Cirrus! He's going to get hurt!

Cirrus: Babe, he's fine! He's having fun!

Child: Yeah mom I'm fine! *immediately fucks up whatever dangerous thing he was doing and gets hurt but like he's okay*

Cirrus: Ah fuck...

Cumulus: BABY ARE YOU OKAY?!

Rain would be a very gentle and calm parent. He would be very good at talking to his young children about their feelings. He and Swiss would be excellent parents together. When the Rain's kids and all his neices and nephews are teenagers they all like to confide in him and seek him out for advice because he is an excellent listener and wants to help these kids without judgement. They will come to him with all the embarrassing stuff they're too afraid to go to anyone else about. That leaves this poor man having so many talks about periods, heats, safe sex, not doing stupid stuff while under the influence, not doing hard drugs, what a healthy relationship looks like, how different ghoul, human, and half ghoul anatomy can be, etc. He loves them all so much and that makes these awkward conversations easier because the children's healthy, safety, and happiness is more important that how shy and embarrassed he may feel. Amazing dad and uncle.

I'm feeling conflicted and head empty on Aether and Dew. Sorry

Mist would have the coolest gender nonconforming children. I don't know enough about her to say anything beyond that lol.

Special Ghoul would be a Tender Father. lol

[innaminitus]

Gingerbreads

Pairing: George x reader x Fred

Request: WEASLEY TWINS CHRISTMAS SMUT YES PLEAASE where they both like the reader but like make a deal that it’s either both of them for her or none of them? THANK YOU

Warnings: smut, no twincest

Word count: 2671

A/N: BIG NOTE: if you are not okay with this kind of fic, you are free to not read it. there is plenty of similar fics all over tumblr, you can avoid them, too.

first fic from my Christmas at Hogwarts series! Feel free to send requests!

The hallways were filled with candles and glittery chains, on every corner there was a Christmas tree, decorated with all kinds of ornaments, gingerbreads and dried oranges, filling the air with the specific scent of holidays.

Disgusting.

You hated the so called ‘holiday spirit’ and basically everything that involved anything associated with Christmas. It wasn’t your fault, really. You remembered times when you actually quite liked Christmas. Not much of it you remembered, though, since you were just a small child when it all fell apart. It was Christmas, after all, when your father murdered your mother right in front of you. Cinnamon and oranges only made you anxious now.

Suddenly someone bumped into you from behind.

“Hey, Portkey!” The Weasley twins blocked your view and both walked backwards in order to see you.

“Stop calling me that…” You furrowed at the nickname, but couldn’t help but to smile.

You got the nickname after the circumstances in which you met the twins.

You were scrubbing the cauldrons in Snape’s office as your detention when the door opened and Filch jumped on his chair in which he has been snoring for at least half an hour now. Snape stormed through the door, dragging two boys by their collars. You saw them before, the famous Weasley twins, the jokers of Hogwarts.

“Messrs. Weasley will help Miss Y/L/N clean the cauldrons. I expect them to be clean enough to see my own reflection.”

“Of course, professor!” Filch nodded his head. “I’ll make sure they will!”

But despite what he said, right after Snape left Filch sat back on his chair and started snoring once again. Fred or George laughed at him and grabbed one of the sponges you were using to clean one of the cauldrons from something thick and sticky.

“I’m Fred” one of them said “and this is George.” He pointed at his twin who cringed at the sight of dirty cauldrons.

“I’m Y/N,” you murmured without taking your eyes off a particularly dirty place.

“And how did you end up here?”

You smirked and looked up.

“I turned Filch’s mop into a portkey. He ended up on the roof every time he touched it.”

They both laughed at your words.

“Brillaint!” said George. At least you thought it was George. “We gave the whole first year Fainting Fancies.”

“Only to test them, of course.”

“But Granger ruined the fun.”

You stopped scrubbing for a second and looked at them with dismay.

“What on earth are Fainting Fancies?” you asked, not sure if you actually want to know the answer.

“Ah!” Fred straightened, obviously very proud of himself. “Our invention! We are working on sweets that make you ill.”

“Sweets that make me ill?” You raised your eyebrow.

“Exactly. You take one and have, in example, instant fever. Perfect before an exam you forgot about.”

“You guys are really something else.”

It was in the middle of September. You have become quite inseparable ever since, the jokes and hours of detention really brought you together.

“Ready to leave for Christmas?” asked Fred, almost tripping over an old rug.

You dragged his arm and forced him to walk next to you, afraid he might actually fall next time. George also joined your side.

“I’m not leaving. I always spend Christmas here.”

“Well, actually that makes sense. I wouldn’t like to spend Christmas with a Slytherin either,” Fred laughed, but George stormed him with sight. “What?”

You only talked to George about what happened to your family. One night you were changing the lenses in telescopes in Astronomy Tower, so instead of stars they would show a giant eye of a person who would use them and ended up looking at the night sky filled with dark clouds. You were talking about everything and nothing, and from word to word you ended up confessing it to him. How your father killed your mother, because she wouldn’t join him as a Death Eater. How you run away through the back door of your house and, swallowing tears, stormed to your neighbors. How the Aurors would take your father to the Azkaban and leave you at an orphanage. How no one would adopt you.

“It’s just… Celebrating Christmas in an orphanage is never fun. I much prefer it here than there.”

Fred’s smile fainted. “I’m- I’m sorry, Y/N, I had no idea.”

“That’s fine.” You waved your hand at him. “You couldn’t know.”

He looked at his twin, they exchanged looks that seemed to say more than any word could.

“Alright, that’s it,” George said. “You have to come with us for Christmas.”

You shook your head with a faint smile. “It’s alright, boys. I’m fine on my own, really.”

“Well, we’re not.” Fred stopped, blocking your way up the corridor. “That’s it, you’re coming with us. I already told mom you would.”

You furrowed. “No, you didn’t.”

“But I will, so you better go pack yourself.”

You sighed. Would it really be so bad? Would you go down memory lane and get fifteen panic attacks by the time you step through the door of their home or would you finally soothe the horror you’ve been living in for past twelve years? There was only one way to find out.

“Alright. I’ll go.”

***

You were nervous during the whole train ride, and now you felt as if you were about to jump from your own skin because of anxiety. With the rest of the Weasley siblings and, of course, the one and only Harry Potter you were waiting outside the King’s Cross station for Mr. Weasley, who was going to pick you up. In a car, they said. You couldn’t possibly imagine how exactly you would fit in a car with all the baggage, but magic surprised you way too many times for you to still question everything. This time it was no different – although Mr. Weasley parked a simple black car, he supposedly got from the Ministry (it had something to do with Potter, but you didn’t ask too many questions) inside it was as big as a van. Every single one of you could fit inside, and you still had plenty of room left. They all chattered and laughed during the way, but you were too stressed to even listen to them. You regretted your decision already. You should be at Hogwarts, in your dorm room, alone, reading a book and drinking unholy amount of hot chocolate with marshmallows. The elves would always bring you some food and this perfect beverage since you never joined the rest of the students which stayed as well. But it was too late now.

The car stopped before an old, weirdly crooked house which looked like a patchwork blanket you had when you were little. Somehow it made you feel warm inside.

You got out right after Ginny, with your bag in hand, unsure what to do. You locked your eyes on flying lights around the roof of the house. Could it be fairies? Or just enchanted string of plain lights?

All of the sudden you felt heavy arm around your shoulders. “Hey, Portkey, you alright?” Fred asked, his sight following yours. “Yeah, I know it’s not much, but–“

“It’s perfect,” you interrupted, smiling.

His face brightened and you noticed sparkles in his eyes. Pretty.

“Go on, lovebirds!” Ginny waved at you and you noticed that it was now only you and Fred standing outside. You blushed suddenly and hurried inside.

“Oh, hello, dear!” Mrs. Weasley smiled at you and grabbed your arms, squeezing them lightly. A big warm smile bloomed on her face. “You must be Y/N! How lovely to finally meet you, I’m so glad you’ll spend holidays with us!”

“Thank you for having me.” You smiled back. This woman just greeted you like an old family friend, not an orphan she sees for the first time in her life. It was… oddly nice.

***

You were sitting on a sofa, your knees under your chin, staring blindly at the yule tree, your sight blurred to the point where you only saw points of colorful light. The dinner was wonderful. Mrs. Weasley asked George in a letter what your favorite food was, and of course made it just for you. She also made sure there was no scent of gingerbread spice. It was just a little too much for you.

“You’re not asleep?” Someone’s voice interrupted your mindless procrastinating.

You blinked and turned your head to look at George walking down the stairs.

“Not yet… I’m a little overwhelmed. Don’t mind me.”

He sat next to you. The sofa was quite small, that’s why you put your legs down, and now his thigh was touching yours.

“I know my mum can be… intense. To say the least, but she means well.”

“I know that, and she’s lovely, really, it’s just… I don’t know. A lot to process for me. I haven’t had real Christmas since I was a kid. And you are all trying to make me feel welcome…” You turned your head from him, suddenly ashamed. “I feel like I don’t deserve any of it.”

A second passed, then another, and you felt his warm fingers under your chin. He gently turned your face back to him.

“You deserve everything, Y/N.” He moved so close to you that for a second you were sure he was going to kiss you, but he hesitated mere millimeters from your lips. Hotness flushed your cheeks. He smelled like pine tree and suddenly you decided it was now your favorite scent. You waited for a second that felt like an hour, and slightly moved away in the same moment he moved forward. A small gasp escaped your lips, he leaned even more, undaunted, and kissed you gently. No tongue, not even opened mouth, just lips touching lips. It was a long kiss, though, and when he moved away you felt uncomfortable chill on your mouth.

“George–“

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I shouldn’t–“

“No,” you interrupted. “Do it again. Please.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. His hand landed on the back of your neck, he pulled you to him, and butterflies erupted in your stomach. Enough with the gentleness, he was needy, as if he’s been waiting for your lips his whole life. His other hand was on your thigh, he was turning you more towards him as his tongue slid into your mouth.

“Well, well, well.”

You parted immediately, somehow ashamed. Fred slowly walked down the stairs, a hint of smile on his face. “What do we have here?” He stood before you, hands crossed. “I thought we had a deal, Georgie.” Wait, what? “It’s either both of us or none of us.”

You blinked once, then twice, but couldn’t understand the situation. You looked at George, hoping that maybe he would make it clearer.

“I know, I know,” he sighed “but I couldn’t help myself.”

Your heart missed a beat, but not in a pleasant way. Were they… making a bet?

“Can any of you tell me what the hell are you talking about?” you asked, lovely moment from just a mere minute ago long gone.

George rubbed the back of his head and exchanged looks with Fred. They were doing it again, communicating without words.

He sighed. “We– we both like you, okay? And we agreed that none of us will be with you… unless the other one would also be involved.”

You swallowed hard. Did he mean… to be with them both? At the same time? It seemed crazy but… you liked them, too. They were both handsome, obviously. Would it be so bad?

“Okay,” you said, the steadiness of your voice surprising you. “We can– we can try.”

They seemed as surprised as you were, looking at each other once more.

Fred was the first to speak, after he cleared his throat. “Then maybe… let’s go to our room?”

You nodded and followed him up the stairs, feeling the warmth of George’s body behind you.

It was oddly arousing. You had to be quiet, to not wake anyone. You knew you’d have to be quiet later when… When what exactly? Were you going to have sex? Or was it just your hope?

You entered the twins’ room, bathed in moonlight. It smelled like pine here as well…

Suddenly a hand was on the back of your neck, Fred’s tongue first, a split second before his needy lips landed on yours. You didn’t think, you didn’t wait, you gave back every kiss, your tongue next to his. While his fingers were tangled in your hair another set of hands played with skin under the hem of your shirt, bolder with each passing moment. He traced the curves of your body, shamelessly traveled up, and up, his soft fingers caressed the side of your breasts only to finally land on your hardened nipples. You moaned in Fred’s mouth at which he bit your lower lip.

“You like how he touches you, huh?” His voice no more than a whisper, sent shivers down your body. “Wait till I touch you.”

George rolled your nipples in between his fingers, but soon his hands were gone, because Fred lifted you up. They seemed to have one mind, what one thought the other acted. George sat on one of the beds, Fred seated you between his brother’s legs. His fingers hooked on your pajama pants and your panties, but before he took them off he took a look at you, one eyebrow raised in silent question. You could go back now, they wouldn’t blame you. Only… you didn’t exactly want to go back. You lifted your hips, your answer just as silent as his. He grinned and slid your clothes down your legs. George gripped your shirt and soon it was also gone, but you weren’t cold. You had two bodies to warm yourself and you were gladly going to use them.

George’s soft lips traced the curve of your neck while Fred was watching your arousal grow under his brother’s touch. His hands slowly parted your thighs, showing your already pulsating pussy. His twin’s fingers were kneading your breasts and mercilessly pinching your nipples while his mouth landed on yours, kissing you passionately.

He caught you by surprise, really. Almost making you jump when you felt warm tongue spreading your folds, surprise quickly turning to pleasure when Fred’s tongue started to, gently at first, play with your dripping pussy. Oh, but he was impatient. Soon you were a moaning as he was sucking on your clit and slowly pushing one finger inside of you. George wasn’t planning on being any worse than his brother – his skillful fingers could probably make you come just by playing with your nipples and soon you were biting your lips almost till they bled, only to not moan their names.

The pleasure was unbelievable. Feeling of two bodies against you, flicks of Fred’s tongue and moves of George’s fingers and his lips on yours – it was all too much to bear, too much for one person to experience. And you found yourself lost in this pleasure when Fred joined another finger deep in your pussy. Your muscles clenched on him, he started sucking on your clit, George’s fingers pinched hard and all of the sudden you were almost knocked out by the most intensive orgasm you’re ever had.

They gave you a moment to come down from the high and slowly started to undress when you suddenly heard a knock on the door.

“Can you wrap it up?” You heard Ginny’s whisper. “Mom asked me twice already where you are, Y/N, I’m running out of excuses.”

You got all red and slapped your hand over your mouth, looking at the twins who tried very hard not to laugh. Fred handed you your clothes and George leaned to your ear “We’ll finish it tomorrow.” A shiver went down your spine. Well, now you’ve had new Christmas memory to hold onto.

[tsunonotarou]

AZUL, JADE, FLOYD

— asking them to be your fake boyfriend

summary: Reader rushes to Octavinelle urging to sign a contract with Azul, reader’s wish is to have one of them (Azul, Jade or Floyd) to become their fake boyfriend in order to get rid of a persistent student who kept bothering them.

: gender-neutral reader!

OCTAVINELLE

Azul weren’t particularly pleased when he was informed that someone barged into Mostro Lounge and started requesting for his presence, but oh well, they might just want to sign a contract, it’s a win for him, he gathered Jade and Floyd by his side

You dismissed Azul, didn’t even bother listening to the terms and conditions and tell him to “just get on with it”

He silently huffed at your behavior, but you’re the one who didn’t want to listen to the terms and conditions, your loss. You have no right to complain later

The Leech brothers raised their brows at you, what a bold one you are

“So, what is your wish?” Azul leaned back comfortably

“I want someone in your dorm to be my fake boyfriend because this little pest wouldn’t stop bothering me.”

Azul’s eyes widened, so did Jade’s and Floyd’s, though a grin quickly stretched out on the twins’ lips

“Heh~ this is an unusual request, Shrimpy! It sounds fun!”

“Indeed, Floyd. I have never heard of such wish during the time I’ve spent with Azul. Truly surprising.”

Azul comprehended the situation quickly, giving a light chuckle and a wave of hand, placing a pen down and of course, the contract

“Very well, I shall assign one of my dorm members to assist you.”

He halted when your hand slammed onto the paper, stopping his movements

“I don’t want just any dorm member,”

Azul didn’t felt good

“I want someone intimidating or has enough authority to get him off my ass.”

“...”

“More specifically, I want one of you guys.” You pointed at the three of them, who had their eyes wide open

Who do you choose?

Azul Ashengrotto

Jade Leech

Floyd Leech

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

“M-Me?” His calm demeanor faltered and stuttered, pointing a finger at himself to confirm your answer, his cheeks dusted light pink when you nodded firmly

He could hear held back laughs behind him, which he sent glares to the twins in return

He cleared his throat, sitting up straighter and stiffer. “Well, then.”

He will always find you after class to make your “relationship” look more realistic and kind of indirectly telling people that you’re together or get the idea of it

He’ll also have lunch with you while trying his best to ignore teasing gazes from the Tweels

If you tell him it’s fine and he doesn’t have to stick with you all the time, he’ll dismiss it and say it’s better to get the job done earlier and hides the fact that he quite enjoy his time with you

You assume that they didn’t dare to talk to you because Azul’s with you, and that was true as they suddenly dragged you to a corner when you’re alone walking

They talked about how they didn’t know you were acquainted with Azul and demands an explanation, just being very rude and confusing in general

“Ah~ I see. So you are the one who Y/N mentioned.” The familiar voice made you sigh in relief while they froze in fear

Azul would place a gentle hand on your waist, securing you close as he looks down on the cowering student, a smile that didn’t reach his eyes quickly turned into a bored stare

“I’d appreciate it if you would stop pestering my lover.” The cold gaze and intimidating aura from Octavinelle’s dorm head had them scurrying off after a series of stuttered apologies

Azul made sure they’ve gone far away before quickly making space between you two to not make you uncomfortable, faking a cough as the front he put up dissolved

“So, for payment...”

He states that he has not made up his mind about what the payment will be, but he’s internally debating whether to ask you out on a date as payment or not ;)

Since Azul often visits you after class, even when this whole incident has thankfully stopped, he still finds you after class out of habit

And when he realized he just stood there blushing while enduring your smile

Maybe this will be the start of your story together

JADE LEECH

“Oh? Me?” STOP FUCKING RAISING YOUR EYEBROWS IM FUDHDKSOFJSO

He’d agree to help without a second thought because this might be amusing

He sticks by your side now, literally

You tried politely telling him how just following you around won’t do anything, he’s like a butler

He raised a brow before a smirk stretched on his lips, the next thing you knew you find yourself trapped in between him and the solid wall

Leaning down to get eye level with you, he mused. “Are you indicating something more...intimate?”

You fainted

After that he started to get more serious as you just realize that he was playing around all the while, now only truly intending to help you with your problem

He walks you to class everyday, making sure you’re in the classroom before going off to his own class

Of course he made sure to leave gentle caresses here and there, on your cheeks, hands, arms or lightly fixing your hair for you

These small yet loud gestures attracted attention, they would definitely catch wind of it. Once they knew you’re acquainted with Jade they’d immediately stop their disturbing chase, avoiding you now, even

But Jade wouldn’t let his fun die so soon, he knew they had been staring all this while, sneaking around stealing glances and followed you two

He’d personally find them to have a good talk, asking why were they bothering you exactly

Jade threatened gave them a light warning, as if scolding little kids with that charming smile and unusually calm tone of his

It wasn’t long before his face twisted into a sadistic expression along with a as equally sadistic grin, as if making fun of their foolish and pathetic self

During the time he spent with you made him know you more as a person and he finds you entertaining

Maybe he’ll invite you to Mostro Lounge when he’s done dealing with this pest, treating you to a cup of tea or a beverage of your liking and continue on with the conversation you two left off earlier

FLOYD LEECH

“Heh~? Me? Okay, I’ll squeeze them for you, Shrimpy!”

Clings to you 24/7, partly because of the need to guard you but mostly because of how soft you are and he just loves squishing you

He demands asks you to go to his basketball trainings/games, have lunch together under a large tree and just generally playing around with each other

You sometimes think that he forgot what all this was about, you’re not complaining, though, it’s fun being with Floyd

Really touchy, likes resting his chin on your head while he puts his arms on your shoulders and basically placing his entire weight on you

Your interactions, of course, were noticed by others

Floyd was waiting for them, the “annoying person” you were talking about, but they just won’t come out! Maybe they’re set on hiding when he’s near you

It was one of the rare times when you were alone without Floyd by your side and unsurprisingly, they came and started babbling like nothing’s wrong, making you extremely uncomfortable with their subtle touches

Their wrist was grabbed harshly, Floyd’s long fingers gripping around it so hard you swear it would’ve broke if he went any further, Floyd’s expression was dangerous, eyes wide as he glares down on them, a visible frown on his face

His smile only appeared when he faces you, telling you to wait for him in the interior hallway

You were uncertain but did as he told

It took a while for Floyd to come back to you, maybe he took his time toying with them

Acts as if nothing happened, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and leading you away to the cafeteria or Mostro Lounge

“Shrimpy~ they were no fun, you know? Weren’t even fun to squeeze!”

Cupping your hands around his face and squish it lightly while giving him your cute smile definitely cheers him up, so do that

If you do that, he’ll immediately make the both of you sit down on the ground (no matter where you are at that moment) and pull you in, his legs are long enough to circle around you so you’re kinda sitting in his little bubble of area if you know what I mean

He considered placing you on his lap but it’s probably too soon for that now, he’ll save it for next time

He grabbed your hands once more and placed them on his cheeks, continue what you were doing before! It’s cute and he likes it

[keisins]

—✥ SEVEN HEADED SNAKE, WHAT YOU CALL THAT? BLEEDING LIKE AN OPEN SCAR.

pairing. assassin!nanami kento x assassin!f!reader warnings. smut(18+), slight angst overview. *this plot was actually inspired from the amazing @sukirichi , ty for letting me use the idea from your drabble!* your divorce with nanami gets finalized, but why does it feel like your relationship is just beginning?

[ SERIES MASTERLIST ]

It’s an end.

“Alright, all done. You’re free to go. Thank you.”

You try not to look at the man that’s sitting across from you in this sweltering, closed up space of an attorney office. The papers you both inked your signatures on are slid into a safe kept portfolio that you will get a copy of soon enough, for confirmation.

Confirmation of a love that never really existed in the first place.

The white haired lawyer of your now ex-husband huffs a grin as he extends a hand to you. “I think a congratulations is in order.”

His wolf-like smile is a harsh reminder of how this was all your idea. A humiliating blush threatens to creep up your face before Nanami makes his first comment in the past five loudly silent minutes.

“You’re so unnecessary.” He murmurs as Gojou Satoru shakes your hand enthusiastically. It seems that a lot of things amuse the man. Especially, the person next to you.

Getou stares at the hand placed in front him and the same obnoxious grin you had just endured.

“Till next time, Suguru?”

The informality catches you a little off guard, but your “attorney” only gives a serene smile back and takes the hand. “Yes. See you, Satoru.”

Nanami gives you one last look and you a thin smile before nodding and making his way out. Gojou follows suit.

Getou sighs and drops the portfolio onto the hardwood table. “Well, now that’s done. We can finally start our mission, huh?”

You hum, slumping back into the wooden chair.

It’s a beginning.

“Got eyes on the target yet?”

Ah, those words never get old, do they? Nanami stares into the optic as he shifts his hold on the air soft rifle to search. He wants to get this over with— it’s been a long fucking week— and it never helps to have Gojo in his ear every minute gone by. Before Gojo can speak again, Nanami finally settles in a perfect spot.

The man fits every detail description. But, like clockwork, he needs to verify. “Seated at the bar, right?”

He hears the confirmation and his finger goes to the trigger until a figure comes up. It blocks the shot, but it’s quite the view anyway. It’s you. Wait— why were you here? His ex-wife; an acquaintance that agreed to marry him to both of your guy’s parents off your back, the one who always waited for him coming home from work (which ever one that may be; the office job or a sniper) and never complained until, well, this week.

He couldn’t deny you the request. He kind of owed it to you, to be honest. You were a kind woman with a job in retail, right? You were a good wife— loyal and patient, right? You were perfect on paper. Almost too perfect.

“Woah,” he hears Gojo chuckle in amusement and astonishment. “What is your ex-wife doing here, Nanami!”

“I-“ Nanami continues to observe the situation unfolding. You look good. Beautiful. Stunning. Like you belong in the elite society. He hasn’t seen you like this ever. Even when you two got married in that dull city courthouse. He clears his throat. “I don’t know.”

Then, he sees you turn, and you look straight at him through the glass circle. The corners of your lips turn up into the tiniest, sly smile before the back of your head is seen again.

What the fuck just happened? What is going on? It’s all that can go through Nanami’s head at the moment.

This kind of sucks, is all you’re thinking as the target of yours blabbers on about whatever. You could have seen yourself falling in love with Nanami Kento. If only he hadn’t been so stubborn about going to work and saying how dangerous it is there. What was so dangerous about transferring numbers in for some company, you used to think. But, now that he’s after your same target, you understood.

“Gotta give it to you, he’s even scarier now that I know he’s a sniper.” Mahito chuckles through your ear piece. “You know we have to kill him now right?”

You surprise yourself when you shudder at the thought. You hear Geto chastise him in response for you. “She’s kind of busy to be worrying about that right now.” Geto reminds you for what seems like the millionth time that night. “Focus on the target,” he tells you.

Right. Lure him in. Get the portfolio. Kill him. It’s been done before. An easy procedure. If only your ex-husband wasn’t a building away with a sniper in hand. You’re about to secure part of the mission— seduce the man back to his hotel room where the portfolio lies in a safe—when your phone rings.

You don’t know why you agree, but you end up in a luxurious hotel room drinking red wine with your ex-husband as you tell him the whole truth. And he tells you his. It’s too much to take in. It feels unreal.

“So, what now?”

He shrugs and takes another sip of his drink. And he looks so hot, with his chiseled jawline and high cheekbones. And those hands—

Without any thought, you pull on his tie and your lips land on his. Nanami realized he hasn’t touched you intimately in almost a year. He forgot how good it felt. Right now, you taste like wine. He gets a drip of it off your tongue when it brushes against his. And he decides he’ll let you do whatever you want to him. He’s tired. Tired of having to chase you when you were already his all this time.

He doesn’t know you feel the same way. That you’d kill yourself before killing him. So, you counter your rough kisses with your gentle touches along his rugged arms. You make your way to his buttons. You manage to pop two undone when you pull apart from him. Both your lips wet and swollen.

“You aren’t stopping me?”

With the way you’re looking at him and the way he’s looking at you, there’s no way either of you could really pull out of the lustful ambience. And Nanami’s thinking to himself— this was your wife and you haven’t thought of fucking her until now? Where the hell was your head this past year? Why hadn’t you ever come home on time?

The answer all laid upon this stupid job, but this stupid job got him in the position he was in now. And he’s always been logical— backing out on missions that involved higher tiered competition, making sure a bullet would bounce off a target a certain way to trick investigators— but if he needs to let loose and give up all inhibitions to spend this whole night with you, he will.

Who cares if your teams were probably biting each other’s head off at the moment?

You’re searching for an answer in his natural stony gaze before he abruptly moves to stand, causing you to fall backwards towards the hotel bed with an oomf. He’s towering over you with the slightest smug smile when he sees your flustered appearance taking in the muscular body that unfolds as he unbuttons the shirt.

“No. Should I?”

You shake your head no, enveloping your arms around his now bare neck. Please don’t ever, you want to say. Your lips crash again and there’s more of a soft passion to these kisses. He tries not to awe at the falling thin straps on your shoulders giving up so much skin, a lot more skin than he has ever got to see. And he merely thanks God that you’ve begun to unbuckle his pants because he could probably spend a little bit too long admiring your body.

You use this as a chance to turn him over so that you’re on top. Your lips meet his again as you grab his unsurprising large length and rush to put it inside you. You whine at the stretch and Nanami can’t help but feel a little bit pleased at the fact that you, whom is usually so calm and cold, unraveling before him.

“Kento.” You unintentionally whimper. You’re too occupied to be embarrassed as you grind and ride him. He’s taken aback by how hot and silky and wet you are. All for him?

“Fuck.” He’s not exactly holding back either. He’s groaning and grunting against the skin of your neck. Feeling you convulsing around him, he takes back his control as he fucks you through your first high that night.

You wake up to overlapping, obnoxious ringing sounds. You don’t have to look to know who’s calling you at this hour. It’s not like you want to answer anyway. There’s a ridiculously hot man in bed naked next to you.

“Are you going to answer?” His voice is gruff, raspy and you think you want to wake up to it every single fucking day. You throw your phone carelessly to the other end of the room, ignoring the sound it makes when it cracks and you lean over on top of him. The sunlight that’s breaking through the window hits your face so delicately, so gently. You’re beautiful, he wants to say. But he doesn’t, so you settle with the small smirk he has on.

“No. It’s nothing important,” you tell him before you indulge in more and more of whatever he can give you. And if that ends, you don’t really care— at least it started with Nanami Kento.

[ranhaitanisgf]

;; 𝖆𝖑𝖇𝖊𝖉𝖔

otherwise read as: albedo is tired of people in mondstadt.

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❧ masterlist

"Albedo...? Albedo! You're back!" You launched yourself at him, burying your face in the crook of his neck, smiling as his laughter reverberated throughout his chest.

"Yes, indeed I am. How've you been?" He asked, pulling you away from him to give a soft kiss to your forehead.

"I've been alright, just doing a lot of commissions and ignoring Sister Rosaria, y'know, the usual." Amusement could be seen on his features as he listened to you, a small smile resting on his lips.

"Oh my...what's she saying this time?"

"That I trust people too easily and that I take too much work, nothing out of the ordinary. How was your experimenting in Dragonspine? I heard from Sucrose that quite a bit happened." Albedo sighed as he recalled the series of unfortunate events that had occurred throughout his time in Dragonspine.

"It's quite a long story. How about we head home and-"

"(Y/N)!" Albedo was interrupted by a voice calling out for you, and much to his disappointment, you wiggled yourself out of his embrace to greet the person.

"Ah, Jack! And Pallad! What a pleasure...haha..." You said, sweatdropping at them.

"Me and my bud Jack have some commissions to do, and we wanted to ask you to help us!" Pallad said.

"Oh, well, I'm afraid I have to decline, since-"

"Remember that time I covered for you in front of Cyrus? Don't you owe me one from them?" Pallad said, a smug smirk covering his face.

You internally groaned; you could already feel a headache coming on and you haven't even left yet.

"Ah...right...well then, I suppose we should get going then. You guys go without me, I'll catch up in a moment." You sighed, putting a hand to your head as Pallad set off with Jack, not even taking the time to notice he didn't have his pack.

You turned to Albedo, who had a mildly displeased look on his face as his eyes narrowed at Pallad.

"Sorry Albedo...I'll finish this up then we can head home, alright?" You said, looking at him with a sorry look in your eyes.

"Yes, that's fine, I'll be here when you get back. I suppose I will take a look at what Timaeus has been up to." You smiled at him, giving him a small peck on the cheek as you started to catch up with Jack and Pallad.

"What an annoyance..."

--

The commissions had been a pain, to say the least. Pallad even forgot to bring a weapon, and though Jack was a bright adventurer, it would seem that he wasn't a big help.

Returning to Monstadt, you lightly smiled at the thought of spending time with Albedo.

And yet, time after time, more and more people decided to call in favors, and each time, Albedo sighed, getting more annoyed each time.

It was nighttime by the time you had finished everything. You sighed, praying to Barbatos that you would be able to go home now.

--

"Another glass for the bard! Hehe!" Diluc merely shook his head as he slid another glass to the drunken god, amazed at the amount of alcohol he could put away.

Please let me be able to go home now...

"Eh?" Venti raised his head slightly, listening to the prayer.

"Diluc! A free round for the lad for that song!"

"Ehe! You heard the man Master Diluc! Another round for the bard!"

--

"(Y/N)! You have to help me! My cat, he's gone!" You turned your head to see Margaret, who was looking around nervously.

"Margaret, I-"

"I'm very sorry, but (Y/N) has some other matters to attend to. It would seem that Aether has some time to spare, how about you ask him? Now, please excuse us." Before you could say anything, Albedo took your hand and led you away from the confused woman, taking you in the direction of the small house the two of you lived in.

"Albedo?"

"What is it?"

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, are you?"

"Yeah, I'm fine..." The two of you reached the house, and Albedo unlocked the door and pulled you inside, turning the lights on and shutting the door behind you.

Immediately, he pulled you into a warm embrace, his face buried in the hair on the top of your head.

"Albedo...? Are you alright?" You asked softly, wrapping your arms around him and tracing shapes on his back.

"I'm fine, I just...missed you. And you've been helping people all day, and while I'm quite sure the people of Monstadt appreciate it, you need a break..."

"And you want cuddles, am I right?" You smirked, looking up at him as your foreheads touched. A slight flush filled his cheeks and his eyes widened. Although he was clearly caught off guard, he smirked back at you, and frankly, that was all he had to do.

This time, it was you who was blushing with a surprised look. He chuckled and kissed the tip of your nose before leading you to the bedroom, where he shed his coat and dragged you into the bed. You laid beside him, looking at him as he sighed, tiredly giving you a smile and tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

"You're as pretty as picture, and most especially in real life. Sketching you was the only way I could see you, but now that I have you here in front of me, I find the experience to be far more enjoyable." His light blonde hair fell over his eyes, and you brushed it to the side, gently lifting his head to undo the braids and small ponytail in the back. He let out a relieved sigh as you gently ran your fingers through his hair. He leaned closer to you, his hand tenderly rubbing your temple, and touched his lips to yours.

Warmth blossomed throughout your chest, spreading throughout your body as a sense of familiarity swept through your mind. It was soft and gentle; almost as if you were returning home after being away for a while.

Albedo pulled away, giving a smile before pulling you into his chest, his hand resting on the back of your head.

"I love you." He whispered softly.

"I love you too."

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[readyplayerhobi]

Jung Hoseok and the Magic to Happiness | 06 | End

; Hufflepuff Teacher!Hoseok x Reader

; Genre: Fluff, angst, smut

; Word Count: 7.5k

; Warnings: Penetrative sex, potion influence (? what’s the correct term here), unprotected sex (kinda), creampie, Hoseok licks his fingers...

; Synopsis: An unexpected issue with your Ministry of Magic job leads to you taking the role of Transfiguration Professor at Hogwarts. It’s here that you meet your best friend’s younger brother for the first time in years, the Hufflepuff Head of House, Jung Hoseok. While you contend with seeing him once again, Hoseok tries to show you that he’s very much a man and no longer the gangly teenager you once knew.

; A/N: Final chapter! We’re finally here. I bet you didn’t think I’d actually finish this series, haha. Two series down though! SO...I’m very rusty with smut. I haven’t written it since like...October so please be gentle with me! I hope you all enjoy this chapter and have liked reading this series! Please reblog it so others can find it and send me comments/reviews/feedback via an ask or by reblogging this! :D I love to read them all and your support has helped to encourage me to keep going.

Last Chapter ; 

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Surprisingly, you don’t see Hoseok for a few days after the Winter Solstice Ball. He’s not present at any of the meals, nor do you see him around the castle either. It simultaneously confuses and concerns you as you worry that he’s feeling too awkward to be around you.

Seokjin, at a pre-Christmas meal at his house, had tried to confirm that he wasn’t avoiding you but instead was simply busy with preparing the magical creatures for the Christmas break. There were exchanges with other schools around the world that occurred at Christmas, meaning that Hoseok was constantly travelling with his creatures and taking custody of the foreign creatures which would be used for the next semester. 

You’d viewed that with suspicion as you didn’t recall Hoseok nor Jisoo telling you that, but it did seem like a logical reason. Chaeyoung had backed the argument at the time, her mouth half full of roasted turkey. Given your suspicions about their involvement in trying to get Hoseok and you into a relationship had caused you to watch her suspiciously though.

It was only when Jimin, who had also been present for the meal, had confirmed it with a nod of his head that you’d finally believed them. As far as you knew, Jimin had no involvement and he’d genuinely fascinated with how close the two of you had been at the ball.

So even though it made you feel a little paranoid at his sudden absence after the kiss, you chose to trust your friends and believe what they said. You were already concerned about how to just interact with him when you saw him, you certainly didn’t need to obsess over the fact he ‘might’ be avoiding you.

Instead of letting your mind focus on that though, you instead throw yourself into any work you can do. The Christmas break sees most students gone and only a handful remaining behind. Some of those were because they wanted to continue studying or they didn’t want to leave their friends, others were because they didn’t have a stable home to go back to.

It made your heartache to know that some of your students had such poor home lives but it wasn’t something you could do anything about. Instead, you help to organise visits to Hogsmeade for the students so they can get to enjoy some of their break by just having fun and experiencing some of the Christmas cheer.

You’d also got through all the essays that you had to mark and the first month of the new semester had already been carefully planned out for when the students all returned. This meant that you’d done nearly all your work though and there were only so many books you could read without getting bored.

So you offered your services to the other professor’s who had remained behind, figuring that you could help them out while also reducing your boredom. This is why you were currently in the potion storeroom doing a stocktake; recording how many of each ingredient was left, if there were any that were running low or had run out completely, what potions were stored away and how much of each one.

It wasn’t the most interesting job but it helped to take your mind off things and you felt a little useful at least. You’d only been doing it for half-an-hour before you’d quickly realised why no one liked to do this job, though. The storeroom was bigger than it initially appeared and contained multiple shelving units, with each shelf packed full of ingredients, potions and spare potion-making ingredients.

There was a stale smell to the air which mingled with the faint remnants of potions that had been created in the many cauldrons that littered the room. Alongside that, there was so much dust in the room that you genuinely wondered if anyone used this place. Whilst you weren’t one to advocate using magic for stuff that you could just do by hand, there was no reason to not just do a quick cleaning spell in here.

Then again, you’ve never been amazing at potions so maybe that kind of spell might do something to one of the ingredients. So you just carry on, occasionally sneezing whenever you cause a small dust cloud to appear.

You end up so in the zone that you don’t hear the door open and close, nor the soft footfalls of someone walking in closer. This means you shriek in surprise when you hear your name in a familiar, low voice. Jerking forwards, you knock into the shelves in front of you and wince at the sound of glass hitting each other as bottles wobble dangerously.

“Shit!” Cursing, you miss the bottle with a mother-of-pearl sheen that teeters from the top shelf dangerously. Hoseok, obviously concerned with how he’d surprised you, rushes forward to help stabilise the bottles that are on the verge of smashing all around you.

As he grabs one that’s rolling towards the edge, you reach out to stop another one at the exact moment the top bottle drops. It hits your hand hard, bouncing before hitting the shelving unit and shattering. The potion inside splatters all over you, Hoseok and the shelf. Spiralled steams immediately begin to rise from where it impacts and you vaguely remember that amortentia looks like this.

But then you’re cursing loudly, sputtering as you get a mouthful of it. Without meaning to, you swallow it all and cringe as you feel it slide down your throat. The sound of Hoseok choking causes you to look over and you realise he’s got a mouthful of it as well, his face pinched as he sticks his tongue out from the taste of it.

“What was that?” He asks, blinking rapidly before wiping away what has splashed onto his face. For such a small bottle, it had managed to almost everywhere and even some stray strands of his hair were wet; steam rising slowly.

“If I remember my potions correctly...amortentia.” You say, lips twisting as you stare up at the top of the unit. Why this potion had been stored up there was beyond you as there was nothing else up there but dust. At least no other bottles had broken.

“Ah,” He muses before pausing, eyes widening as something clicks in his head. “Wait, isn’t that the love potion thing?”

“It doesn’t cause people to fall in love. If you remember back to your own potions lessons, no potion is capable of causing true love. Instead, it causes intense infatuation or obsess-oh…” Now your own eyes widen as you stare directly into Hoseok’s, warmth curling within your gut and rushing through your veins until your whole body feels hot.

Almost instantly, the two of you look away from each other. Coughing awkwardly, you shift to the other side of the storeroom, a hand pressed to your cheeks in a futile effort to cool them. Instead, they just feel even warmer.

What happened if two people took it? Especially if those two people already liked each other anyway? Did it just negate itself?

The slow burn within you said no and you let out a shaky breath, resting your forehead against the cool wood of the unit next to you.

“I’m sorry...I didn’t mean to scare you. I thought you heard me coming in...I wasn’t being quiet or anything.” Hoseok mutters and you glance over, noting the rosy pink gracing the apples of his cheeks. You wonder if it’s because he feels embarrassed or if it’s because he’s experiencing the same, intense feelings that you are.

Inhaling deeply, you tried to calm yourself only to realise that all you could smell was Hoseok. His scent was so strong that it was like he was standing right next to you instead of being on the other side of the room. Almost immediately, you knew it was the potion.

From what you remembered, amortentia caused those feelings for whoever administered it. Considering neither you nor Hoseok had been the one to serve it, you would’ve thought that it would just negate itself. Instead, it seems to have decided that you’ve both administered it to each other.

“It’s okay, don’t worry about it. I was too deep into my work,” Giving him a nervous laugh, you try to reassure him so he doesn’t get too worried that he’s done something wrong. “How come you’re here? I haven’t seen you in days.”

“Err, yeah...sorry. I’ve been really busy. I forgot to tell you that we usually start doing magical creature exchanges around Christmas to help educate our students on foreign creatures while also allowing other nations to learn about our creatures. It’s been a little hectic as I’ve been exchanging hippogriff’s, bowtruckles and nifflers with Castelobruxo in Brazil. Which as you can imagine has been a little stressful because I think I’ve almost lost about six niffler’s and almost lost a hand to one of the hippogriff’s.” He turns away from you to tidy up some of the shelves, missing your sigh of relief as you realise everyone has been right.

He hadn’t been avoiding you.

“I’m finished now though, for the moment. It took me longer than I liked as the fire slugs we got from Castelobruxo have been continuously burning their cages but I have that completely fixed now. I thought that I’d come to find you as we haven’t talked in a few days and I got told you were here. So...here I am.” Giving you a weak smile, Hoseok turns to look at you while shrugging.

He looks slightly uncomfortable now; a sheen on his golden tan skin while his face looks redder than normal. His hands grasp at nothing on his sides and you find yourself hyper fixated on them. Have you ever really noticed how long and slender his fingers are? 

Almost immediately, you imagine those fingers somewhere else and almost moan out loud as you clench inner muscles around nothing. Was this a normal side effect of amortentia? You didn’t know what was happening and you weren’t the best at potions so this was all foreign to you.

At least you’d come to terms with the fact that you were attracted to him and would like to perhaps try a relationship. Otherwise, this would’ve been even more awkward. Not that he knew that yet, which is probably why he’s looking a little distressed.

You don’t feel that it’s the best moment to blurt that out though. Sure, it would reduce any uncomfortableness between you both but was it a good idea to admit you find him attractive too when you’re both suffering the effects of amortentia?

Probably not.

“It’s okay, don’t worry about it. A few of the others told me that you’d be busy doing this. I didn’t even know that magical creature exchange was a thing!” Cheerfully, you smile at him when he glances at you.

“Still, I should have told you. I’m really sorry.” He mumbles, reaching out to gently brush a scratchy pouch idly. His insistence at apologising causes you to smile and shake your head amused at how genuinely remorseful he is that he’d forgotten to tell you this one thing.

“Honestly, it’s fine. It’s your job, don’t say sorry for doing your job, okay? You’re a great caretaker for the magical creatures and I’m not surprised you forgot to mention it to me. I don’t tell you stuff about my job all the time because you don’t need to know it! So don’t stress.” Reaching for the checklist that you’d been running through earlier, you note down the broken amortentia potion with a small reprimand for the untidy storeroom.

As such, you don’t see the way Hoseok’s face twists as he forces himself to remain quiet.

The two of you remain silent for the next five minutes or so with you attempting to carry on counting the ingredients and potions on the shelves while Hoseok merely lingers in the background. He was so cute.

It would have been a comfortable silence between you both, like you always had with him, if not for the lingering awkwardness of the untalked kiss and the flaring desire of the potion. Shifting awkwardly, your thighs squeeze together in an attempt to relieve some pressure. It doesn’t work and you have to stifle a groan at the small sharp jolt of pleasure.

“Merlin,” Hoseok whispers, causing you to open your eyes and look over at him. His face is even more flushed and you note a slight sheen to his skin as if he’s too hot. If he’s even remotely as warm as you are then it’s entirely understandable and you wonder what you look like to him.

Blowing out a breath, he attempts to fan his face before pinching some of his shirt and pulling at it to get some cooler air. You can tell it doesn’t work because you’ve been subconsciously doing that for the last minute and all it’s done is cause you to imagine Hoseok’s lips brushing along your chest instead of the poor imitation of a breeze.

What finally tipped you over the edge to deciding you’d done enough counting today was yet another glance over to Hoseok. His tall and lithe form has been almost hidden beneath his robes all this time, but an uncomfortable shift causes him to reveal more of his body.

You weren’t normally such a blatant person but you couldn’t help the way your eyes drag down his body, taking in every crease in his crisp white button-up. The key moment that told you to get out of the room now was when your eyes trailed even further below, taking in the leather of his belt.

And the obvious tent in his trousers.

Swallowing so hard that you choke, you quickly move towards the door. The rush of blood throbbing in your ears drowns out Hoseok’s call of surprise, your focus solely on getting out of the overwhelmingly hot room.

The room with the man you’d very recently had decided you were attracted to both romantically and sexually. Not a good combo when you were almost burning from within with lust for him, especially when you know he’s turned on right now.

Running a hand down your face as you rush through the corridors, you can’t stop the quiet groan that leaves your mouth as you do so. Your clothes feel too tight for your body, almost suffocating and the aching need for fingers or something more between your legs is becoming unbearable. 

“Y/N, wait!” Finally, Hoseok’s voice breaks through, causing you to falter as you almost pause. Even shouting, his voice is low and sends shivers through your body. A tiny whine escapes and you push forwards, almost jogging now in your effort to get back to your quarters.

Maybe a shower would get rid of this. A very cold shower, or a cold bath. You’d make a potion to counteract it but you’re nowhere near good enough to combat an advanced potion like that. 

As your door finally comes into view, and for a moment you marvel at how fast you’ve managed to move from the dungeons that house the potions classroom and the store you’d been working into your quarters.

Not quite fast enough though as Hoseok’s long legs finally let him catch up, his hand reaching out and gently grasping at your arm. He’s touching you through multiple layers of clothing and yet your skin is almost burning, the desire to have him against your bare skin stronger than ever.

You get the feeling that he’s experiencing the same as he suddenly retracts his hand, almost as if he’d burned it and lets out a hiss. The sound is sibilant and low, his breath escaping him quick and you feel a strong urge to hear it once more. 

Still, he doesn’t let his surprise or shock stop him. A look at his face shows you that his expression is a mix of concern and worry beneath the flushed cheeks of lust and glassy eyes of desire. 

“I’m sorry, did I do something? I didn’t mean to if I did. Please don’t run away from me!” He begs, one hand moving out towards you almost like it has a mind of its own. The way he looks at it, with a scowl like it’s doing something wrong, almost makes you laugh as you can understand his frustration.

You’ve had to stop yourself from reaching out to him at least twice now.

Instead, you give him a tense smile and try to ignore the fact that he’s standing a little awkwardly. It takes far more effort than you’d like to not look down because you know it’s because he has an erection that is probably uncomfortable. Something he likely doesn’t want to bring attention to.

“Don’t worry, it’s okay. I promise. I just...I just needed to get out of that room, you know.” You let your words trail off awkwardly, fidgeting with your hands and trying desperately not to look at his crotch. As usual, though, the temptation to look was made all the stronger by your knowledge that you couldn’t just ogle his groin openly.

“Ah...yeah, er, right. It was quite...quite warm.” He pauses in his sentence though, looking a little conflicted and you follow where his eyes are staring. Right down to your chest, which is currently covered by a soft, cream-coloured jumper that you’d happily pulled on this morning.

It feels more than a little stifling right now though.

As soon as he registers where he’s looking, he sputters and starts to resemble a tomato. An absurdly handsome, tall tomato. The longer you let your thoughts linger there then the more stupid they begin to become.

Still, his blatant want fuels your potion addled senses and you start to speak without thinking.

“Do you like me? Romantically and sexually, you know? I’m pretty sure you do. I’m sorry that I didn’t realise, I’m dumb apparently. I know you’ve been trying to subtly tell me for ages now but I finally did! And I liked our kiss and I really want to do it again. Actually, I wanna do more than kiss you-” Hoseok cuts you off by reaching out for your hand, his fingers slightly calloused but still so damn soft.

And hot against you.

“Yes. I like you, a lot. More than you probably realise. I just didn’t want to push you or make you feel awkward-” Now it’s your turn to interrupt him, twisting your fingers until you can thread them through Hoseok’s.

A slight tug has him following you with wide eyes, the door to your classroom being pushed open and closed as soon as he’s inside. Without another word, you push him up against the wood while grasping at his shirt to tug him closer.

Your lips connect with ease and this time, it’s nothing like the previous kiss. Where that was chaste, this had the flames of lust burning deep within and you moaned out as Hoseok licked into your mouth, stoking that heat within you even further. 

Pressing yourself to his body, you let one hand trail along his shirt and sigh as you finally get to confirm that he is exactly as lean and toned as you’d initially thought. Your touch causes him to shiver, breaking away from your lips to press open-mouthed kisses to your jawline almost desperately.

“Hoseok,” Whispering into his ear, you let your other hand run your fingers through his hair before tugging on some of the black strands. “Ah, please.”

You’re not sure what you’re asking him but you don’t care either. Anything he can give you, you’ll take. 

His fingertips scorch your skin as he lets them dance over your waist, slipping beneath your jumper with a hunger he can only show. As he does so, he captures your mouth once more and kisses you with such passion and strength that you’re momentarily left breathless.

Trying to kiss him back with equal fervour while your fingers move to unbutton his shirt, losing grip on them as you refuse to move away to look down. It causes him to laugh into it, the sound pleasant and light, before he gently pushes your hands away.

Pulling away from the kiss, he presses his forehead against your own and gives a breathy smile. Glassy eyes and dilated pupils greet you while his breath hits your skin with each puff as he tries to centre himself. And then he almost looks sad; his brow creasing and the corners of his lips turning down.

“We shouldn’t...not like this. I...I really want, oh fuck I want you so bad. But this wasn’t how I imagined...you deserve better. More romantic or some-” Reaching up, you gently place a finger on his lips to quiet him. He does so instantly and you’re pleased that he doesn’t look annoyed at your interruption.

“It’s not what I imagined either but I’m not turning it down. If anything, I’m glad that potion is helping to bolster my confidence because I doubt I’d have got the courage to do anything. So, please, don’t worry about me. I want you and I’m fully aware of myself. All that potion is doing is bolstering my feelings.” You hadn’t known if that was something he was worried about and you wanted to soothe any fears he might have.

It’d be understandable because part of you is also worried that he’s only doing this because the amortentia potion is fuelling an insatiable need within. The way his eyes widen at your words before his whole body relaxes let’s you know that has been a concern of his, causing you to smile, and reach up to cup his cheeks before pulling him into a quick kiss.

“Now, please carry on and don’t stress. We’ll talk properly after, okay?” Hoseok nods and you bite your lip, trying not to laugh at how eager he looks once more. 

He doesn’t kiss you again though, instead turning and tugging on your hand. Brows rising, you follow him before watching in astonishment as he sweeps your desk clear of any papers or stationery. Part of you wants to complain, but the thought instantly vanishes when he backs you up until you can feel the solid wood against the backs of your thighs.

“Hoseok! My desk? Seriously?” Giggling, you glance around your classroom and feel a little scandalised. The door to your quarters is only a few metres away but he has an almost playful look in his eyes when he grins back at you. You’d protest doing something like this in your classroom louder if it wasn’t for the fact that you were desperate for him.

He doesn’t respond to those comments though, instead reaching out and ghosting his fingers over your cheek. It makes you shiver as you feel that touch all over.

“Once more...you want this, right? You’d want this even without the potion influence?” You wonder how much amortentia addles the mind but you reason to yourself that you’ve thought about this with him for the last week. About him between your thighs, deep inside you and pleasing you.

“I want it. I’ll want it after, too.” Purposefully lowering your voice, you look at him from beneath your lashes before reaching out and hooking your fingers around his belt. Now he’s the one laughing, the sound low and husky as he lets you pull him forward.

As if you’re magnetically attracted, your lips meet his once more and you sigh into his mouth as he pressed himself against you. Whimpering, you slide your hands around his waist and try to pull him closer. A wiggle on the hard surface has Hoseok’s erection pressing onto your clit, causing you to moan out.

He mirrors the noise, the sound hoarse from his throat and you find yourself grinding against him as well as you can. It doesn’t quite work as you have nothing to brace your legs with but neither of you seems to mind. Thankfully though, Hoseok seems to understand and begins a slow roll of his hips that drives you wild.

But it’s not enough though and you shift away from him, dragging your hands down his front and enjoying the way he moans as your nails scrape through his shirt. Reaching his belt, you fumble to undo it and frown in frustration as you struggle with it.

“Let me,” Hoseok says, undoing the buckle with practised ease and slipping the leather through the meal. The sound of it sparks something inside you, causing you to writhe on the desk and beg him to hurry up. A quirk of his lips tells you that he’s amused at your insistence.

Before he does anything else though, he reaches forward and pushes your skirt along your thighs. The soft material only adds to the overstimulation of your already wired body, causing goosebumps to form all over. 

His fingertips on the freshly exposed skin feel even better though, the sensitive skin of your inner thighs sparking fireworks of pleasure and delight at his touch. Letting your head fall back, you just let yourself focus on the feelings and whine softly, pussy clenching around nothing. 

Under normal circumstances, you would want to explore all of Hoseok and have the favour returned in full. You’d want the full experience with plenty of foreplay; his mouth and fingers delving into places that only he’s allowed to see.

You’re too desperate though and you pull your skirt up, shifting until you’re laying back on the desk and trying to tug your underwear off. It’s hard to do on the desk though and you’re thankful when Hoseok takes over, his fingers hooking into the soft material and then you’re feeling cool air.

“Fuck.” He curses, eyes focused solely between your legs. You’re almost embarrassed to realise how wet you are, the underwear in his hands sporting a prominent damp batch that has a shiny spot you can see even from here. 

Being this close to him and now being half-naked, you want him more than ever and you try to grasp at his wrist, needing him to touch you down there. Anything you can get, you’ll take. Hoseok lets you take his hand, guiding his fingers until they’re pressing against the hardened nub of your clit.

The sound you let out is obscenely loud as you move his hand until he’s touching you in just the right way to send arrows of pleasure through your body. Letting go, you let him carry on and enjoy the heat of him on you, sighing in relief at finally getting what you wanted.

It’s not enough though and you try to shift your hips, lifting them in an attempt to line his fingers with your entrance. He can tell what you’re trying to do though and grins, the expression causing his cheeks to rise while his eyes sparkle down at you.

“Do you just want to do it? You’re already really wet.” He asks, raising a brow and you nod quickly. You don’t want to waste any more time and the thought of having his cock in you is more than you can bear. It doesn’t stop you from whining in displeasure as he takes his hand away to finish undoing his trousers.

To try and combat that, you let your fingers take over from where he was. You know your body better than anyone and almost instantly you’ve got a good rhythm going. The sight of him before you, cheeks flushed with his hair looking ruffled and his shirt creased, is unbelievably erotic.

Unzipping his trousers, he pushes them down his thighs alongside his underwear. You don’t even get to see what kind he wears but you find that you don’t care. Beneath the ends of his white button-up shirt, a prominent erection stands proudly towards you. The tip is swollen and red, unsurprising given how long he’s had it for now.

He’s not the longest, nor the thickest, but you don’t care. Hoseok’s cock is quite possibly the most perfect thing you’ve seen at that moment and all you want is for him to be inside you.

Before you can vocalise that though, he’s suddenly grabbing his wand before his trousers fall to the floor. Resting the tip on your belly, he mutters a quick spell and you realise that he’s got more control of himself than you do as he’d remembered to cast a contraceptive spell. A second spell on both you and him protects you from any diseases or infections, after which he practically throws his wand to the side.

You’d protest his lack of care about something so fragile but you can’t bring yourself to care when he moves forward, letting the tip of cock rest against your pussy. The weight, almost surprising given how it defies gravity, is delightful on your clit and he presses it down, moving in a slow roll that has you sighing.

More wetness coats your pussy, which in turn coats him and you grasp one of his hands. Linking your fingers together, you pull him a little closer and mewl as he slides against the sensitive bundle of nerves once more.

“Please, Hoseok. Please” You beg, causing him to smile with satisfaction. 

Placing his free hand on your left leg, he pushes it up a little and out to the side, stretching you open a little more for him. Shivering as the air cools the slick excitement between your legs, you go to protest. It’s cut off though by the feeling of him penetrating you, the blunt head of his cock slipping into you with minimal resistance thanks to how wet you’ve gotten.

Moaning loudly, your eyes close as he stretches you with each inch. It’s been a long time since you’ve slept with anyone and the ragged cry Hoseok pulls from you is directly caused by how good he feels inside you. It’s like you can feel every inch of him as he slides deeper within, the nerves in your walls firing sparks of pleasure continuously until he finally bottoms out.

For a moment, the two of you simply stay in position and bask in the beautiful feeling. You’re panting a little and trying to resist the urge to shift your hips to encourage him to move. One glance at Hoseok tells you to let him move at his own pace.

His face is pinched, brows knitted together and his jaw looking sharper than ever as he clenches his teeth. The fingers wrapped in yours squeeze tightly and after a few seconds, he lets out a guttural groan that sounds as if it was ripped from his gut.

“Shit...Merlin’s beard, you’re so...I don’t know if I’m going to last,” He admits, his cheeks burning redder than ever. “I’m sorry if I don’t. I’ve imagined...this is…” 

Grunting, he slowly pulls out before sliding back into you with one fluid motion of his hips. A broken cry escapes your mouth at the pleasure and you reach down to rub at your clit. You’re just as desperate as he is to orgasm, to feel him thick inside you as you convulse around him while waves of pleasure leave you boneless.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. Just...move. Please.” You reassure him, trying to smile before your eyes roll back into your head at the second thrust. Still, your words let him gain some confidence and he continues to move in slow and steady snaps of his hips, each drag of his cock better than the last.

Lifting onto your elbows, you risk a glance down to take in the sight of him thrusting into you. His cock is soaked with your wetness and you realise suddenly that it’s causing lewd sounds every time he moves. You’d be embarrassed at it but the sound is strangely erotic to you; the knowledge that he’s caused you to become this wet and experience this much pleasure intoxicating.

The two of you don’t speak for a minute or so after that, far too caught up in just enjoying yourselves and all the feelings that course through your bodies. You suppose the potion is a little to blame for the almost selfish nature of the sex, but there’s also more than enough longing and desire on his side mixing with eagerness and attraction on your own.

“Fuck, I think-I think I’m gonna cum.” Hoseok pants out, his whole chest moving as he gasps out from the strenuous effort of sex. His face has a sheen to it and the damper patches on his white shirt indicate how much he’s sweating from it. Probably also a little from just how warm you’d both ended up.

Moaning out in response, you tip your head back against the cool wood of your desk and let your hand do its work. The combination of his cock inside you and your fingers playing on your clit blend together perfectly and you writhe wildly.

“Ah...shit.” His entire body going rigid as he pushes into you as far as he can get. Watching him, you cry out at how beautiful and sexy he looks as he orgasms; his jaw tightly clenched to show off that beautiful line of bone while the tendons in his neck strain. The hand entwined with yours squeezes harder than ever and he seems to just inside you in tiny movements, almost like he’s extending his pleasure without wasting too much effort.

You can feel the subtle twitch of his cock deep within you and the knowledge that he’s orgasming inside you has your fingers swirling on your clit harder and faster than before. Tightening your inner muscles, you relish in the strangled moan Hoseok lets out and the increase of feeling.

Not long after he lets out a final sigh, deeper than anything else, and he strokes his free hand down your thigh. It’s almost an encouraging touch and even though he’s finished, he moves in you with a slow and lazy stroke. The slight wince he has tells you that he’s probably a little overstimulated but he doesn’t complain and you cry out as your whole body tenses up.

Back bowing and head pressing into the desk, you tighten your eyes closed as high pitched whines and breathes escape your throat. Hips rolling in a circular motion, you continue to stroke at the sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs until the sensation becomes too much. Pulling your hand away, you’re surprised when Hoseok grabs at it suddenly.

He slips out of you, his cock rapidly becoming flaccid nows that’s had his fill and you shift at the sensation of liquid that’s slightly thicker than your excitement beginning to leak from you. The knowledge that it’s come from him is surprisingly arousing and you try to push the thought away.

Something not helped by the fact that Hoseok takes the fingers that had been so busy with your clit and licks them clean, groaning out quietly as he finally gets to taste you. It’s probably not the way he imagined doing it, but Merlin, it’s certainly an attractive way.

“That was good,” He finally says, letting your hand drop and you miss the feel of his tongue already. “Better than I’ve ever imagined...and I imagined it a lot.”

He’s flushed from the intense exercise but the bashful look to his eyes tells you that some of that pink tinge is also from his shyness. You can’t help but grin at the fact he’s getting quiet after just fucking you so hard on your desk.

Sitting up slowly, you stretch and enjoy the satisfying feeling of multiple muscles in your body and the overall sense of contentment that washes through you. Reaching forward, you wrap your arms around his neck after he’s tugged his trousers and underwear back up before kissing him gently.

“How flattering, Professor Jung. I feel honoured.” There’s a hint of teasing in your voice but you keep it light enough to know that you’re not being mean to him. Instead, you’re pleased by his admission that he’s thought of you sexually. Perhaps you don’t want to know about what his teenage fantasies were but you’ll happily accept his adult fantasies.

It works to make him snort a laugh and shake his head, stroking his hands along your waist.

“And as amazing as the sex was...I’m feeling a little tired and sore from the desk. So let’s take this into my quarters, shall we?” Pushing him, you hop off the desk and let your skirt fall back into place. It’s creased now and there’s likely wet stains on the back alongside what will eventually become semen stains too.

Hoseok doesn’t follow you as you move towards the door leading to your bedroom, causing you to turn and give him an arched brow in question. Opening the door without looking at it, you smile brightly before winking.

“Well? Do you want me to be alone in my bed?” Turning away from him, you quickly pull off your shirt and throw it out of the door for him to see. It’s only seconds before you hear the sound of him following quickly, causing you to smile to yourself.

-

Yawning widely, you stretch out your arms and almost hit Hoseok in the face. Toes brushing against his leg as you do so, he lets out a laugh that’s more movement than sound. The rumble of his chest beneath your cheek is comforting and you sigh deeply in contentment. It had been only half an hour or so since you’d had sex and what was likely only three hours since you’d both fucked the first time.

You had to give Hoseok credit; he knew exactly what he was doing.

Just the thought of the frantic sex on your desk had you heating up in dual embarrassment and desire. Embarrassment because...well it was your desk! In your classroom. How were you ever going to look at the table without remembering what had happened on top of it?

The desire was a more obvious, and expected, emotion though. Experiencing that again would be very welcomed on your behalf and you suspected that Hoseok would be just as open to it.

Nuzzling your head into him, you took in a deep breath to get a concentrated dose of Hoseok mixed with sex. It was a heady scent and you squeeze your thighs, feeling the wetness that was still there. 

Despite the horny monster he’s released, you feel a sense of tired contentment between you both. Hoseok hasn’t said anything since you’d both collapsed onto the bed after a rigorous second round and you hadn’t wanted to interrupt it yet. It was nice to just enjoy the tired aftermath of sex without the pressure of talking anything out.

Even if you knew that you both had to.

As if he can tell what you’re thinking, Hoseok takes a deep breath that has your head rising.

“I didn’t intend for...well for this. I swear,” He says, his voice a little nervous and you can tell he’s uncertain about how you’re going to respond now the potion has run its course. “I’m sorry for knocking the potion over, it was stupid of me.”

Pushing up onto your elbow, you reach up and place a finger against his lips to stop him from saying anything else. He looks at you, his cheeks adorably full from this angle and his eyes dark while he waits for you to say whatever you’re thinking.

What you’re thinking is that his lips are so soft beneath your fingertip, plush and swollen from the frantic kisses. Before you can think of anything else, you shift forward until you’re kissing him once more, the movement slow enough for him to stop it if he didn’t want to.

He lets you though, one hand coming up to cup the back of your neck in support, and opening his mouth to deepen it. A quiet moan leaves your throat as you slant your mouth against his, tilting your head to find the perfect angle and shivering as he slips his tongue into your willing mouth. 

Any hint of a conversation disappears between you both, his free hand running down your naked back in a slow stroke that’s so sensual it has you quivering. But you know that he understands that you’re not annoyed at him; actually the exact opposite.

Pulling away, you lick at your lips and note the unfiltered lust in his eyes as he watches you do so, before smiling at him. Brushing some of his dark hair away from his face, admiring just how handsome he was.

“Don’t worry about it, honestly. I was fully aware of myself and wanted it. I already told you that and I meant it. The potion just helped me to get over my inhibitions. Trust me, I was already considering this after the Winter Solstice Ball. I just didn’t know how to get over the hurdle of being nervous about it.” Now it’s his turn to comfort you, his fingertips tracing across your face in a featherlight touch.

It’s almost painfully tender and the sparkling warmth in his eyes tells you that there’s something much deeper there for him. But you don’t push and he doesn’t spill. He’ll tell you when he’s comfortable with it, and you’ll be there to hear it.

Instead, he opens up with an entirely different kind of vulnerability. The confidence he’s shown so far disappears and you note fondly that it makes him look younger. Something he’d probably hate you saying.

You’ve finally figured out why he never likes conversation about the age difference between you both, at least.

“Really? Do you really mean that? I mean, about considering it?” Hoseok sounds awkward, his voice pitching higher than normal at one point and causing him to cough while his cheeks darken. The urge to coo is unbelievable.

“Yes, I mean it. I was a little taken aback when I first came here and I saw how much you’d changed since I’d last seen you. But you became one of my closest friends and the last few weeks has had me looking at you...in a slightly different light. You were...unreal at the ball and it made me realise a lot of things. And the kiss spurred that on, too. I talked with Jisoo and she helped me to see that...you’re not just her little brother. I’d been putting that label on you in an attempt to keep you at arm’s length, but I don’t want that now. I don’t need to, because I’ve accepted that I find you attractive and I would be open to more if you wanted it.” The words fall from your mouth in a rush, taking advantage of the confidence you had to get this out.

“I want it.” You don’t even get to say anything else because Hoseok interrupts you with those three simple words, the syllables fast as his enthusiasm takes over. Snorting quietly, you kiss his cheek affectionately and enjoy it when it pinkens once more.

“Someone’s eager.” Teasing him, you roll onto your back and let out a sigh as you stare up at the blank ceiling. There’s a slight chill in the air, common in such an old castle as Hogwarts, but you feel your nipples pebble from it. Shuddering, you go to tug the blanket over your naked body and Hoseok’s.

“I’ve been waiting for this for a while, so yeah. But we can talk about that more later if you want?” Looking over at him, you smile at the happiness on his face and note how he seems so much lighter than before. The knowledge that you’ve done this to him is a little overwhelming, causing you to let out a sudden breath.

And then you notice that he’s not only happy in the metaphorical sense but also in the physical sense, a prodding against your thigh causing you to peek under the blanket. Sure enough, his well-endowed erection was very prominent against you.

Raising an eyebrow, you look up at Hoseok with a mix of exasperation, amusement and admiration.

“Already? Three times in an evening?” Now Hoseok is the one smirking, the palm of his hand pressing flat against your stomach before slowly creeping down your body. The low lying flame of desire that had settled burns back to life now and you subtly wriggle in your bed, thighs opening as your body tries to get those long fingers where you want them.

“One of the benefits of a younger man,” Wiggling his brows, he grins when you chuckle before pushing at his chest. “If our age difference is ever mentioned again then I want this to be the thing you remember most.”

And with that, he flashes his teeth in a mischievous smile before disappearing under the blanket, ignoring your shriek of laughter at how his fingers tickle. That laughter soon dissolves into a moan when he reaches his destination though and as you grasp his hair tightly, glad that you finally took the plunge and realised what a wonderful man Jung Hoseok is.