#I think the AC broke because it feels really hot all of a sudden

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—LOVING YOU IS EASY

frat!jake seresin x f!reader

dagger squad college!au

summary: it's delta chi casino night and your doubts and insecurities find a way to ruin your perfect mood. good thing jake seresin is there to pull you from the depths of your mind.

wc: 2.9k

warning(s): 18+, fem!reader, no y/n (reader goes by nickname ace), descriptions of anxiety and a panic attack, self deprecating thoughts, a lil angsty but mostly fluff and feelings!!

part of the loving you universe || also find it on ao3 here

𝐅���𝐄𝐃𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊, 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃!

You can’t pinpoint the exact moment you fell in love with him. It could’ve been that day when he chased after you in the pouring rain to give you a piece of his heart. It could’ve been when he stole the last bottle of Mountain Dew from Bradley because he knew how much you liked them. You can’t pinpoint the exact moment you fell in love with him, but you knew that the ever growing feeling you had for the man was love. 

When he broke through the walls you built around your heart, it didn’t take much for you to fall utterly and completely in love with him. Any defenses against him were useless because he somehow managed to wiggle his way through the barbed wire anyway. 

No matter how much you tried to deny it, you were weak for Jake Seresin. 

Your eyes flit around the room, taking in the slightly tipsy college students that sat around makeshift poker tables. It was Casino Night and Delta Chi was hosting the event. Everyone in attendance was dressed to the nines. Boys in their nicest button ups and slacks, girls in their best evening dresses, and the rest in the most dapper outfits they had. Most of the people in the room were from other fraternities and sororities making the only people you really knew to be your boyfriend, his friends, and yours. 

God, you got butterflies just from thinking of the word. Boyfriend. Jake Seresin was your boyfriend. You weren’t getting used to that any time soon. 

You hung off to the side, opting to be just a spectator for the night. Your friends clamored and booed just to poke fun, but they knew these things weren’t really your scene. You catch Jake’s eye from the other side of the room. The way his gaze softens when it meets yours sends a rush of overwhelming emotion through you. Your stomach erupts in a flurry of butterflies and your heart beat picks up its pace in your ribcage. Every time he looked at you felt like the first time he said I love you. 

He gives you a lopsided smile that accentuates the dimple on his left cheek. You wiggle your fingers at him in a small wave to which he cockily winks back in response. You playfully roll your eyes before his attention is stolen from you by one of his fraternity brothers. 

Leaning against the wall, you sigh, once again admiring your boyfriend from afar. 

“He’s so hot.”

The sudden company of a girl you recognized from Sigma Nu startles you. You turn to see who she’s looking at and of course, she’s eyeing none other than Jake Seresin. 

You hum in response, taking another sip from your cup. 

“I mean, seriously. A guy like that… I’m surprised no one’s staked their claim on him yet. Then again, Jake Seresin could have anyone he wants.” She pauses then looks at you with eager eyes. “Do you think I should go talk to him?” 

The elated state you found yourself in a moment earlier came crashing down, bringing you back to reality. She was right, Jake Seresin could have anyone he wants. 

How you were able to catch the attention of a guy like him was beyond you. The two of you came from two different ends of the spectrum. You were a bookish, studious, chronically sarcastic know it all while he was fun, charismatic, and quite literally the life of every party. 

This girl who was absolutely stunning and looked like a supermodel was asking you if she should talk to your boyfriend. You should’ve said no. You should’ve stood your ground, “staked your claim” as she had said and told her that Jake was taken. That he was yours. Instead a weak, “I don’t know,” tumbled from your lips and so did your resolve. 

The Sigma Nu girl fluffed up her hair and pulled up her top to accentuate her breasts before standing taller and giving you a sultry grin. “Wish me luck.” 

Your blood turns to ice, leaving your feet frozen to the floor. There’s a small voice in the back of your mind screaming at you to follow after her. To pull her back by her perfect hair and tell her to back off. Maybe that was a bit extreme, but you couldn’t help the unfamiliar feeling of jealousy that rushed over you. You and Jake have only been officially together for a few months, but hasn’t she seen the glances the two of you exchanged all night? Hasn’t she seen Jake lovingly wrapped around you at Delta Chi’s parties? Couldn’t she tell that Jake only had eyes for you? 

You trusted him. You trusted him with all your heart. You knew Jake would never entertain the thought of another girl and yet watching the Sigma Nu saunter up to your boyfriend with a lustful gleam in her eye and ill intentions, you were struck with the thought that even if he did entertain the idea of being with other girls you wouldn’t blame him. 

Seeing how easily she wormed her way perfectly between Jake and Javy and the rest of the group as she ever so charmingly striked up a conversation between their fraternity brothers made your stomach feel queasy. Jake didn’t spare her a second glance, even as she reached out to caress his arm. He moved away from her grasp and stepped to the side to create some space between them. The action should have filled you with relief. Instead, you felt like you were going to be sick. 

She looked so perfect interacting with everyone. Not a single thing about her was awkward or out of place. She fit right in with the group and looked so right next to Jake. She was the type of person you’d imagine Jake dating. Someone who could keep up with his charm and wit. Someone who was just as social and outgoing as he is. Someone who was everything you weren’t. So no, you wouldn’t blame Jake for ever entertaining the idea of being with someone else. Had you been in his shoes, you’d probably want someone else too. 

Someone who wasn’t so bland. Someone who didn’t get overwhelmed by crowds and easily sick from the taste of alcohol. Someone who could stay up and party all night. Someone who wouldn’t hold them back. 

It was foolish of you to think you could make Jake happy. Sooner or later he was going to wake up and realize he could find someone good, someone better. 

The room suddenly felt like a sauna, the air hot and heavy making it hard to breathe. Your vision blurred with tears that threatened to spill from your eyes. Everything around you sounded like it was underwater. It felt like you were too. Your limbs were too heavy to move. You felt like your lungs were going to burst from not inhaling any air. You hadn’t even noticed that Natasha and Bob were standing in front of you and leading you towards the double doors until the chill of the night air put out the fire on your cheeks. 

You gasp the moment you step foot outside, breaching the surface feeling like you could breathe again. 

“Breathe Ace.” 

You follow the voice like a siren call. Tapping your fingers against your thigh, you count every breath, remembering to take note of your surroundings and bring yourself back to the present. 

A moment passes before your breath goes back to normal and your vision is no longer clouded. You can see Nat in front of you with her hands on your shoulders and her forehead is crinkled in that way it gets when she’s worried. 

You wrap your arms around yourself as if finally realizing you were standing outside in the middle of the night without your jacket.  

Natasha gives you a second to recollect yourself and your thoughts, leading you by the hand to sit on the concrete steps of the meeting hall. The concrete feels like ice against your skin, sending another jolt of chills through your body. 

You begin counting again when you feel yourself drifting off. You get to forty five before Nat breaks the silence. 

“It’s been awhile since your last one of those, huh?” 

You swallow harshly. 

Bob comes back out with a bottle of water in his hand that he gently offers to you. You give him a weak smile and take it from him, haphazardly unscrewing the cap. It falls to the ground but you don’t have it in you to care as you take a large gulp of water. Bob takes a seat beside you with Nat on your other side. 

Even after drinking three fourths of the bottle, somehow your throat still feels dry. Your mind goes back to the reason why you were out here in the first place and you almost hurl onto the sidewalk. Images of Jake and that chick from Sigma Nu fill your brain and you can’t help but feel sick all over again. 

Bob gets up at the sight of your flushed skin. “I should go get Jake,” he stutters. 

“No!” You shoot up to your feet immediately, startling Nat and Bob. Clearing your throat, you state again,“No, don’t get Jake. Please.” 

Natasha and Bob eye each other warily before ultimately deciding to respect your wish. 

Nat nods, rubbing soothing circles onto the skin of your arm. “Okay, we won’t get him.” 

A loud thud from behind makes your heart jump. 

You turn to see Jake clamoring through the doors in a state of dishevelment. When his eyes land on your form, he lets out a sigh of relief. His shoulders fall and he hurries down the steps to get to you. 

You know what he’s gonna ask before the words even leave his lips. Facing your back to him, you wrap your arms around yourself and say, “I’m fine, Jake. You don’t have to worry.” 

“I’m always worrying about you, sweetheart,” he admits, settling on the steps beside you where Bob had once been. 

Natasha nods her head towards the double doors, beckoning Bob to follow and give you two a moment of privacy. She knew from the moment she saw you clam up in the meeting hall that it had to do with Jake and Miss Sigma Nu. The way your stare locked onto the two and didn’t break until her and Bob practically dragged you away was enough of a clue. She just hoped Jake hadn’t done anything stupid, otherwise he’d have to deal with her. 

Silence between you and Jake was never uncommon, however it was also never this unsettling. Jake knew the second you disappeared from his view that something was wrong. You never left without telling Jake or anyone else first. After asking everyone if they’d seen where you went, he was thankful that Reuben caught Bob and Natasha ushering you outside. 

Without a second thought, Jake was on autopilot, dropping everything to get to you. Not even the Sigma Nu who whined about where he was going mattered to him. All he could think about is you. 

Jake was wracking his brain for any reason for you to rush out like that. Has he indirectly done something to upset you? Did he forget something important? Were you sick and needed to go home?

You sniffle and wipe at your nose with the back of your hand before facing your back towards him once more. He knew it was something much worse. He hated seeing you cry. After making you cry as many times as he did before you got together, he swore to always be there to wipe them away and kiss you better. But he couldn’t even do that now as you purposely hide yourself away from him. 

“That’s the thing. You shouldn’t have to worry about me all the time. You shouldn’t have to constantly keep an eye on me or be conscious of the time because I hate staying up late. You shouldn’t have to sacrifice your time out because I get too anxious in crowded rooms. You shouldn’t have…” Another sob climbs its way up your throat. “You shouldn’t have to deal with me.” 

Jake’s heart breaks at your confession and he’s desperate to understand where these thoughts are coming from. Just a moment earlier, you were smiling and laughing at his antics which is why your change in demeanor took him off guard. Despite wanting to beg you to tell him what was going on in that head of yours, he knew that you needed some time. He took your trembling hand in his, intertwining your fingers and softly stroking the skin of the back of your hand in the way he knew you loved. 

He bites his tongue and patiently waits for you to open back up to him. Tremors from the soft breeze continue to make your body shake so he pulls off his suit jacket and drapes it around your shoulders. 

You unconsciously snuggle into its warmth, breathing in the familiarity of Jake’s cologne before falling onto his shoulder and burying yourself into the crook of his neck. 

“You deserve to be with someone who isn’t dragging you down all the time,” you voice into the skin of his neck. 

Your words are muffled but he hears you all the same. “What? What’re you talking about?” 

You shake your head, sniffing once more. “It’s just… that Sigma Nu girl that approached you earlier? She was talking to me before that. Saying something about how you could have anyone you want and all that stuff. Then she went up to talk to you–” 

“And you didn’t stop her?” Jake asks with amusement and curiosity. 

“No, well, I tried but I couldn’t get the words out. You know?” 

Jake nods in agreement knowing exactly what you meant. “Then what happened?” He coaxes gently. 

“Then I saw her with you and Javy and everyone else. I think I understood what she meant then about you having anyone you want. She just looked so perfect with you all, like she belonged there and you looked so good together that I couldn’t help but think that maybe you deserved someone like that. Someone who isn’t a burden. Someone who fits into your world better.” 

He frowns, and holds you closer with his free arm. “You know I love you more than anything, right?” You remain silent so he repeats himself again. “Right?” 

You hum. 

“Then you should also know that you’re my world. You.” He pulls away for a moment to get a good look at your tear stained cheeks and wide eyes staring up at him. “I don’t care if she looked perfect or if she fit right in. I don’t care about any of that stuff. As for having anyone I want, I’ve already got the one I want right here. It’s you Ace. From the moment we met, it's always been you.” 

“But–” 

“You’re not dragging me down. Don’t you ever think that because you’re the one who’s keeping me afloat. I mean, seriously, I probably would’ve flunked out by now.” A dry laugh escapes him. 

You nudge him in the ribs. “Hey, what did we say about self talk?” 

He smiles down at you. “You see what I mean? You won’t even let me talk bad about myself so what makes you think I’ll let you get away with it?” 

“I’m sorry,” you squeak. You’re feeling better already, but you still aren’t completely convinced. 

“Don’t be sorry, just believe me will you?” Releasing his hold on your hand he tilts your chin upward so he can get a better look at you. “Loving you is not a burden. Loving you is…” He pauses for a moment, trying to find the perfect words to articulate how he feels about you. “Loving you is easy. I never thought I’d be one to fall in love but you made it so easy that I didn’t even realize I did until I almost ruined any chance I had with you.” 

“Jake…” Your eyes are welling with tears again. Not from sadness, but rather from the overwhelming feeling of gratefulness and love for the man in front of you. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” he gingerly cups your face in his hands, wiping at the tears on the apples of your cheeks. “Loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever had to do. I love you, Ace.” 

Pressing forward, your lips land on his and he could taste the salt from your tears as they continue to fall but he doesn’t care. You try to pull away, but he chases your lips and brings you back to him. 

You giggle at his eagerness but push him back softly by the chest. You had to say what you’ve been dying to say all night. You were afraid you were going to burst any second now if you didn’t. “Loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever had to do too, Jake. I love you.” 

The smile that graces his features is brighter than all the stars in the night sky as he rests his forehead against yours. 

“Easier than your statistics class?” He jokes. 

You press another kiss to his lips with a smile. “Even easier than that.” 

Learning to accept that you alone were enough and worthy of Jake’s love would take some time, but you knew with Jake by your side, he would make it all a little easier. 

a/n: a special ty to @natrace beta reading <3 ty for ur love and support

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Thoughts on WOTR Part 1/?

I had the joy of watching this in the cinemas with my friend and both of us deeply deeply enjoyed it.

TLDR: Good solid movie with compelling characters and story. Excellent homage to Tolkein. It's not pretending to be anything but an addition to the current Legendarium, an insight to a period of history which has very little actually written about (canonically at least).

Apologies for horrible grammar and spelling in advance. The following's just my thoughts on Helm, Hera, Wulf and Targg.

Spoilers for The War of the Rohirrim. It's a long one.

Helm Hammerhand

Really liked how they depicted his hot-headedness and his love for his children. I jsut adore parent and children bonds, and the weight of his love was so very clear. The whole thing was so very tragic, seeing two of your children killed and the third probably awaiting a worse fate? Tragic, absolutely tragic but so fun to watch. His temper is something that sort of parallels Wulf I think. There's a line there somewhere but I can't really voice it yet, maybe it just needs a little more time to stew.

It was a little unexpected for him to exile Wulf; it felt strange as while it was a rash decision, and while that fits his character, it didn't really make sense? From the brief sense of the culture of Rohan, it seemed family and strong relationships were extremely valued which made him purposefully exiling Wulf strange as a) it basically is an invitation to hate Helm with reason and b) he’s aged and, set up to be, wise in terms of battle and strategy which means surely, surely he would have realised the moment he said it that this would come to bite him back? This points a bit of a nitpick, but I can't help wonder if they went the way of self-exile for Wulf, what that would have changed in terms of storytelling. 

Another thing that sorta applies to other characters too is how they depicted the time passing. Originally when the narrator says ‘seasons past yet no sign of Wulf appeared’ thing, Helm looked exactly the same as he did in the beginning which was his hair. If they made him grey-haired, then it would be easier to show the time passing eg, give white streaks throughout hair; in addition to this, you could have had his entire hair white in Hornburg to emphasise the extent of his grief. Might even help play with the whole wraith arc. 

Speaking of which, the wraith-arc was excellent, I loved how they incorporated that view from ordinary people into it, it really sold the power and influence Helm had on his people and his enemies. The thing I really didn't like/felt negatively about but understood was how he immediately became this tough, muscled fit person especially so soon after being depicted as a gaunt, skeleton, shell of a man due to his grief. It doesn't make sense narratively too as it disrupts the whole thing about being trapped and supplies dwindling low in Hornburg. Unless he stole from Wulf’s army but still, the timeline is a little confusing and his sudden supernatural strength (despite being human) to go toe to toe with a troll broke the immersion a little. 

I'm just a sucker for those story-telling narrations okay? Those implications of this becoming a legend, a myth retold again and again, there's just something about a legacy well left behind that tickles my fancy.

Hera

Loved her whole character arc except, EXCEPT, her fucking hair. I don’t mind her clothes, though her rider outfit, the one that strongly reminds me of Black Widow/Natasha Romanoff, was a little too modern aesthetic. 

Starting off good/strong, I love the fact they didn’t change her thoughts on marriage. I was apprehensive for a long time throughout the movie because that’s usually how it goes, that there should be an arc, a start and an end which differs from that start belief but thank all that it didn’t go that through. She feels very ace-coded to me, the whole I'm married to nothing but death? Gorgeous. I might be a little biased here tho. 

I adore how they show her intelligence and strength. The way they subtly used her skill/knowledge with horses to set up Hama’s finale was gold. I would have loved to see more of her with her horse, and the bond they had, like short stories where she travels throughout the land before nad after the events of the movie. Just the whole movie had excellent writing and storytelling. The way they had side characters like Lief and Olwyn, build each other up is such a simple but effective way. It felt very grounded, that they had a lot of history and respect for each other. It didn't feel like any side characters were missing potential/felt out of place.

Her intelligence was not in your face, not arrogant and forced and random long tirades which I adored. As much as I loved BBC Sherlock, the way they depicted his intelligence was iffy and I’m glad they didn't go that route for Hera. I don't think I have any specific scenes in mind, just overall excellent storytelling with her. Minus that one scene where she was captured by General Targg and grunts, lass you had a sword in your belt and you’re beating your hands against the man’s back? I guess shock and adrenaline and all but it felt really weird and slightly out of character. (Unless I’m remembering wrong, I hope that’s the reason)

Now, I know this is done by a Japanese company and thus has strong ties to anime (and thus main character hair syndrome), but really? Really? I can’t get over her hair. Why would you make it red? Sure you can argue her mothers could be red-haired and that her brothers had a different mother, but what does that do but detract from the storytelling? Moments such as her brother's deaths could have been made more moving (not that it wasn't, I teared up during Hama’s scene so much, just the way the music is so mournful and muted compared to previous loud battle scenes and thundering hooves, the bond he has with his old mare, ah that scene was a masterpiece). It not only visually ties her to her family more strongly, but it signals visually the transfer of the line of kings to Frealaf. I just think it was such a missed opportunity. 

Actually, now that I thinking more, I really adore how she knows Wulf so well. Especially in that last battle, the way she purposefully pushes all his buttons, and fighting in a wedding dress? Any other movie I would be thinking distasteful thoughts but here? Beautiful shock but understandable. She’s been shown to fight before, she has access to armour (ill-fitting though they may be) but instead of acting sensible like Wulf probably expects, she trades defensive for psychological warfare and hell yeah, it rocks. The whole wedding dress was pointless and taunting and by Gods it was lovely.

A tiny nitpick but understandable why the producers did this; I like it when shows/movies show grime and tears on clothing to show the journey they went through but I understand animations long and time-consuming and really keeping track of all the rips and tears would be a such a pain.

Wulf

I love his design okay? He’s the typical bad/angsty lad and it's a stereotype that works for a reason. His character stays amazingly consistent, he’s so fixated on Hera and his vengeance and the lengths he goes for it, terrifying in the best way possible. While the inciting incident was his father's death, I think it came through quite strongly that that wasn’t the true reason why he continued on his attack. Someone else probably has already made a detailed explanation and breakdown so I‘ll leave this part be.

Other than that I don't have much strong feeling on him? Its a little strange, I appreciate him as a character but it doesn't really invoke in me anything strong. Good character set up with their childhood flashback where he gets the scar due to his loss of temper, good consistent decision made with reckless abandon.

General Targg

Okay, not gonna lie, this is my favourite character, besides Olwyn and Hera. Like dude’s doing his best and making so very sensible suggestions and he keeps getting ignored. He keeps getting ignored. He’s a strong, experienced veteran who served under Wulf’s father, probably knows Wulf since a young age and he’s doing his damn best to keep Wulf alive and satisfied (I would say happy but I think that’s not quite possible) despite the hilariously stupid decisions Wulf keeps making. I use the word hilarious because it is. Especially from Targg’s POV. This leads to the thing I’m most confused about; why did Targg stay? What is his motive here? In the end he’s killed by Wulf himself, despite him being a reasonable commander who had supported Wulf all this time. While it enforces Wulf’s character, it feels really strange to never see why Targg stays on the same side especially when Wulf makes a whole bunch of strategic blunders. It might be loyalty to father, loyalty to son thing but I dunno, I wish they had a scene or dialogue that just gives us a bit more info. Like, looking back the only reason Wulf is not as banged up as he should be with that personality and temper of his, is that Targg there’s to soothe things over and manage strategic decisions. I’m not saying Wulf’s stupid, he’s is smart and clever but you cannot convince me that Wulf would not antagonise (purposefully or accidentally) would be allies and Targg would have to play diplomat.

Honestly I think he and Olwyn would be those type who would meet in a bar/tavern and trade good stories with good (or shitty) drinks between them, and probably also complain about idiots who get themselves into trouble all the time. They're like the duo who could and absolutely would look at each other in a situation over their fighting charges, have their eyes meet and say get a load of this bullshit. Honestly, Targg didn’t get what he deserved, man really got betrayed while doing nothing but what he did for the entire movie, AKA making reasonable suggestions. 

Side notes, I really liked the depiction of horses in Rohan. Like the bond all Rohans had for horses. There were so many scenes where I was thinking, and getting annoyed, go on kill that horse and kill its rider, like the easiest way to kill a man, get their horse to kill them for you. But then I was like, but this is Rohan. Their crazy about horses (or at least what I know, the little I do of Rohan) so it absolutely would make sense for them to not treat their horses as meat shields. Their whole country/state is (probably) based on horses and travelling place to place so while it would make economic and practical sense to keep as many horses alive as possible, I think its just neat if it’s their culture that influences this decision.

[kyovtani]

𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 – 𝒊𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒛𝒖𝒎𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒋𝒊𝒎𝒆

࿏ pairing: iwaizumi hajime x chubby female reader ࿏ genre: fluff, smut, angst; best friends to lovers!AU ࿏ word count: 11.6k (at this point i have no explanation, im sorry) ࿏ warnings: swearing, mentions of body image issues, self doubts, anxiety, bullying, fat shaming; as well as violence and blood (iwa gets into a fight mwah); ddlg (daddy dom-little girl) dynamics, soft dom!iwa, body worship, praising, sugarcoated degradation, spitting, choking, fingering, face riding, unprotected sex

࿏ Summary: After four years of trying to get over your stupid crush on your best friend, said male finally comes back home and all of a sudden all of those plans are thrown overboard...

Even though you‘ve known about it for so long now, you still feel your heart skip a beat when Matsukawa mentions his return to Japan and no matter how hard you try to, you can‘t help the way the disgusting mixture of anxiety, nervousness and excitement starts filling your veins.

After all it‘s been literal years since you‘ve last seen him.

Iwaizumi Hajime, former Seijoh Ace, now freshly majored athletic trainer, your best friend of ten years and — love of your life.

However, of course he doesn‘t know about the latter and as pathetic as it may sound, you‘re quite proud of yourself for hiding your feelings for him so well that he hasn‘t suspected anything in all these years the two of you have been friends.

Of course it‘s painful and basically nothing but literal torture to watch the guy you‘ve lost your heart to years ago, move on with his life thinking he‘s nothing but a friend to you, but you know you‘d always choose this pain over the one of rejection and shame.

Because after all you‘re not his type or what he looks for in a partner and you're very much aware of it.

And no matter how many times you daydream about a life as his girlfriend, you won’t ever forget about the fact that Iwaizumi Hajime, basically a literal athlete, would never date someone who looked like you.

Growing up on the bigger side, physically wise, has always been difficult and something you're struggling with to this day. You had always hoped for those extra pounds to disappear once you hit puberty, just like it had happened to all of your friends but those hopes were quickly destroyed when you still found yourself hiding from full length mirrors to avoid having to look at your own body in your third year of High School.

By the time you turned eighteen, you had tried every kind of diet in hopes of losing weight but all of them just ended with you losing motivation and every bit of your happiness and even though you still struggle with it in your mid-twenties, you‘ve come to terms with it.

This is who you are and despite taking literal decades to realize it, you‘ve slowly but surely started accepting it.

However, when it comes to relationships, you‘ve given up completely.

After years and years of being rejected, hidden, fat shamed and disrespected by men who hated their own attraction to bigger women, you stopped wasting your time and energy on dating. If you wanted to hear someone shame you for being big, you could just go home to your family or back in your memory to remember all those mean things the skinny girls in your school had thrown at you.

Or you could just look in the mirror and let your brain do the job after eating literally anything.

Just thinking about a guy like Iwaizumi looking at you in that way has you chuckling coldly and every time you imagine confessing to him, it ends with a broken heart on your side because your brain loves to keep things realistic and never once have you considered the possibility of him liking you back.

It‘s not that Iwaizumi, or any of the Seijoh Volleyball boys, have treated you badly or even slightly differently in the three years you were their manager, but after having to deal with fat shaming your whole life, it has become quite difficult for you to believe that anyone found you attractive at all.

Especially people like the widely known Seijoh third years who also happen to – still – be your closest friends.

And unfortunately, as glad as you are that Iwaizumi remains rather oblivious to your year-long crush on him, the other boys, including the professional athlete to be, Oikawa Tōru who’s currently living his best life in Argentina are pretty much aware of your feelings for the trainer.

So, just as usual whenever the topic of Iwaizumi Hajime enters the conversation between the other two, you’re met with pitying stares from Takahiro and a lot of teasing coming from Issei. But at this point you’ve gotten quite used to it and don’t mind the brunette’s words, whereas you still find yourself growing absolutely annoyed at the way Makki stared at you.

“Stop staring at me like that, Hiro!”, you hiss and roll your eyes, the pity in his face so evident, if you didn’t know any better you’d think he’s mocking you.

“Just confess to him already!”, the strawberryblonde hisses, running one of his pale hands through his locks before he takes a big sip from his beer.

“Yeah, sure!”, you spit back, your words dripping in sarcasm and annoyance as you try to avoid your chest from growing even heavier at the thought of your best friend coming back after all those years.

“He broke up with that blondie months ago”, Matsukawa begins, his naturally sleepy gaze roaming your face attentively, “and he’s coming back to Japan. Now you really have no excuse left, Y/N”, and just as usual his words hit the right spot and all you can do is let out a shaky sigh before the intensity of your insecurities breaks down onto you like a huge wave.

“I‘m not his type, Mattsun”, you hiss, the bitter taste of reality coating the muscle of your tongue in the worst way possible, “and I‘ve had enough males reject and– or fat shame me. If I have to add Hajime to that list as well, it’s going to break me.”

You feel the two males’ soft gazes on you, whereas you can‘t help but focus on the napkin in between your fingers in hopes of distracting yourself from all those dark thoughts by nervously pulling at it.

“Iwa‘s not like that, Y/N”, Makki replies, brows furrowed in irritation; something you've grown quite used to seeing whenever the topic of your body image issues occured.

“Has he ever dated a big girl before, hm?”, you reply and look at him with arched brows and your lips pressed into a thin line. At the lack of response from the two men in front of you, you just lean back and nod.

“That‘s the point”, you take another deep, shaky breath; the tears threatening to spill from your glossy eyes at the thought of your pretty faced best friend and only men in your heart, “nobody likes women who look like me in that certain way, my loves. Every guy I‘ve been and slept with wanted to hide me or the relationship we had because they didn‘t want to be seen with a big girl.”

Suddenly you‘re hit with the memory of all those times you went home after any kind of intercourse with a male who had brought your hopes up with sugarcoated lies. Only to receive a harsh reality check when they asked you to not tell anyone about it, knowing it‘s simply because of the fact you aren‘t part of society‘s beauty standards.

“Y/N, we-”, “I‘m not talking about you two”, you‘re quick to interrupt Hanamaki, giving him a soft smile, “I know you don‘t care about it and sometimes I find myself wishing I would have fallen for one of you instead of the professional trainer”, you let out an empty, coldhearted chuckle before you finish your glass of wine in one go.

“I would fuck you without hesitation”, Mattsun shrugs, his plump lips stretching into a playful smirk and the tiny hint of seriousness in his gaze has you rolling your eyes with a soft scoff.

“Oh, shut the fuck up, Issei”, Makki hisses and gives his best friend the same reaction as you.

“What? I‘m being serious! You know this isn‘t the first time I‘m offering this to you, pretty one”, the brunette replies and this time you can‘t help but chuckle softly at his words, showing him your appreciation for his ability to make such heavy topics vanish from the surface so easily.

“Thank you, Issei but that guy I met on Tinder has been ghosting me for two weeks after we fucked and that‘s why I‘ve had enough dick for now”, and just when you let your gaze roam over the brunette‘s handsome face, you watch Hanamaki‘s face brighten up suddenly and furrow your brows in confusion.

“Hearing Y/N talk about dick is definitely not what I was expecting to come back to but it‘s surely a surprise!”

And upon hearing the familiar voice of your best friend, you understand the reason behind the change in Makki’s expression.

You watch the other two get up from their chairs, approaching the freshly majored trainer with the biggest smiles plastered on their faces whereas you try your best to stay as calm as possible.

However, the simple thought of Iwaizumi coming back had already stressed you out and having him stand behind you in all his glory made the tightness in your chest and the struggle to take proper breaths intensify just like that.

After what feels like an eternity you finally get yourself to stand up as well, turning around literally convinced you‘re ready to see him again after all these years only for it to be the exact opposite.

Your heart skips a whole beat at the sight of Iwaizumi and for a quick second you feel yourself getting dizzy from the lack of oxygen in your lungs.

“Hey”, he mumbles, his voice deep and raspy, something you‘re used to since the two of you have been talking regularly on the phone over the time yet hearing it in person again sends a jolt of hot arousal right into your core.

You nervously let your eyes roam his face; taking in the sight of his features, which have become even sharper during his absence. A soft sigh falls past your lips when you find the little scar right underneath his eyebrow which he had gotten back in middle school during one of his volleyball practices. The familiarity and feeling of security in the soft expression of his pretty, dark green eyes calms you down in an instant and by the time you feel your muscles ease up a bit, he‘s already approaching you with open arms.

Different than you’ve expected from yourself, you‘re quick to wrap your arms around his slim waist, taking him into your embrace with the intention of never letting him go again and at the feeling of his big hands on your body, you can‘t help but tear up a little.

You sniffle softly against the crook of his neck, Iwaizumi letting out a breathy chuckle at your sweet reaction as he caresses your back gently, subconsciously massaging your soft flesh to calm you down even more.

“Seems like someone missed me a lot more than she wanted to admit on the phone, hm?”, Iwa mumbles softly, placing the sweetest kiss on the top of your head as he holds you tight.

Matsukawa and Hanamaki let out a row of deep chuckles, partly laughing at your obvious reaction and partly because of their best friend‘s blatant oblivion.

“Shut up”, you reply with a sniff, taking in the light yet intense smell of his aftershave as well as the scent of detergent you had missed oh so much.

“Enough now, Y/N”, Mattsun huffs, “you can cuddle his stupid ass some other time, let‘s catch up with Mister America”, he adds and you know too well the tall brunette simply does it to stop you from falling even further into this dark hole you‘ve dug yourself; all those years ago.

Throughout the whole night, you stay rather quiet; listening to Iwaizumi‘s stories, more so to his voice but definitely his stories, too.

And every time he mentions some random girl he hooked up with or one of his ex girlfriends, you can literally feel the way he‘s avoiding your gaze; his eyes moving away from your face to focus on the guys as his voice turns a little less enthusiastic. You try your best not to read anything into it, knowing he‘s always been more hesitant towards you when it came to topics like this and in some way you find yourself appreciating it because it definitely helps to make the pain in your chest a little less heavy.

The atmosphere between the four of you remains calm; the familiarity something you‘ve always missed despite you and the other two boys spending just as much time together as you used to back in High School. Having Iwaizumi in your little circle again definitely has changed the air and it‘s in times like these you realize just how close you all actually are.

However, when Hanamaki and Matsukawa both stand up, cigarettes firmly placed between their plump lips, telling the two of you to give them a few minutes, you feel yourself slowly wandering into a state of anxiousness and slight panic.

It‘s not like you haven‘t talked to him alone during his stay in America, but the thought of having to look him in the eyes as you speak has always been something you‘ve struggled with.

Iwaizumi has this certain expression in his beautiful, dark green eyes, which makes it so much harder to not fall for him even more.

You don‘t know if it‘s the confidence and lack of insecurity or the mixture of softness and home which have the butterflies in your stomach go absolutely crazy.

Neither of you say anything for a good minute, your eyes glued to your phone screen which continuously lights up; Oikawa‘s name appearing several times.

You excuse yourself to give the professional athlete the responses he‘s waiting for, rolling your eyes at his way of telling you to shoot your shot at Iwa and “get that D”.

“Are you still talking to that one guy you told me about?”, Iwaizumi suddenly says, his eyes never once leaving yours and with a soft chuckle, you shake your head; enjoying the amount of protectiveness dripping from his words.

“We fucked and then he ghosted me”, you say casually, not realizing that it‘s not one of the other two boys you‘re talking to and with a soft gasp of embarrassment you try to mumble your way out of the situation.

“Iwa, I‘m-”, “Why the fuck would he even do that? Give me his fucking address so I can introduve his kneecaps to my baseball bat”, he‘s quick to interrupt you harshly, his tone filled with anger as his eyes gleam with wrath.

“It‘s okay”, you smile softly, placing your hand on his balled fists to calm him down again, “he told me not to tell anyone that we did it so his intentions have never been good. And on top of that – his dick game was so bad, I didn‘t even get to finish but had to take care of it myself, so it‘s definitely not worth the headache.”

You watch Iwaizumi‘s expression darken even further, his beautiful dark green eyes roaming your face with irritation oozing from his gaze and for a second you like to believe that there‘s even a hint of jealousy in between all those intense emotions but just as usual you find yourself shaking it off rather quickly.

“Why did he ask you not to tell anyone? What the fuck is even wrong with that guy?”, the brunette spits, downing the rest of his beer in one go.

You know why he‘s this angry and at this point you can’t even blame him anymore. Iwaizumi has never really understood why you put up with guys who treated you like absolute shit; continuously telling you how you deserved so much better and even though you wanted to agree, you simply couldn‘t. Because in your head, all those men who were ashamed of being with you yet still found their way to your door were exactly what was meant to be your life.

“Because being with a woman like me isn‘t anything he‘s proud of, Iwa”, you sigh, the words heavy and bitter on your tongue as you struggle to voice the hard reality.

“A woman like you?”, he replies and you see the genuine confusion on his handsome face, making his oblivion sweet almost.

“A big woman, Iwaizumi. Guys don‘t date big girls because we don‘t fit into society‘s beauty standards so being with us is something they‘re ashamed of because God forbid someone thinks they find us attractive“, you nervously play with the hem of your skirt, not having the courage to look into his face as those thing leave your lips, too embarrassed to meet his usually so welcoming and soft, but now wrath-filled gaze.

“That‘s bullshit”, Hajime is quick to spit back, hating the way you belittle yourself like that because of a random guy.

You smile, a soft scoff falling past your lips before you take a sip from the glass in front of you and even though you know you‘re going to regret those words, you still can‘t get yourself to stop from leaving you.

“Then why have you never dated a big girl, Haji?”, your voice is slightly shaky yet you remain the eye contact like a champion, never once averting your gaze from his handsome face even though the thrumming of your heart in your throat makes it so much more difficult to stay focused.

Iwaizumi seems taken aback; your words obviously hitting a place he wasn‘t expecting and that‘s when the feeling of guilt reaches its peak.

“I‘m not- It‘s not because I don‘t find them attractive I just- I uhm-”, the freshly majored professional trainer stumbles over his words like a two-year-old who just started learning how to speak and at the sight of a deep blush covering the apples of his cheeks as well as the tip of his nose and the whole of his neck, you let out a soft sigh.

“You don‘t have to explain yourself, Iwaizumi. I wasn‘t trying to accuse you of anything or offend you in any way, I promise. It’s just a topic I‘ve grown really tired of in the past few years”, you explain, making sure to choose your words carefully and when the tall male suddenly starts calming down again, you know you‘ve got him.

“Y/N, look-”, “Hey, Y/N the weak-dick-game guy is sitting at the bar with his ugly friends, just for your information”, Matsukawa‘s deep voice quickly cuts Iwaizumi off, his words sending shivers down your spine in the most disgusting way possible and with an almost painful roll of your eyes, you down the rest of your best friend‘s beer.

“Wait- What? Which one is it?”, Iwaizumi grunts, the calmness from a few seconds ago completely gone as you look at him with brows furrowed in slight irritation and annoyance.

“It doesn‘t matter, Iwa”, you say and wrap your fingers around his tattooed wrist, making him look into your eyes with another soft exhale, “he‘s not worth it. Just let it go.”

“Y/N, I said”, Iwaizumi is quick to place one of his big hands on your cheek, the dominance in his aura and the authority gleaming in his eyes has you gasping for air and just as usual you feel your panties growing wetter by the minute, “which one is it?”

His words don‘t leave room for protest; so strict and demanding, no matter how hard you try to think rationally, his naturally dominant persona has you submitting to him in a way no other guy has ever managed to.

“T-The one with the long, dark purple Hair”, you quickly reply, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth at the sight of Iwaizumi‘s anger and determination.

“Good girl”, he mumbles and pulls away, not even aware of the way his praise has your cunt throbbing like crazy and you absolutely hate him for it.

For a second you can‘t even get back to reality, the haze of arousal and longing for the tall male standing in front of you completely taking over your consciousness.

However, as soon as your brain registers Makki‘s panicked voice, you‘re quick to snap back and without missing another beat, you grab Iwaizumi‘s arm and look at him with pleading eyes.

“Please don‘t make a scene”, you whisper, knowing oh too well how much he loves to get himself in trouble because of his friends.

“He fucked then ghosted you all that while saying he doesn‘t want anyone to know he was with you because you're a big girl? That ugly fucker needs a fucking reality check because he can count himself hella fucking lucky to ever get a go with a woman as amazing and hot as you”, Iwaizumi hisses, his words filled with anger yet so, so sweet that without giving it another thought, you simply let go and try not to show him just how flustered he‘s gotten you.

“Are you guys about to kiss right now?”, Matsukawa suddenly says and with an almost audible roll of your eyes you lift your hand up, showing him your middle finger before you watch Iwaizumi‘s brows furrow even further with visible irritation.

“Then don‘t fight him”, you sigh, “please, Hajime, don‘t get yourself in trouble for a guy who‘s not worth it.”

“We‘ll see about it”, is all he says before he moves out of your tight grip, leaving you to stand at the table like that.

You feel your heart picking up its pace at the sight of the love of your life approaching your ex-hook up; several worst case scenarios popping up in your head within a few short seconds. And unfortunately every single one ends with Hajime throwing his fist into the guy‘s face because of his raging anger issues; something he‘s been trying to handle throughout his whole life.

“Makki, please do something”, you whimper and look at the strawberryblonde with glossy eyes; shivers running down your spine at the sudden sound of Hajime's deep voice cutting through the music of the bar.

“Not into you my fucking ass”, Takahiro hisses and follows Iwaizumi with quick steps, whereas Matsukawa remains next to you, watching the scene unfold with the fattest, shit eating grin on his face.

And while you‘re worried about Iwaizumi‘s well-being, said male can‘t even seem to think straight. The only thing he manages to focus on is the raging anger and hot wrath rushing through his veins at the thought of some random, small dicked guy treating you like dirt. With every step he takes, it seems to get worse and at some point the professional trainer is worried about his physical health because of the pace his heart is hammering against his rib cage with.

Iwaizumi has always struggled to understand why you put up with males who are literally unworthy of your presence yet every time he had asked, you simply shrugged and told him that this was how you were meant to be loved. Behind closed doors, hidden away from the world by people who literally worship the society‘s beauty standard.

And all of that when you‘ve had him right in front of you for all those years, ready to love and worship every bit of your body and soul.

Of course for you to let him love you he might have had to tell you about his feelings but as the years passed by, Iwaizumi slowly started to lose every bit of hope he had left. During his four year long absence you‘ve had your fair share of boyfriends and after the third one, the only choice he had left was to force himself to move on or else he would have lost his mind.

It‘s not like he never wanted to confess during High School but there was just something holding him back. The thought of losing you was heavy on his chest especially because Iwaizumi was very well aware you didn‘t feel the same. So for his own sake he chose not to tell you about his feelings for you; not even bearing the mental image of going through such rough times without you by his side.

He‘s already lost count of the amount of times he wanted to scream at you about how he would treat you just how you truly deserved to be treated and not like those douchebags who liked to use you for their own pleasure just to throw you away like a used tissue once they were done.

And after not being able to physically do anything for you because of the distance, he‘s finally got the chance to show you that no, those guys‘ behavior is not okay and yes, putting them back into their place is absolutely worth the headache.

“Hey”, the trainer hisses, coming to stand directly in front of the tall, purple haired guy, Rin Matsuoka,  who‘s quick to harden his expression upon seeing the brunette.

“What can I help you with, big guy?”, Rin mumbles, placing his bottle of beer on the counter with his brows raised in curiosity.

Iwaizumi doesn‘t even waste another minute as he harshly grabs the collar of Rin‘sblack leather jacket, pulling him closer to himself. His friends  rather quickly, yet Hanamaki and this time even Matsukawa are faster, coming to stand right next to each one of them with their arms firmly placed in front of their bodies to stop them from intervening.

“You‘re gonna listen to me and you‘re gonna listen good, did you fucking hear me?”, and just like a few minutes ago, Hajime‘s voice is cold and distant, not leaving room for discussion all while making sure to keep his tight grip.

The confusion and immense irritation is clearly visible on Rin‘s features; brows furrowed, jaw tensed and eyes gleaming with some kind of unnameable anger.

And the longer you watch the situation unfold, the heavier the anxiety in your system becomes and as you struggle to take proper breaths, you find yourself approaching your best friends; not wanting him to get his hands dirty on a guy like Matsuoka.

“What the-”, “Iwa please, he‘s not worth it..”, you say and wrap your fingers around his wrist, trying to find his gaze with desperate eyes only for him to gulp harshly and calmly tell you to take a step back.

“You?”, Rin spits, his dark eyes boring into your side as you try to ignore him; the amount of humiliation and shame washing over your body way too overwhelming to handle.

“Haji, let‘s just go, please”, you whisper, taking his face into your hands, his skin literally burning underneath your fingertips.

“No, Y/N, this stupid bastard has to understand that you can‘t just go and treat women like absolute dirt and get away with it”, Iwaizumi moves out of your soft touch, making Rin shift his attention back on you before the deep voice of one of his friends cuts through the tension.

“What the fuck is he talking about, Rin? Do you know her?”, the blonde says, his tone rather degrading when talking about you and at the way his eyes roam your body with a rather opposed expression show you exactly why that‘s the case.

“N-No, I don‘t!”, he‘s quick to defend himself, his eyes shifting to his friends with sheer panic filling the dark color and you feel your heart sink and the disgusting feeling of shame rushing through your veins.

“You‘re such a fucking piece of shit, Rin”, you hiss and swallow your tears; the taste bitter as the realization of being sometjing to be ashamed of hits you yet again.

“You definitely weren‘t acting like this when you fucked me”, you add and roll your eyes, taking a step back as the anger overcomes you and you basically give Iwaizumi a silent free pass to do whatever the hell he needs to, “or better said – when you tried to. It wasn‘t like I came with your weak dick game anyway so..”

“You fucked that fat bitch? Oh, yikes”, the other friend suddenly says, his words hitting you in the face like literal bricks and before you can even take your next breath or shift your eyes to the face the voice belongs to, the guy suddenly falls to the floor, holding his bloody nose.

You let out a shocked gasp, your eyes falling to Hanamaki who‘s busy shaking his hand, his knuckles already reddened and slightly bruised as he looks at you with a satisfied grin, “no one gets to call my best friend a bitch.”

“I was full on drunk and- do you really think I‘d fuck her sober?”, Rin tries to talk himself out of it and with a cold chuckle you throw your head back.

“How the fuck dare you talk to her like that”, is the last thing Iwaizumi spits before he throws his fist right into Rin‘s face with a deep grunt.

Another loud shriek escapes your lips and suddenly the anger and anxiety seem to leave your body and a huge wave of adrenaline hits you at the sight of your ex-hook up falling to the floor and Iwaizumi quickly moving with him.

For what feels like a whole hour but is probably nothing longer than a minute, you‘re literally frozen; your eyes the only moving part of your body as you watch your best friends break their knuckles on the jaws of literal strangers to them.

The following hour passes by in a blur. You can‘t really remember how or who separated them from those guys, or how you got yourself to call an uber and manage to get the four of you to your flat.

By the time the adrenaline stops making the blood rush in your ear, you‘re taking care of Matsukawa‘s wounds with shaky hands; the two others holding ice packs to their faces to ease the swelling of their bruises.

“Stop sighing so much”, Iwaizumi suddenly says, his dark eyes focusing the movements of your hands before he looks at you with a slightly softer expression, “we did what we had to do. And I‘m glad we did it. Those guys already looked so fucking punchable”, he explains and with a scolding scoff you press your lips to a thin line.

“You‘re back in Japan for how long? Two days? Yet already got yourself in trouble, a physical fight at that, Hajime. You‘re not your High School self anymore, start behaving that way, please”, you reply and hand Mattsun a plastic bag filled with ice cubes, softly caressing his bruised cheek before you stand up from your place on the floor.

“You got yourself one hell of a mouth while I was gone,  huh?”, he replies cockily, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue before he follows you into the bathroom.

You feel your body heating up at his words, the sexual tension laying underneath the surface slowly finding its way to you again and with a soft sigh, you ignore the brunette.

“How was I supposed to let him say all those things to you and not do anything, Y/N?”, Iwaizumi replies, a pouty word of gratitude leaving his lips when you take his big hand into yours and start cleaning up the blood on his bruised knuckles.

You try your best to stop your thoughts from wandering to sinful places yet images of those pretty, tattooed fingers wrapped around your throat and knuckle deep buried inside of your cunt have already filled your mind by the time you lower your gaze from his face.

“I‘m used to-”, “That does not make it okay, Y/N”, your best friend suddenly says, taking your chin in between his fingers to lift your head and look at you with those beautiful, dark green eyes.

“You deserve so, so much better and I‘m glad I can finally tell you this in person after all those years. Please stop letting douches like him take advantage of you”, he sighs, taking your hands into his and pulling you a little bit closer to himself.

“It‘s that or Matsukawa‘s cock and I‘d rather have a stranger emotionally pain me than my best friend, so-”, “What? What the fuck are you talking about?”, Iwaizumi interrupts you harshly, your words obviously irritating him.

“After my last boyfriend dumped me a year ago I‘ve only had casual flings because I got tired of using my hand to get off and Matsukawa offered to take care of it instead. But then again, it‘s just a lot less complicated with a stranger than it is with your best friend, that‘s why I‘m putting up with shit like this”, you explain to him and walk back into the living room where Mattsun and Makki are currently busy with your leftover take out from the previous night.

“So if it wasn‘t for that, you‘d let him fuck you?”, Iwaizumi‘s tone has turned cold again, the softness gone and replaced by something a little thicker and more intense than anger. And when you turn around to look at him, you see literal jealousy gleaming in the green color surrounding his iris, basically leaving you speechless.

“Why do you even care, Iwa?”, you reply, dramatically throwing your hands into the air as his tensed demeanor sends you in some kind of haze of irritation.

“Answer my fucking question, Y/N”, is all you get in response; the brunette closing the distance between the two of you with a few small steps and it‘s the lack of space between your faces that has you realizing just how unevenly he‘s breathing.

Your heart starts slamming against your rib cage with rather brutal pace, your head spinning from the sudden adrenaline shooting through your body and on top of all of it you feel your cunt clenching around nothing like crazy as Iwaizumi’s heavy scent fills your nose.

“Yes”, you say and feel your voice breaking, “yes, I would fuck Matsukawa because why not? Hm, Iwaizumi? There‘s nothing else stopping me from it other than-”, “You can‘t and won‘t fuck him”, he suddenly interrupts your outburst, his expression as dark as ever as he softly pushes you against wall.

“I think this is the moment where we‘re supposed to leave”, Makki mumbles, pulling Mattsun from the couch before they gather their things and leave the two of you to yourself.

As the silence surrounds the two of you, the tension grows even thicker, heavier, more present than before and with every breath you take you feel yourself growing more and more aroused.

“And why is that, hm? I can and will fuck whoever I want”, you spit back, trying so hard ot not let the arousal get to your head yet the disgusting urge to submit to Iwaizumi‘s naturally dominant personality slowly starts overwhelming you.

Hajime chuckles deeply, his eyes lazily roaming your face, pressing his strong body even further against yours as your head starts spinning more and more with every second passing by.

“Iwa…”, you whimper softly, throwing your head back and harshly digging gripping the soft fabric of his shirt; the close contact makes you a lot more nervous than before.

He slowly takes a deep breath before he bends down to let his nose graze your jawline, and eventually letting his mouth find its way to your ear.

“Because no one can fuck you like I can, pretty one”, Iwaizumi whispers, his voice a whole octave deeper than just a few seconds before and you hate the way every single one of his words sends a single, hot jolt of arousal right into your core.

“And”, you hear him inhale sharply, his hands finding their way to your hips, groping the soft flesh firmly in his palms before he takes a short break and then pulls away to look at you again, “no one can love you like I can.”

At the sound of those words, your eyes snap open within a second your heart skips a literal beat.

“W-What?”, you whisper, your throat completely dried up, your head desperately trying to process what he’s just said and just as your body is about to fall into some kind of haze, you feel yourself drowning in a wave of anxiety at the thought of having misheard him.

“I love you, Y/N”, Iwaizumi says just when those thoughts are about to take over you.

“Ha-Hajime…”, you mumble; your bottom lip starts to quiver as tears pricker at the corners of your eyes, the first few finding their way down your cheek in an instant.

A few seconds of silence pass in which you two just look at each other, Iwaizumi’s pupils blown out, cheeks tinted in the deepest shade of red and plump lips parted as he also tries to understand what just happened.

After all these years of imagining what it might be like to hear these kind of words from the love of your life, it’s finally become reality and the longer you look at him, the lighter the weight on your chest becomes.

“I’m sorry if I ruined our friendship with this but I just – couldn’t keep it to myself any longer. When I was in America I had promised myself to confess as soon as possible when I’m back so here I am. Those men don’t deserve you. Neither do I but I would have hated myself forever if I didn’t at least try. So”, he finishes his sudden explanation with another deep exhale before he takes a step back, his glossy eyes wandering from yours down to the floor, “thank you for everything and please take care.”

And fortunately your body acts a lot faster than your mind because while you still try to process his soft, sweet words – the words you’ve been dying to hear for so, so long – you find yourself tightening your grip on his shirt and pulling him back into you with a soft sob.

“I love you, too”, you whisper against his lips, pressing your forehead against his as your eyes flutter shut at the overwhelming warmth coming from his body.

“Fuck, baby”, Iwaizumi chuckles breathlessly, wrapping his arms around your body and burying his face in the crook of your neck, “I’m one lucky bastard, aren’t I?”

You smile brightly at his genuine and soft words, the feeling of coming home – a place you’ve longed for literal years – slowly breaks down onto you in the form of waves and for the first time in a really long time, you don’t mind being overwhelmed like that.

“So that means that you’re mine now?”, Iwaizumi whispers, pulling away and taking your face into his big hands, the smell of blood grazing your nose yet easily gets overshadowed by the way he’s looking at you as if you were holding the whole world in your hands.

You nod and move further into his touch, enjoying the feeling of being so safe and secure in one’s hands after not even feeling comfortable with anyone in years.

“T-Thank you for loving me, Iwa”, you gulp harshly, looking at him with teary eyes at the memory of all those who had managed to break your heart in the past years.

“No, baby”, he sighs, pressing the softest kiss right onto your lips, “thank you for letting me love you. When I say you’re literally everything I’ve ever dreamed of, I’m not even exaggerating because that’s what you are to me. A dream come true”, those are the last words Hajime mumbles before he pulls you into a proper kiss; not giving you the opportunity to reply.

The kiss starts off slow and calm. As if both of you were still trying to understand that this was actually happening because despite the hesitant movements, neither of you can hide the intense hunger lingering underneath every soft peck.

Iwaizumi, just as usual, lacks the patience to keep it going like that, not even trying to take it easier for even longer as he pulls your chin down and calmly pushes his tongue into your mouth, easily eliciting a soft moan from you. Your fingers find home in his brown curls, pulling at the thick strands and finally making him grunt right against your tongue; the deep sound sending vibrations and sweet little jolts of excitement through your whole body.

You slowly feel his hands wander; first starting off caressing your back, groping the soft flesh of your waist as well as the fingers of his right hand softly digging into your skin and for a second. You allow yourself to fall deeper and deeper into the perfect feeling of his touch until suddenly a mental image of his most recent ex-girlfriend pops up in your head and you stop functioning completely.

Iwaizumi lets his lips wander down your chin, placing a row of open mouthed kisses on your jaw before he moves to your neck and pulls the sensitive skin into his mouth without wasting another minute. The feeling of his hot tongue on your skin has your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you desperately try to distract yourself from your anxiety‘s attempt to ruin this for you.

You let out a soft whimper when Hajime wraps one of his big hands around one of your tits, harshly groping the flesh while rubbing his hard, clothed cock against your thick thigh.

His deep grunts and needy touches have you ruining your panties in no time to the point where the lacey fabric is literally sticking to your hot flesh in a rather uncomfortable way.

“Need you, baby”, Iwaizumi grunts, the movements of his hips rather sloppy and rushed yet so, so genuine and sweet, you can‘t help but smile softly.

“You got me, Haji”, you reply and take his handsome face into your hands, caressing his cheeks with your thumbs, “I‘m all yours.”

“Fuck, baby”, he moans and suddenly pulls away, his hands finding their way to the hem of your dress before he meets your eyes and wordlessly asks for your consent.

You give him a quick nod, pushing the voice of your anxiety all the way to the back of your head as Hajime slowly pushes the fabric up your thighs, revealing more and more skin before his eyes roll into the back of his eyes at the sight of your black lace panties.

He doesn‘t waste much time; quickly pulling the rest of it over your head and then taking a whole step back to let his greedy eyes roam your body with lust and nothing but adoration.

And when you realize your current, exposed state you take a deep breath to hold those insecurities back, however they‘re a lot faster than you are.

You nervously try to cover your naked body with your arms. Just the thought of him finding you and your body disgusting breaks your heart into pieces and with shivers of shame rushing down your spine, you lower your gaze.

“L-Look, I know it‘s not what you‘re used to and I- you don‘t have to touch me. I can just suck your cock or give you a handjob if you feel more comfortable that way”, you say, your voice a mere whisper and eventually breaking at the end when you give in to the tears.

“Baby…”, Iwaizumi sighs, pain evident in the tone of his voice. He calmly takes your wrists into his big hands before he pulls your arms away from your body, softly asking you to look at him and after what feels like an eternity, you manage to lift your head only to be met with nothing but warm, dark green eyes.

“You‘re fucking perfect”, he whispers and places a tiny little kiss on your lips, leaving you longing for more as he pulls away right afterwards, “there‘s literally nothing I would change about you.”

At the sound of those sweet words, you simply cannot hold back your tears any longer. You look at Iwaizumi with a quivering bottom lip as you let out a row of soft sobs; digging your nails into the skin of his wrists because you simply don‘t know what else to do.

For the first time in your life, your brain isn‘t protesting against a compliment and you know if it wasn‘t for him, there would be no way you‘d believe it.

“B-But your ex-girlfriends are the exact opposite and-”, “They don‘t matter, baby. You‘re you and it‘s all I could have asked for. I‘m in love with every part of your body and that has never been any different”, Iwaizumi interrupts you with his calm voice, placing his hands on your waist before one of them finds its way to your barely clothed ass.

“But-”, “No more buts”, the brunette says, a lot sterner and more determined, groping the flesh of your ass and then landing a firm spank on the soft flesh which has you whimpering into the crook of his neck.

Iwaizumi chuckles and pulls you into another deep kiss, sucking at your tongue, nibbling on your bottom lip all while his hands make sure to graze every bit of naked skin they can find. He pushes his leg in between your thighs, pressing it right against your cunt and without even wasting another second you find yourself grinding against the strong muscle. The fabric of his jeans rubs your throbbing clit in the best way possible, eliciting a row of needy whimpers from you.

You feel yourself soaking through the fabric of our lace panties and you know you‘re currently leaving a huge stain on Iwaizumi‘s pants but the pleasure clouding your mind makes it so easy to just ignore it.

“What a needy girl you are, baby”, Hajime mumbles, caressing the slightly dampened skin of cheeks with his thumb before he moves to graze your bottom lip and eventually pushes the digit into your open mouth.

Your lids fly open at the taste of his skin on your tongue, twirling the muscle around his thumb and then sucking on it softly, followed by some muffled moans of his name.

Iwaizumi watches you attentively for what feels like an eternity. His beautiful eyes wandering from the way you‘re rubbing your clunt against his clothed thigh to your perky nipples and then up to the way your lips look wrapped around his thumb like that and from the way his expression keeps growing darker and even hungrier, you know he‘s more than just enjoying your despair.

“I want to spit in your mouth”, he says, using the dominant tone you‘re oh so used to at this point and there‘s no way you‘d ever say no to him.

Something about being claimed in such a lewd way by the man you‘ve been dreaming of for years has you grinding your pussy into his thigh even harder; making sure to hit your clit with every rushed drag of your hips.

“Yes, p-please, Daddy”, you beg, not even overthinking any of your words as you part your lips and look at him with big, needy eyes.

When you notice the rather shocked and slightly overwhelmed expression on Iwaizumi‘s face, you gulp harshly, tilting your head to the side with your lips pushed into a concerned pout.

“What‘s wrong, Iwa?”, you whisper, way too scared of his response.

“You called me Daddy”, he replies and licks his plump lips, whereas you freeze completely at his comment.

“D-Did I? I‘m so sorry, Iwa”, the apology falls past your lips almost instantly at the realization because you know that not every guy is comfortable with such dynamic and even if Hajime definitely has a natural dominance to his personality, you should have waited a little longer before bringing this particular kink up.

“None of my boyfriends liked it and I don‘t like using it with completely strangers so I g-guess I just feel really safe with you and it slipped and I- oh, God, I‘m so sorry.”

You pull away from Iwaizumi with shaky hands, tears threatening to spill for the nth time within such a short period and you try your best to look everywhere but his eyes.

However, Iwaizumis seems to have other plans.

He takes your chin into his hand and pulls your face closer, nudges your nose with his own and then sucks your bottom lip into his mouth; making you whimper rather loudly.

“Say it again, baby”, he whispers, “tell Daddy how badly you want his spit.”

As his words echo inside of your brain, you let out a loud, high pitched whine, harshly trying to press your thigh further together ss the throbbing of your cunt becomes unbearable.

“Please, Daddy”, you reply, pushing his hand down to your neck and smiling softly when he wraps his pretty fingers around your throat, feeding right into every single fantasy you‘ve been imagining for so long, “spit in my mouth and on my cunt, I don‘t care. I just need it.”

“Good girl”, Iwa growls softly, “open up then, pretty one.”

You part your lips almost automatically at the sound of his demand, sticking your tongue out slightly and looking up at him with anticipation and such eagerness, if it wasn‘t for him, you would have never been as comfortable as this.

Iwaizumi smirks at you, keeping his grip on your throat firm but not too tight as he gathers his own saliva and spits into your mouth with a loud, lewd sound that sends shivers of pleasure straight down your spine and right into your core.

You can‘t stop your lips from stretching into a big smile when his taste coats the muscle of your tongue, swallowing it all in one go before you open your mouth yet again to show him it‘s all gone.

“Good fucking girl”, Iwaizumi praises you softly, caressing your cheek before he lets fo of your throat, “I got myself a perfect little doll, hm?”

“Thank you, Daddy”, you reply quickly, the intense urge to obey to his every word and submit to his every move absolutely overwhelming  at this point, but you would never want it any other way.

“Look at you, using your manners for me. You‘re welcome, princess. What about a little reward for being so good for me, baby? Wanna sit on my face so I can eat that pretty pussy of yours?”, Iwaizumi takes you hand into his, intertwining his fingers with yours before he guides you to the couch, letting himself fall into the soft cushion whereas you try your best not to panic at his words.

Of course the thought of having his mouth on your cunt is more than just tempting but you've never sat on a guy‘s face before; the fear of literally suffocating him with your weight making it impossible for you to even think about it.

“C-Can‘t you just eat me out like this, Daddy?”, you whisper, looking down to meet Iwa‘s hungry gaze and stopping him from pulling your panties any further down your thighs.

“I‘m too heavy”, the explanation follows right away, not wanting him to think it has anything to do with him or his wishes, “I don‘t want to hurt you.”

“Baby, I want you to sit on my face so I can eat your pretty pussy. That‘s it”, Iwaizumi says, his right hand finding the clasp of your bra and quickly getting rid of it before he takes both of your tits into his big hands; toying with your nipples and attentively watching the way your gasps grow louder with every pull on the perky buds, “you don‘t have to if you don‘t want to but don‘t you dare worry about me because this has been a dream of mine for literal years. Oh, how badly I want to be squished by those pretty, thick thighs of yours – you have no idea.”

“I want to! It’s just that I’ve never done this before. A-Are you sure? Please don‘t think you have to want this to make me feel better, I‘m okay with whatever you‘re comfortable with”, you whisper, not trusting your voice when you suddenly feel Iwaizumi‘s fingers tracing patterns on the inside of your thighs.

“Enough of this, pretty one”, his words are accompanied by a firm spank on your naked ass cheek; the pain of the sting leaving your pussy a spasming mess and with a soft moan you tighten your grip in his hair, “now sit on my face or I won’t fuck you.”

“N-No! Daddy, I‘m sorry, I promise I‘ll be good”, you whine quickly letting go of him so he can lay on his back only for Iwaizumi to get rid of his black shirt; revealing his strong, well trained body and all those dark lines adorning his tanned skin to your hungry eyes.

It takes you a few good seconds to gain enough confidence to actually spread your legs over his face, your whole body shaking with nervousness. But once Iwaizumi wraps his strong arms around your thighs and pulls your body even further down to his face, you slowly start easing up.

The feeling of his hot breath fanning against the wet flesh of your cunt sends goosebumps down your back. And the sight of his pretty face between your thick thighs, something you‘ve always been so insecure about, seems to slowly take a place as one of your favorite images to ever exist.

“Look me in the eyes, baby”, Iwaizumi mumbles and sucks at the skin of your inner thigh, his tongue on your skin making more and more juices gush out of your already drenched cunt as you allow yourself to meet his hungry gaze.

And just when your eyes meet, Iwaizumi sticks his tongue out and licks a long stripe over the hor flesh of your pussy before he gently pulls your little clit into his mouth and starts sucking on it.

You let out a loud groan; the sudden stimulation on your needy clit sending literal shock waves of pleasure through your body and without even realizing you slowly grind yourself further against his mouth.

Iwaizumi moans into your flesh, the deep bass of his voice sending vibrations right into your core, making your cunt clench even harder around nothing and if it wasn‘t for the intensity of his stare, you would have looked away already. Yet just as usual, there‘s something about the way he looks at you which has you feeling at literal ease – even in such a situation.

“Come on, baby”, Iwaizumi suddenly grunts, letting go of the sensitive bud with a loud sound before placing an open mouthed kiss on your clit and landing a harsh spank on your ash which has your body jolting in antica, “don’t be shy now. Ride my face like the good girl you are, make me proud…”, he adds softly, his words encouraging you easily and with a sound of affirmation, you start grinding your hips to meet the hot muscle of his tongue.

The following minutes are filled with loud slurping noises, high pitched moans and deep grunts as well as more words of affirmation and encouragement all while Iwaizumi continues to switch between thrusting his tongue into your tight hole and sucking on your clit before he eventually starts fingerfucking you with two of his thick digits.

You can't help but throw your head back at the immense amount of pleasure; your body and mind slowly reaching a point of complete haze as you lose yourself in the feeling of his touch.

And by the time you finally feel the taste of your high coating the tip of your tongue, your grip on Iwaizumi‘s hair tightens and a row of loud, choked out begs fall past your bit swollen lips.

“Look at your greedy little pussy clenching around my fingers like that”, Iwa chuckles deeply, picking up the pace of his thrusts as he keeps his mouth way too close to your throbbing little clit, “and those pretty begs. Gosh, baby, you‘re going to drive me insane.”

“S-So close, Daddy”, you choke out, your eyes flying open when you feel a third finger joining the two inside of your tight cunt, the pain of the stretch in combination with the pleasure of your upcoming high making your head spin.

“There we go, that‘s my baby”, he takes a deep breath and starts kneading the soft flesh of your ass in his palms, “want you to cum all over my fucking face. Show me what a good fucking girl you are.”

And those are the last words your brain manages to register before you feel the first wave of your orgasm hit you. Your sight turns pitch black and then white for a good second, your whole body tensing up at the feeling of coil in your core finally snapping.

Your thighs are shaking, your breath continuously hitching as you desperately try to regain your composure and if it wasn‘t for Iwaizumi‘s touch on your sensitive pussy, you‘d stay in the beautiful haze of your orgasm.

“You came so hard for me, baby”, Iwaizumi grins and pushes his fingers into his mouth before you finally find enough energy to get off of his face.

“W-Want more”, you whisper, your voice raspy and breathy as you tell him your request; low-key scared of being too greedy yet at the sight of Iwaizumi‘s eyes sparkling with excitement, you know he‘s not one to deny you anything. He‘s never been, after all.

“How about we move this to your bedroom, baby? I‘ve been dying to press your face into the mattress and ruin that little pussy of yours.” You feel a jolt of excitement blooming inside your chest at his words, nodding eagerly before you reach for his hand and guide him down the hall to your bedroom.

“Do you want me to suck you off?”, you say when the two of you come to stand in your room, your eyes focusing on the huge bulge in his pants, which manages to scare you slightly with its impressive size.

You always knew your best friend wasn‘t on the smaller side when it came to size yet you still can‘t hide just how surprised you are by its actual size. And suddenly the three fingers make a lot more sense to you.

“Let‘s save that for another time, pretty one. I‘ve been dreaming about pumping your cute little hole full of my cum for way too long. I can‘t wait any longer”, Iwaizumi replies and finally starts unbuckling his belt.

You take the few seconds he‘s busy to let your eyes admire the beauty of his perfectly sculpted body. You follow the dark lines of his chest tattoo, take in the sight of his stone hard abs and veiny arms as you press your thighs even more together to ease some of the pressure on your cunt.

“Are you done eyefucking me, pretty one?”, Iwaizumi suddenly chuckles, casually pushing his jeans as well as his boxer briefs down his meaty thighs and exposing his hard cock for your hungry eyes to devour.

He wraps his pretty fingers around his throbbing length, the tip an angry shade of red as precum continues to leak out; making your mouth water at the mere thought of having him in your mouth.

“Everything about you is so pretty”, you sigh and look into his eyes, the genuine appreciation in the green surrounding his iris making your heart grow warmer before he comes to stand in front of you in all of his glory.

“I love you so much”, Iwaizumi replies calmly, taking your face into his big hands before he places the softest kiss on your forehead.

“I love you, too”, you mumble and get up, pressing your lips against his and sighing into his mouth when he pushes his tongue past your lips without missing a beat.

Just when Iwaizumi starts letting his hands wander over your naked body, he halts his movements and pulls away slightly, “my pretty little baby, make sure to face the mirror so you can watch while I fuck your brains out. I want you to see just how perfect you are.”

“Yes, Daddy”, you whisper, your lips stretched into a big, big smile as you move out of his strong grip to position yours on your knees just as you were told.

Your heart suddenly starts racing again when you bury your face in your arms, making sure to push your ass as high as possible to give Iwaizumi easy access to your glistening cut. The excitement in combination with the pleasure and deep, deep longing finally manage to take over your brain; shoving the anxiety alongside all those insecurities to the very back of your head and making it easy for you to put your whole focus on the tll male behind you.

Iwaizumi’s rough hands caress your bare ass softly, kneading the flesh and lightly spanking it a few times before he lets a thick drop of his spit fall right onto your clenching pussy; sending goosebumps down your back at the feeling of it sliding down your flesh and mixing with your leaking juices.

You feel the tip of his thick cock nudging your entrance, the memory of his size making you tense up subconsciously and just when you’re about to hold your breath, Iwaizumi’s deep, calming voice echoes through the silence of your room.

“Take a deep breath, baby”, he whispers, knowing you’re going to follow his orders just like the good girl you love to be, “Daddy’s got you, okay? I’m gonna go easy, I promise.”

You lift your head to meet his comforting gaze through the mirror in front of you and without another beat passing, you feel yourself calming down again; the feeling of being absolutely safe and secure in his hand making it the easiest task.

And when Iwaizumi feels the tension in your body easing up, he lines himself up with your entrance and slowly pushes his thick tip into your tight hole. You whimper at the delicious stretch, the pain easily overshadowed by the sound of Iwaizumi’s heavy breathing and little moans.

“I’m gonna go all in, baby or else it’s going to hurt a lot more”, you appreciate his warning because as he’s saying it, Iwaizumi thrusts the whole of his impressive length into your spasming cunt; pushing every bit of air out of your lungs and pushing you way too close to your second high of the night. You can’t help but whimper loudly, tears already streaming down your cheeks because of the beautiful feeling of pain and pleasure mixing inside of your veins from the intensity of the stretch.

Iwaizumi, as always the gentleman, gives you all the time you need to adjust to his size; only growing slightly impatient as you still whine softly after two whole minutes yet you’re quick to lift your head again with quivering bottom lip and teary eyes, begging him to just fuck you.

“Please, Daddy”, you sob, moving away from him in a desperate attempt for some kind of friction; your cunt spasming around his thick cock like crazy and you know you’re only a few thrust and some clit stimulation away from your next high, “please, fuck me.”

“My greedy little whore”, Iwaizumi grunts, pulling his cock out of you astonishingly slow with the sole purpose of teasing you, “you’re going to take what Daddy gives you, did you hear me?”

You moan as the feeling of his tip dragging alongside your spongy walls, your eyes rolling into the back of your head only to find your way back to reality with a couple of harsh spanks on your already sore ass.

“Good sluts answer when being talked to, pretty one”, he warns, thrusting his cock back into you with one quick snap of his hips; burying himself balls deep inside of your overly sensitive cunt.

“Yes, Daddy, yes”, you cry and look up at him with glossy eyes, “just please, fuck my stupid little cunt, please.” Iwaizumi lets out a row of deep chuckles followed by raspy groans in response to your perfect answer before he nods at you and mumbles a few soft praises right into your ear and then straightens himself again.

“Alright then, pretty one.”

Loud grunts fill your ears so beautifully, echoing through the thick air of your bedroom and in combination with the sound of skin meeting skin in a constant rhythm, you feel the exact way your body is slowly falling into the beautiful bliss of another high.

Iwaizumi fucks you fast, harsh and rough. There’s nothing soft and romantic about the way his hips are meeting yours in a steady rhythm; making sure to hit that sweet spot deep inside of your pussy with every single one of his thrusts as he continues to use his whole strength on your burning ass.

But not once do you even think about telling him to go easier on you; this iwaizumi the one you’ve been imagining for all those years.

It doesn’t take long for him to wrap his strong arm around your chest to pull you up, his fingers also finding their way back home around your delicate throat.

“Look at you, baby”, he groans right into your ear, making you open your eyes and meet your own reflection in the mirror, “you’re so fucking beautiful, I can’t comprehend it.”

You stare at yourself with your lips parted in awe, eyes falling to the sight of Iwaizumi’s thick cock stretching your tiny cunt before you go back to trying to recognize yourself.

Because for the first time in literal years, you don’t hate what you see and even if it’s because of IWaizumi’s strong body right behind you, you still feel this certain type of warmth blossoming in your chest.

"Feels so good, baby", he groans, throwing his head back as the movements of his hips start to become slightly sloppier, a little more uncontrolled, "so tight and warm, so fucking perfect", Hajime’s voice breaks at the end of his soft praise because of your walls clenching around his cock even more the closer you get to the edge.

You start feeling dizzy, your sight turning into a blurr and at some point you can’t even in- or exhale without letting out a shaky moan.

Iwaizumi looks at you with wide, hungry eyes, the feeling of your walls gripping his cock like a goddamn vice sending him into an ecstatic state and the longer he watches you getting lost in the pleasure, the more he struggles to keep his rhythm.

You’re mumbling incoherent sentences, desperately trying to tell the brunette about how close you are whereas the pleasure makes it absolutely impossible for you to form a proper sentence.

“Are you going to cum for me again, baby?”, Iwaizumi grunts, tightening his grip on your throat, making you gasp for air as you nod in response to his question.

“My perfect little slut”, he sighs, his hand reaching down to rub your hard, throbbing clit with two of his rough digits, “fucking do it. Cum for your Daddy like the good whore you are.”

And just like a few minutes prior, those words are the last straw and eventually make you stumble over the edge head first. Your walls start spasming around Iwa’s cock like crazy, your loud moans and soft cries are the only thing he can focus on and without missing another minute, Iwaizumi also lets himself get consumed by the beautiful feeling of relief.

Iwa hips still, his cock buried deeply inside of your tight sex as he coats your walls with his creamy cum. Your new boyfriend gets lost in the feeling of finally getting to cum inside of you after waiting for so many years; feeding the fantasy of getting to claim you in the most intimate way possible. He buries his face in the sweaty crook of your neck, his rapid breath fanning your skin as the two of you try to calm down from your intense highs. Your hand finds its way into his dark hair, massaging his scalp with your eyes closed and your legs still shaking from the aftermath of your breathtaking orgasm. Without pulling out of you, despite his own release leaking out of you and down the sides of his cock, Iwaizumi makes you lay down with him; just tightly holding you in his arms.

A few minutes filled with nothing but soft breathing pass by before you finally find the strength to move again; the sudden need to look at Iwaizumi’s completely fucked out face overwhelming you in the best way possible. And when you turn around to look at him, you’re met with a breathtaking sight.

Messy strands of sweaty hair falling into his flushed face, swollen lips and glossy eyes sparkling at you in a way you’ve never seen before and in that moment you feel yourself falling in love with Iwaizumi all over again.

“I’m so in love with you”, you whisper and caress the soft skin of his cheeks, loving the way he moves even further into your touch.

“Always and forever only yours, pretty one”, Iwaizumi sighs and presses his forehead against yours.

࿏ A/N: And here it finally is! My first x chubby reader fic!! As a chubby someone who’s been reading fanficion for a long time, I’ve always craved some kind of representation and now I finally got to join this side of the community and I’m more than just happy about the way it turned out. I genuinely hope you guys will enjoy this and find comfort the same way I did while writing this. Please feel free to leave any sort of feedback if you enjoyed it and thank you so much for everything.

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ LOVE TALK: SEMI EITA.

characters: semi eita x f!reader

cw:  established relationship + car sex + unprotected + vaginal penetration + c*wgirl + f! oral receiving + cunnilingus + timeskip! semi

wc: 4k

crossposted on my ao3 🤍

Right after getting off work, you hurried home to get ready for tonight's event. Your boyfriend, Semi, will be performing his gig tonight, and you had promised him you'd be there even though you had work today.

It's been quite some time since you last met him. Semi's been busier with the preparation for his gig concert, so he couldn't spend much time with you. That's why he wanted you to come rooting for him tonight. He wanted his sweet girlfriend to be by his side before, during and after he performs tonight. Your support means a lot to him, hence his clinginess.

You opted to wear a black bodycon dress to the gig. The closet was filled with old clothes that rarely get your attention anymore these days. The black bodycon dress looks stunning in your eyes, and of course, it'll be a wonderful gift for your boyfriend.

You paired your dress with a pair of high heels. After checking yourself in the mirror one last time, you finally left your apartment. Getting in the cab, you texted your boyfriend that you're almost there. Semi responded with a lovely response.

"Can't wait to have you here by my side, baby. Love you."

The cab stopped in front of the exquisite pub. It's one of the exclusive pubs around Tokyo that you've always wanted to go to. Who would have known that you'd be here to cheer for your boyfriend at his gig concert? To be frankly speaking, you did not regret wearing the bodycon dress to this place. Because once you stepped your foot into the exclusive pub, the guests were all nicely dressed.

Wow, a soft gasp elicited from your mouth.

Your feet dragged you straight to the waiting room where Semi was probably waiting for you. The guards outside of the door let you in once you told them you're Semi's girlfriend. When you stepped into the waiting room, you were greeted by his band members. Your boyfriend was getting his hair done in front of the vanity mirror.

"Hey, baby," Semi's raspy voice greeted you when he spotted you through the mirror. He was so excited to meet you. Damn, you look so fucking hot in that tight dress. Erotic thoughts started to cloud his mind once his eyes landed on your figure. He tried to shrug it off, but it got stronger once you got too close to him. Shit. You're the most inevitable temptation to him.

You smiled at him through the mirror. His cologne attracted your attention. Semi definitely smells like strawberries and cigarettes. He likes fruity scents because it makes him look gentle and fond of the others, he said. You took a step closer to him and wrapped your arm around his shoulders, "You look so hot, baby." Right after complimenting him, you planted a soft kiss on his cheek.

Semi chuckled when he felt your soft lips landed on his cheek. "You look hot as usual too, baby. Hm, new dress perhaps?" he whispered before bursting into laughter once he locked eyes with you. His hand respectfully rested on your lower back as he turned his body on the chair to face you. His band members went out so they could give both of you some space.

Soft laughter escaped your mouth. You fixed your hair as you locked eyes with him, "Yes, this is new. I bought this just for tonight, you know. You should be proud of me, baby", you laughed. You caressed both sides of his face, "Good luck for tonight, baby. I'll be in the crowds rooting for you! The loudest person to cheer for you tonight will be me."

Both of you then burst into laughter. "Atta girl. I know you'll be my greatest supporter. I can't wait to spend more time with you, baby. Wait for me until the end, alright? I'll bring you to dinner after this ends," Semi made a promise with you. You nodded your head happily. Just then, the gig manager called them up on stage to start performing.

You blended with the crowds. Semi's yet to perform on the stage. You waited patiently with a proud smile plastered across your face. A few minutes after, his band made an appearance. You loudly cheered for him from the crowds. Semi spotted you in the crowds, and he winked at you before he started warming up. You were flustered by the sudden wink.

The sound of the music playing drowned you in your thoughts as you enjoyed the entire performance. Semi looked ethereal being on the stage. His presence captivated a lot of people's attention. Murmurs and whispers could be heard clearly in your ears. You were incredibly proud of him. Jealousy struck when you heard some of the girls whispering they'd like to meet with Semi backstage to get his number.

Anger took control of your body for a second before you tried to knock it off. You enjoyed the performance while Semi kept on glancing over you. He found you to be distracted from watching him. "Baby, eyes on me," he said into the mic. Your eyes widened the moment you heard that. The crowds were looking for the lucky girl that the main singer had his eyes on.

Semi smirked when he had your attention back. He continued singing after getting your attention back. He had a few songs to finish before the show comes to an end. Before it ended, Semi said his gratitude and closing line before the lights are out. He walked to backstage and packed his stuff before meeting with you. Earlier, he asked you to wait for him outside of the pub.

He slung his guitar over his shoulder before exiting the pub through the back door. Semi smiled alone when he thought of finally spending time with you after a whole week of not being close to you. The moment he pulled the door, he was met with a guy bothering you. You looked irritated when the guy kept on pestering you. Semi let out a sigh before he walked over to you.

"Sorry, she's mine. Can you back off?" Semi said with a stern voice. He pulled you away from the annoying dude. Your steps staggered due to wearing high heels on the harsh concrete surface. Semi grabbed you by the waist. "She clearly said no. What else are you waiting for? Now, scram."

The annoying dude huffed in annoyance. Clearly, he didn't stand a chance with you once he spotted Semi. He walked away with steams coming out of his head. You let out a relieved sigh, "Thank goodness. Thanks, baby. I didn't know what to do if you weren't here."

You smiled happily at Semi — your hands clutching on his black leather jacket before leaning in for a kiss on his soft lips. Semi's lips formed into a smile once he shared the kiss he had longed for from you. His hand gently pressed the back of your neck to deepen the kiss. "Mhm," he heard you hummed before breaking the kiss.

"We should get to my car, hm?" Semi smirked. His thumbs caressing both sides of your face before he led you to his car that was parked in the almost empty parking lot. The sky was getting darker, and both of you should probably leave in an instant.

Semi opened his car door for you. You flashed him a smile before he closed the door after ensuring you got on the passenger's seat safely. After ensuring you're safe, he kept his guitar in the trunk. He rushed to get on the driver's seat, and once he got on the seat, he ignited the engine. He let the engine warmed up first. "So, baby. How was today's performance? Did I do well?" he cheekily smiled at you.

You chuckled. Your heart got excited when he asked you how he was doing on stage. It felt so special to know your opinions matter to him. "You were amazing! Not gonna lie. The girls drooled over you. I'm kinda jealous," you smiled as you turned your body to face him. "When you winked at me, I almost collapsed on the floor," you joked.

Semi laughed when he heard what you said. "Did they really drool over me? That sounds like a lie, though" he poked your nose playfully. He then put on some songs to fill the comfortable silence. "Baby, I missed you. I didn't get to say much when you visited me in the waiting room," he pouted. He grabbed your hands before kissing your knuckles.

A delighted hum elicited from your mouth. "I missed you too, baby," you smiled before kissing him on the lips. Semi cradled your face to deepen the kiss. He kissed you adoringly. For a moment, you forgot the place and the time because he was all you were thinking about at the moment. You were overwhelmed by the kiss. This moment was incredibly perfect; there was no other way to put it into words.

Semi's arms wrapped around you, holding you closer. He broke the kiss, and your eyes landed on the string of saliva connecting your lips with Semi. "I don't think so it's a good idea to be here," you mumbled quietly. Your eyes staring into his brown eyes before both of you broke into soft giggles.

"There's no car around here, baby. Look. It's almost empty," Semi tried to convince you. "I know for a fact that both of us won't be able to bring this home," he added.

You laughed. "I love you, Eita," you said with your eyes shut before feeling his lips crashing on yours again. You got on top of him over the armrest that was separating your seat and his. Semi cradled you in his lap in the tight space. His hands landed on the curves of your ass perfectly. He removed the strands of your hair that was covering your face.

Both of you were breathless after breaking the kiss — the silence filled with heavy pants coming from both of you. "It's getting hotter in here even though the AC is on," you smiled cheekily. Your fingers tugging on his leather jacket, subtly signalling him to remove it.

Semi extended his arms for you to remove his jacket off of his lean figure. You took it off of him and tossed it in the backseat of his car. He then held you by your waists before cupping your chin to kiss you once again. You felt his feathery touch lingering around your exposed thighs. His fingers drew closer and closer to your core.

A soft moan escaped from your mouth. "Hm, I haven't even touched you properly, baby," you heard him let out a sinister chuckle.

You huffed as you smirked. "Oh, shut up," you said before shutting his pretty lips with yours.

Semi's index finger reaching for the thin straps of your dress. His slender finger twirling the thin straps playfully before he removed the straps off of your shoulders. You let him took them off you while hungrily kissing him. Both of you could feel the tension in the air.

He then removed your dress from your perfect body. His eyes eyeing your bare upper body. "Hm, no bra. Courageous move," he flashed a cocky smirk. You tried to cover your bare breasts with your arms, but Semi had a hold on your wrists. "No. You can't prevent me from seeing what's mine, baby."

You felt your arms on your sides immediately. "Don't touch what's mine," he gritted through his teeth. You grew impatient, so you pushed him on the leather seat—his back resting comfortably against the leather surface. Your hands tugging on the hem of his white t-shirt before you removed it from his body. Your eyes then landed on his fair abs, flexing underneath you.

Semi's eyes trailing your movements as your hands roamed free on his abs. A small whimper elicited from his mouth when your pretty mouth trailing kisses over his abs. You stopped leaving kisses on his lower body once your fingers reached for his jeans button. You unbuttoned his jean and rashly slid them over his long legs.

Your palm touched the forming tent on his black Calvin Klein. His lips quivered as his patience grew thinner. "Hm baby, don't test my patience," he growled softly.

A sinister smile flashed across your face. "Aw, baby. Be patient for me, will you?" The tension building up as time passed by. You finally undid his briefs and let them pooled around his legs. His cock was pretty; you admit that. The tip of his cock in the shade of pretty pale pink. You smirked at him when you kissed the tip of his cock. Your mouth wrapped around his tip before your lips twirling from the base of his cock.

Semi held a fistful of your hair when you had his cock in your mouth. Your tongue gladly licking the leak of his precum. His cock in your hand, gently pumping it up and down before you buried your face in between his legs once again. Semi's head laid comfortably on the headrest as he watched you did all the work.

His breath hitched when he slowly felt his orgasm building up. "Fuck," he let out a shaky breath — his hand still grabbing onto your hair. He admired your beauty while sucking his cock like a good girl. Your saliva began covering the entire size of his cock. A desperate moan escaped his mouth, silently begging you to make him come.

Semi could feel every twirl and lick of your tongue on his cock. His lips quivered as he felt his high almost washing all over him. "Baby, fuck...," he moaned.

You buried his cock down your throat deeper, making Semi bit on his lower lip to stifle his desperate moans. He watched your head bobbing up and down — sucking on his cock deeper and deeper. He let you used your hand to pump his cock. The grip he had on your hair became tighter when you watched his cock twitched. Thick spurts of cum landed on your face as you heard him letting out the most sinful moan.

His abs flexing hard after his high washing over him. "Ride my cock, baby," he gently tilted your chin using his index finger. He didn't have to tell you twice. You were already straddled on his lap. Semi pumped his cock a few times before sliding it in your cunt. The moment he slipped it in, a sharp gasp filled his car. Both of you exchanged looks as his cock stretched your pussy.

His hands in the curves of your waists as he guided you back and forth on his cock. Your pants then filled his car. Semi's eyes trailing your naked figure with so much love. He thinks he's fallen in love with you all over again. Your dreamy lips, the soft flesh of your skin, everything about you makes Semi thinks about how falling in love makes him so delightful. "Fuck, baby," he murmured under his breath.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as his length poking your g-spot as his cock gliding in and out of your drenched cunt. Semi gripped into your waists tighter as he felt so close to cumming inside you. His fingernails dug deeper into your skin. Your tits bounced as you bounced on his dick while chasing your high. His fingers gently pulling on your nipples before massaging your soft flesh using his slightly calloused hand.

"Baby, I'm so close," you let out a harsh moan with your head thrown back. Semi kept his hand around your throat and squeezed it lightly before his dominant hand travelled to your core. Using his thumb, he slowly rubbed circles on your sensitive clit. You were a moaning mess when he circled on your clit. Dripping on his legs, your juices all over his from coming.

Semi collected your juices with his long fingers. He asked you to open your mouth so you could share the same taste of his favourite. "Don't you taste good, gorgeous?" You laid your head on his chest while panting for air. He gently caressed your hair. Semi felt calm once he held you in his arms. He then heard you let out a soft hum.

"Let's bring you to mine," he chuckled.

Oh baby, once both of you got into his apartment, he certainly couldn't keep his hands to himself. Your back was pressed against the soft mattress beneath you. Semi hovered on top of you, and once again, he took the dress off of your beautiful body. His hands massaging your breasts while his tongue twirling with yours. Soft hums filled the slightly cold bedroom while both of you were busy trying to undress each other.

Semi's hand hiked your dress. His bare hands caressing the flesh of your inner thighs. The contact between his skin and yours made you whimpered desperately in his mouth. You could feel the smirk he was giving you when he heard you whined. Semi felt your grip tightening around his neck. He broke the kiss to take a look at your beautiful face before he ruined your makeup again. "Do good for me, baby."

You nodded because you were anticipating to be underneath him this whole time. Semi took off his white tee and tossed it on his bedroom floor. You watched him taking off his skinny jeans with a lust-filled gaze. Not long after, you felt his knees nudging your legs to be in between your legs. His hands roughly taking your dress off. Magnificent — was all he could think of when your naked body displayed in front of him.

He found you so tempting to be so submissive to him. Semi then peppered kisses from your neck to your lower body. Again, you let out a soft whimper when his breath fanned over your drenched pussy. Your underwear was long gone after riding his cock in his car at the parking lot. Maybe you left it in his car? You weren't exactly sure where you last saw it.

His two long fingers spreading your pussy lips before eliciting a soft chuckle. "Always so wet for me, hm?" he left a kiss on your pussy. Your whole body shuddered when he placed a tender kiss on your sensitive pussy that's waiting to be fucked. Semi had to hold your thighs so you would stop moving. "Someone's quite excited tonight. Hm. What should I do with this beautiful pussy of yours?" His fingers stroking your folds — your sticky juices on his fingers.

"Please... I need your cock in me, baby," you shamelessly begged your boyfriend. Semi snickered, "Aw, my baby girl is using her big girl words." His tongue stroking a long lick in between your folds that made your back arched lewdly. Your hand trying to push his head away, but he kept them down on your stomach.

"Patience, baby," his raspy laughter vibrated against your cunt. He licked a long stripe against your slick folds that made you wriggled under his touch. Your eyes shut while you felt your body was slowly set on fire. You tried to control your breath but, each breath got heavier every second passing by.

"Please..." you begged. Semi lifted his head to look up at you. He inched his face closer to leave a kiss on your soft lips. His thumb grazing softly against your lower lip, and you sucked on it while locking eyes with him.

Semi could feel his cock was painfully erected when you started nibbling on his thumb, sucking on it as if you had an oral fixation. He almost, keynote almost, came undone in his briefs. Now, he had his hand wrapped around your pretty neck, "Baby, you shouldn't have done that to me. Look at what you did to me now, hm? My cock is all hard for you."

You heaved out a deep breath — your chest rose up and down while anticipating his next move. Semi took off his briefs, and his hardened member sprang dangerously close to your core. You choked on your breath when Semi slid the tip of his cock on your entrance teasingly. You stifled your moan from exploding.

He let out a sinister laugh upon seeing your slightly fucked out face. Semi then slid the tip of his cock inside of your tight pussy. Both of you let out a loud gasp when it slid in. He groped one of your breasts before kneading them as he slowly thrust into you. Giving you the time to adjust to his size, you finally granted him to move.

Semi fucks hard. Clearly, that's not an understatement. He slammed his hips against you, and just one thrust was enough to make you cried. "Fuck, baby. I missed your pussy," he nibbled on his lower lip while rocking his hips into you. The tip of his cock brushing against your g-spot while setting his pace.

"So fuck me harder, baby," you panted out. Your tongue lolled out when you felt the tip of his cock hitting your cervix. "Ah, please," you pleaded softly.

Semi sighed. He rocked his hips harder while playing with your tits. Your perky nipples got even more sensitive when he latched his tongue on each of them. Alternately switching between using his tongue and his fingers on your tits, he kept his pace so he wouldn't disrupt your rhythm. He eyed you from on top, slightly smirking when you babbled out nonsense.

He cupped your cheeks harshly, "Aw, baby. Look at me. Aren't you beautiful looking like this?"

It's so fucking difficult to speak properly while he is rearranging your guts. You panted while trying to form a proper sentence. "F-feels too good, Eita," you then threw your head back against the soft mattress.

Semi's eyebrows furrowed when he felt your walls tightening around his aroused cock. He let out a soft grunt when each drag against your walls felt heavy, "Baby", he whimpered. His lips parted apart while eyeing your naked figure. His hips slammed into you once again, the bed creaking with every thrust. Semi's ash blonde hair stuck on his forehead that was beading with sweats. His glossy lips parted apart with his eyes shut, whimpering your name.

Your wrap around his neck tightening. The coil in your lower core slowly building up as his cock hitting your g-spot. "Fuck! Right there, baby," you cried out. Your breath became heavier as your climax approaching closer with every thrust.

Semi gripped on the headboard of his bed, his eyes locking with yours. Just then, his slender fingers intertwining with yours — clasping both of your hands just above your head. He stared into your tears-prickling eyes—the corner of your lips forming with your drools after babbling incoherently. He leaned his face closer to the crook of your neck, slamming his hips into you one more time.

"Come for me, baby. Fuck, I'm close," he moaned into your ear.

The coil building up in your lower core rising with every sway of his hips. You dug your nails into his back — crescent shapes forming on his fair skin a moment after. Your mind went blank as your orgasm almost crashing. The lump in your throat made it difficult for you to even let out a sentence from your mouth. It was all too euphoric at this moment.

Your gaze was filled with dark skies that are lit up with the stars. "I'm c-coming," your breath was harsh. Your tongue was almost numb from the tiredness due to all the moaning.

Semi let out another loud grunt as his grip on the headboard tightened before giving you the final thrust. You felt your juice leaking out of your cunt, dripping on your inner thighs, eventually coating your boyfriend's cum-covered cock. A sense of relief was felt after your orgasm washed all over your systems. You shut your eyes closed, feeling the hotness of your boyfriend's thick cum painting your insides.

"I love you," he murmured quietly. Semi then kissed your lips. It was a long and sweet kiss. You could feel a hint of love and a tiny bit of lust in the kiss he gave you. Slowly, you opened your eyes. His eyes met with yours, and he flashed you the sweetest smile you could ever ask for.

"I love you too, Eita," you hummed while wrapping your arms around his neck. You embraced the warmth that his body radiates. The feeling of longingness was still there even though he's back in your arms.

"Come here," he said softly. He then straddled you in his lap to face him. Semi removed the strands of hair that fell on your beautiful face. "You're so fucking pretty, do you know that?" he chuckled. Your soft laughter filled his ears — the laughter he missed while he was away from you. Even though he gave you a call every single night, it didn't feel the same as having you in his arms.

He held your body closer to him. You brought his head to the crook of your neck. Semi buried his face there quietly while his arms wrapping around your body tighter than ever. "Wait, dinner!" he suddenly remembered the promise he made with you while both of you were in his car. The promise he made before things escalated between both of you.

"We can just cook the ramen, baby," you planted another kiss on his lips. Semi felt beyond than grateful to have such an understanding girlfriend. "I'll bring you to dinner tomorrow, alright? I promise." You nodded with a cheeky smile plastered across your face. Heart feeling content to be with him back again.

[tomtenadia]

A Little Braver - 20

Even if I had a crazy day at work I did manage to do my Monday post as promise... but if you notice typos...I am sorry. I read it and edited but my brain  left with the boat tonight (I work for a ferry company, hence the joke)

This is the first of a few chapters where our bird boy is away and Hamel is causing problems to our gang.

Also, Aelin tries to cook... well... you can imagine how did that go.

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After the trip to the base Aelin had taken home a very sad Elide and then got back to her own place and cried herself to sleep while hugging Rowan’s pillow. It was very late in the afternoon and it was her day off and she had no intention of leaving her bed.

Her head was buried under the pillow when she heard her phone buzz so she scrambled to get it and her heart raced when she saw it was Rowan.

“Hi,” she said with a croaked vice.

“Are you okay?” Rowan was already in fussing mode.

“Yes I just woke up.” She heard a lot of background noise “where are you?”

“Vulture’s row.” He activated his camera and showed Aelin the view of a fully functional flight deck. “Uh, wait.” He pointed the camera stern of the ship and showed Aelin a jet landing.

“That was so cool.” He turned the camera to him and she saw him with his sunglasses and his hair messed up by the wind. Then he switched off the camera and they went back to normal.

“Are you there yet?”

“We are skirting around. We still have a few hours before we are fully in enemy territory.”

Then Aelin heard a siren of some sort and Rowan swore “I’ll call you as soon as I can again. I need to scramble. Love you.”

“Be safe.” She managed to add before he closed the phone call.

She collapsed again in bed then decided to call Lysandra and Elide and organise a day out the three of them shopping. Elide needed cheering up as well.

The next day Aelin, Elide and Lysandra had decided to have a girls’ afternoon to cheer up the two ladies who had their boys away. They met at the entrance of the shopping centre and Aelin went to hug Elide first of all “how are you doing?”

“Lorcan gave me a brief call yesterday telling me they were on the ship and on their way, then he had to go.”

Aelin sighed “today we don’t think about our far away boys.”

“And maybe you can buy some very sexy lingerie as a present for when Lorcan comes back.” Commented Lysandra and Elide blushed.

“What’s the point?” Asked Elide “you are taking it off anyway.”

Aelin laughed and took Elide’s hand “remember the dress I had at the navy party?”

Elide nodded “it was stunning.”

“I was not wearing anything underneath. It drove Rowan crazy.”

“I have done it a few times with Aedion and I agree with Aelin. The sex afterward has been amazing.”

“How do I learn all these things?”

“Stick with us and we will teach you.”

“Let’s go for some food,” said Aelin, “I haven’t eaten yet.”

“How will you survive now without your sexy chef in the house?” Asked Lysandra.

“Oh, I’ll just go back to my usual order in and ready meals.” Shrugged Aelin who had no intention of even trying to cook anything.

Lysandra took Aelin’s hand and walked toward a restaurant “come on Elide, let’s get this girl properly fed.”

The three women got into the restaurant and sat down and Aelin started perusing the menu eager for some decent food and not long after they placed their order. Lys was right, without Rowan she would be lost when it came to food. Rowan had properly spoiled her.

“How are the wedding preparations going?” Asked Aelin.

Lysandra and Aedion’s wedding was not far away and she was excited to see her best friend finally having her happy ending.

“We are getting there.”

“Do you have a dress yet?” Asked Elide all excited.

Lysandra took out her phone and showed them her dress.

“That is gorgeous. Aedion will not be able to keep his eyes off you during the ceremony.”

“That is the plan.” Lysandra smiled wickedly “but the biggest question is who is going to be next?”

“My money is on Aelin,” chimed Elide “Lor is not emotionally ready for such a step. You and the captain on the other hand…” her eyebrows flicked in amusement.

“She is right, and the two of you basically live together.”

“Yes and no.”

“What do you mean?” Lysandra was confused by the admission.

“We haven’t covered the subject yet. He still has his flat and some of his stuff there. Even after I recovered he never left and I never pushed because I like having him around.”

“Will you ask him to move in officially?”

Aelin sighed “maybe. When he comes back. I don’t know. Things are going well and I don’t want to mess it up.”

“Do you think he’ll say no?” Asked Lysandra. Brainstorming with her friend was always helpful and recently she hadn’t done it enough.

“I don’t think so. But living together is as far as we can go just now. For many, many reasons.”

“Is it because of Sam?”

“Only partially.” She was not going to tell her friends Rowan’s story. She had no right. So she remained vague hoping the two friends would get the hint and not ask anymore questions.

“Still, my money is on you two.” Added Lys “Elide is right, Lorcan does not seem to have yet the emotional ability to commit.”

“Hey, he kissed her in public. And yesterday at the base he seemed quite nice to her.”

“Quite?”

“I don’t know, I was concentrating on Rowan I just cast a brief glance at them.” Replied Aelin.

“He was super kind.” Added Elide taking biting on a breadstick.

Their food finally arrived and Aelin was the first to tuck in.

“Does the captain know about your crazy eating habits?” Asked Lysandra amused.

“Yes,” replied Aelin, enjoying her food “he calls me his bottomless pit. When we had our first date he joked that he might need a mortgage just to feed me.”

Elide laughed “Sam used to joke and say that he needed a second job just for feeding you.”

“I move a lot,” replied Aelin with a grin “I have a big appetite.”

“I think it must be a firefighter thing. Aedion is the same.” Lysandra grinned “and we burn a lot of calories.”

“Eeewwww, I did not need to know that. He is my cousin.”

“Oh come one, as if you and hot captain do not engage in illicit activities. The whole squad guessed that the other night you two had sex in the shower after the call at the club.”

“I was just giving him a special goodbye.” Her hand gently brushed the spot where she could feel his tags. She did a bit of research and she was happy she had a copy. Having the real one meant he was gone and she could not think about that.

“Are you okay?” Asked Lysandra worried at her sudden change of expression.

“Yeah.” She added flatly, then gave them a big smile. It was their day off she should not spoil it.

“So, are we taking Elide lingerie shopping?” Aelin teased trying to raise the spirits of her friend.

“Yes, it’s going to be fun.” Added Lysandra all excited.

“Girls… there is really no need. What I have is okay. Lorcan is not fussed.”

Aelin took a bite of her food “oh but we will make sure he is fussed and also that he knows how sexy you are so he does not decide to…. wander.”

“How do I keep him? I am nowhere near as interesting as the two of you. He might get bored of me very soon.”

Aelin stared at her friend and it broke her heart that her horrible past left her with no confidence at all. Elide was brilliant at her job and she was an intelligent woman and she was positive she would make quite a few heads turn.

“Don’t you say something like that ever again.” Lysandra preceded her. She was even more protective of Elide than her “I work with you everyday and I know how awesome you are and I am positive that if we go to a club you’d have your share of men looking at you.”

Aelin nodded.

They finished their meal and went back wandering around the shopping centre and visited a few shops. In one of them Aelin wandered in the male department and spotted a couple of lovely jumpers. One of them was a deep green and looked very cozy and she realised she had no idea of when it was Rowan’s birthday.

Silly question, you never told me your birthday. She sent the text and knew a reply might take a long time to come. She grabbed the jumper and tried to decide whether it was the right size for him.

“That is a lovely jumper.” Said Lysandra joining her at her side “already thinking about useful presents? You are like an old married couple.”

Aelin laughed.

“But I think this one is really nice and the man seems to look amazing in green.”

“I am just wondering about the size.”

Lysandra grabbed the tag “this one will fit Aedion so you should be fine.”

A moment later Elide rejoined them, her face beetroot red “I feel so silly.” And showed the girls her bag with her lingerie purchase.

“Hey, Ace and I are joking. You didn’t have to buy it if it makes uncomfortable.” But Elide surprised them “I will buy just one pair for now and I’ll see how it goes.”

Lysandra laughed “Aelin is already buying presents married couple style and you are still in the sexy lingerie stage. My girls have grow up so much.”

“And what stage are you and Aedion?” Asked Aelin with a grin.

“The one where I go to the grocery store and I phone him to ask him if he wants beef or chicken for dinner.”

The rest of the afternoon went swimmingly and she loved spending the day with Lys and Elide. They didn’t do that nearly enough.

Now she was back home and in the kitchen trying to accomplish her new mission. She had bought a cooking book for beginners and she had decided she was going to try and cook dinner. Lysandra had told her to start with something as simple as a stir fry. So she had bought a few more kitchen supplies and a pan Lys had told her was called a wok. She had mused why she could not use the pot she already had and Lys had rolled her eyes. Aelin had also bought the ingredients and now they were all lined up in front of her, the book open and a fire blanket and a small fire extinguisher on the counter just to be safe it was her cooking after all. She took a photo and sent it to Rowan then started working. When it got to cut the onions she cursed herself for deciding to cook.

Her phone rang and put it on speaker “hey,” her voice sounded strained and Rowan went in full fussing mode “are you okay?”

“Yeah, cutting those blasted onions.” She sniffled.

Over the line she heard Rowan roar with laughter “what are you making?” He asked as soon as he stopped laughing.

“A chicken stir fry. Lys said it’s easy to do.”

“Why are you putting onions in it?”

“Because I like them, mr I know how to cook.”

“I even bought a wok. Apparently I cannot use my pot.” She added as while throwing the ingredients in the pan.

“Seriously, when I get back we are going to have a massive overhaul of your kitchen.”

And Aelin’s heart raced in joy. It sounded like he had no intention of going back permanently to his flat. Maybe when he got back she should ask him the question after all.

“Aelin, it’s a miracle you have cutlery and two plates.” She could hear the humour in his voice.

“How are things going?”

“I just came off patrol. I am on my way to my quarters to get changed. I don’t have the most appealing scent just now.”

“Shower without me, so what? Two minutes max?”

“That’s about it. The water supply is not endless.”

He finally got to his quarters and collapsed on his bed after removing his boots then lay down and activated the camera.

“Hi sexy,” she did the same and placed the phone against the wall in front of her so he could see her as well.

“I don’t see any smoke. That’s a good start, considering it’s you.”

Aelin gave him the middle finger and then showed him her small fire extinguisher “I am prepared.” She took a bit of her food “for now it tastes edible, but not as good as yours.”

She saw him give her a smug smile and her instinct was to wipe it off his face with a kiss.

“The answer is July 16th, by the way.”

Aelin looked at him not understanding his statement.

“My birthday? You asked me earlier on.”

That she did “That’s two months away.”

“And when it’s yours?”

“May 3rd.”

“Aelin, that’s in two days.” He added sadly “and it sucks I can’t be there.”

“Lys has planned to drag me out with the girls of the firehouse. It’s also her bachelorette party. I have to go.”

“I almost forgot they were getting married. That came around quickly.”

Aelin laughed “not when you have been around them for years.” Aelin placed her food in a plate and moved to the sofa, taking her phone with her.

“When is the wedding?”

“This weekend. The weather is meant to be gorgeous which is a good thing since they are getting married outdoors.”

She heard him sigh “I really, really wish I could be there with you.”

She did not add that she had been thinking the same. So she just took a bite of her food.

“Edible?”

“Fuck no,”Aelin spit the morsel back in the plate “I must have done something wrong with the spices. It tastes horrible.” She grabbed her house phone.

“What are you doing?”

“Clearly ordering in. I am not eating this.”

Rowan rolled his eyes “you should practice more.”

“Why bother? I am clearly not cut for cooking. I am hopeless.”

“Do I need to tell you the amount of times my food sucked when I was still learning to cook decently? I got better with trial and error.”

Aelin huffed “fine I’ll try again on my next day off.” Then she put her house phone down after placing the order “I thought you were going for a shower?”

“Eager to get rid of me?”

“No, I just was hoping to have a peek at that nice arse of yours.”

Rowan laughed “If you behave.”

“Do you have the quarters all for yourself?”

Rowan nodded in the screen “the perks of rank. Gav is sharing with Vaughan. The twins are on their own.”

“Is that wise?”

“This carrier has a nice number of female officers. No one wants to go anywhere near that room.”

“Remember I am jealous, Whitethorn.”

“Some of them are middies on their snot cruise, so very young. The others… still not interested.”

“Who is a middie?”

“It’s short for midshipman or woman. They are the lowest ranking officers in the navy, just above the cadets. And a snot cruise is their first time out at sea on a proper mission.”

“Are your students middies as well?” She loved asking all those questions that might have sounded silly to him, but he never made her feel stupid for asking. He was always happy to answer.

“No, my students are called pilot officers. Then they become Flying officers, then flight lieutenants which is what the twins are, then Vaughan is our squadron leader, Gav is the Wing commander and then you have me.”

“Sounds so complicated.” She definitely needed to do more research to understand his job a bit better.

“It’s like you guys. Aedion looks after one rig as a lieutenant, you are the captain and are in charge of the operations of both at the same time and Dorian will be in charge of all the engines in case multiples houses are involved. Am I correct?”

Aelin nodded impressed.

“Same for us. Vaughan looks after our small squadron, Gav two or three squadrons, which is called a wing. I look after a unit composed of different wings and then Lorcan plays god in the CIC.”

“Now it makes more sense. So I could be your wing commander.”

“Having you fly with us would be insane. We would not concentrate on the enemy.”

Aelin laughed, then the buzzer of the door went off “just a sec, buzzard, food is here.” She went to get her food and plopped back on the sofa resuming her call with Rowan.

“Is your ship nice?”

“I served on her before. Not as swanky as the new one, but she is decent enough.” Rowan sat back up “hey, I really need to take that shower and then it’s chow time. If I miss it I don’t eat until tomorrow morning.”

“Go. Sorry for keeping you.”

“You did not such things. I have been looking forward to call you.”

“I love you.” She told him, sending back the tears that had started forming.

“I love you too, Fireheart.”

Aelin waved him goodbye and went back eating while tears had begun flowing down her cheeks. It had only been two days and she hoped it would get easier being so far apart.

***

The next morning she arrived at the station bright and early, got changed and went straight to Aedion “Are you ready?”

The man nodded “Peter is covering you until we get back from the police and I got Manon in charge of the second rig.”

“Good. Let’s go.”

They arrived at the police headquarters not long after and Chaol met them at the reception area “Hi guys,”

“Here’s my favourite cop.” Aelin went to hug Chaol.

“Just because I keep reporters away from you.”

She gave him a huge smile back.

“Come, detective Ytger is waiting for you.” They followed behind him in silence and stopped in front of a door and knocked.

A female voice told them to go in and once in the office Aelin recognised the same woman at one of the arson cases a few months back.

“Captain, Lieutenant, we meet again.” The three shook hands and the detective sat back down and invited both cousins to do the same.

The detective threw a thick file on the desk “you two have just made a very powerful enemy.”

“The man is a bastard.”

“Believe me, captain, when I tell you that Hamel has been a thorn in my side for a very long time.”

“And why is he still at large? Two people died and the man did not care.”

The woman pinched the bridge of her nose “he has very powerful lawyers and always gets away with murder. We have been working on him for a long time but whatever piece of proof we bring in is never enough to get him behind bars for good.” Aelin could sense the tiredness in her voice.

“Did you close his club as I asked?”

“We did, but he owns almost all the ones in Orynth. And so much more.”

“Can’t you arrest him for murder?” voiced Aedion.

“No, his lawyers showed us the papers of the latest inspections and the place was deemed to code. He blamed the company that did the inspections for lying to him.”

“Detective, I hope you are aware that is a bullshit.” Said Aedion, fury burning under his surface.

“I am well aware.” The woman added almost apologetically “the closure is temporary. It will not stick too long.”

Aelin almost swore “Have the other clubs been checked?”

“We did some undercover recon but we don’t have the full skillset to know what’s up to code.”

Aelin smiled wickedly “well, it’s a good thing that you have a firefighter whose birthday is very soon and was planning to go to a club.”

“You are not dragging Lys and the others in this.”

“Calm down. Hamel does not know them, they are safe. I will wear a disguise.”

“I don’t like the sound of this.” He protested again but he knew Aelin could be stubborn.

“I am coming too.”

“No,” said Aelin “One: Hamel remembers how you lifted him up and he will not forget such act. Two: it’s Lys bachelorette party as well. So, no.” she paused “you can take the guys to another one.”

“What happens if we find both clubs not up to specs?” Asked Aelin worried that it was going to be a lost cause.

“We can start by closing them and gather a bit more time to have more material against him. We have other leads. We just need something significant.”

They discussed with the detective which clubs to hit and they left.

Once in the car Aedion made his displeasure quite clear “I do not like this.”

“Neither do I, but the police has no idea what to look for.” Replied Aelin.

“We are not cops.”

“And they are not firefighters.”

After that they drove in silence all the way back to the station.

***

Two days had passed and Aelin’s birthday had arrived. She arrived at the station and laughed at the scene. One of the rigs was covered in balloons and a sign saying happy birthday, cap and the second rig was for Aedion and Lysandra and the front of the truck had a long white sheet over it that looked like a bridal veil and two massive papier mache rings attached to the front.

She laughed and joined Ansel and Manon who were doing some checks “did everyone see this?” She pointed at the engine and truck. The two women nodded.

“Then let’s clear it. I do not want to go on a call in that state.”

“Yes, captain.” Said the two women in unison. 

The locker room was empty and she sat down on the bench and looked at her phone again. She was hoping for a text from Rowan or a call but nothing yet. She kept telling herself that he was busy and probably out flying. She removed his dog tags and hung them in the locker and stood and stared at the pictures she had hung up. It was some of the photos they had taken in Doranelle. With her finger she brushed a photo of him. He was standing and looking up to the sky. His eyes closed and a small smile painted on his face and his hair all tousled after she had messed it up. It was one of her favourite photos of him. “Be safe, please.” And she blew him a kiss.

Aelin got dressed and then reached the team who was having breakfast in the communal room.

“She is here.” Shouted Nox happily.

Luca grabbed her arm and pulled to the table where a cake was waiting for her.

“Chocolate hazelnut cake. Your favourite.” He cut a slice and offered it to her.

Aelin grabbed it eagerly “mmmmm”

“Get a room you two,” shouted Ress.

A moment later Manon came through with a man carrying a large box “he says this is for you, captain.”

“Thanks, Manon.”

Aelin grabbed the box from the courier and sat down on the sofa. It came from a shop in Orynth. Strange. She opened the box and when she peeked inside she saw a massive stuffed toy. Once she lifted it she realised it was a bird and she had a feeling she knew who it was from.

“A bird? Why a bird?” Asked Lysandra.

Aelin smiled, grabbed the stuffed toy and walked to her bunk to be alone when she noticed the letter inside.

Once alone she sat down on her bed and placed the bird at her side and read the letter

Happy birthday, fireheart.

I wish I could be there for you but I can’t and it hurts more than I thought possible.

If you are reading this, you have met your new friend. I could not find a buzzard but a toy shop in Orynth had a white-tailed hawk and since I have silver hair I thought it was the closest option. Do we look similar? He will keep you company while I can’t be there with you.

I will try and call you tomorrow if I get a free moment, but the guys and I have pulled alert crew duty for the day so no phone for me.

Have fun with the girls and leave the other guys alone especially if they are navy and army.  Aelin chuckled at the joke

I miss you already.

I love you. Madly. 

To whatever end.

Yours, 

Buzzard.

By the time she had finished reading the letter she was in tears. She hugged the soft toy and for a moment she hoped to smell his scent of pine and snow. She went to her locker, grabbed the dog tags and put them around the bird’s neck “you look after them while I am on shift, but then I take them back.” After that she took a photo and sent it to Rowan “I think I will call him Rowan.”

**

It was later that night and Lysandra and Elide were at Aelin’s place to get ready for their fun night. Aelin though, was not in the mood. Rowan had eventually called her but the phone call was cut short when he had go and scramble. Soft toy Rowan was on her bed, his dog tags back on since she would not be wearing them with her dress.

Lysandra was going through her wardrobe looking for a dress for the night.

“So, the captain does have clothes that are not uniform,” said the woman going through his clothes but Aelin glared at her and Lys went back to Aelin’s side of the dresser.

“Did he phone you?”

“Yeah.” Said Aelin flatly while wearing her dress.

“Lorcan said they were having a couple of shitty days.”

Aelin ignored her friend or she would end up in tears and ruin her make up.

“Did he give you his dog tags?” Asked Lys noting them pending from the bird’s neck.

“No, he can’t. He made a copy. And I don’t want the original ones until he retires.”

“Why?” Asked Elide while she was busy fixing her hair.

“Because it means he is dead. They are used for identification.” Replied Lysandra flatly. She had learned that from Aedion.

“Can we please change subject?” Snapped Aelin.

Lysandra grabbed a green dress “what do you think?”

“It will go perfectly with your eyes.” Said Aelin wearing her blue dress.

“I thought you loved the captain.” Said Elide.

“Uh?”

“That dress?” Added Lys pointing at her attire “it makes you look as if you are open to being chased.”

“Too slutty?”

“Ansel will be proud of you.”

Aelin smiled “I do love the captain and I have no plans on taking anyone home. My only companion in bed tonight will be bird Rowan.” Then she wore a wig of red hair.

“Why the wig?”

Aelin and Aedion had decided not to tell anyone about their plan for the night, so she had to lie although it hurt lying to Lysandra “just for some fun.”

They arrived at the club half an hour later and Manon, Asterin and Ansel were already there and apparently already having fun.

“You made it” shouted the red-haired woman. “And who is the hot red-haired friend?”

“It’s me, Ansel.”

“Captain, you look hot.”

Aelin laughed “thank you.”

“We got some drinks already,” said Manon.

“Happy birthday, captain,” said Asterin raising her glass “and congratulation to Lys for bagging the meanest lieutenant in the TFD.”

Their glasses clinked and then Aelin spotted Chaol in the distance. What the heck was he doing at the club? She nodded at him and he gave her a small nod back. Everyone knew Chaol and if the girls spotted him it could raise some questions so she texted him with the pretence of being the overbearing girlfriend checking on her man.

The girls went out dancing and she stood behind saying she was not in the mood when she was actually trying to check out the place. She was about to join Chaol in his hideout when a guy stopped at her side and blocked her way “aren’t you a stunning creature?” He said and Aelin cringed. She really hated clubs and the pigs that came with them.

“Of course I am.”

She felt his arm sneak around her waist and his body move closer to hers and she closed her eyes at the fact that those arms were not Rowan’s.

“What if I buy you a few drink and have some fun you and I?”

“You couldn’t handle me.” She said to him in a whisper.

“I love a good challenge. My flat is not far from here.” And his hand slithered up on her back.

Aelin scoffed “I’d never have sex with you even if we were the last two humans left in the world.”

She made to walk away but he grabbed her arm. She almost punched him but in that instant she felt someone hugging her from behind “it’s me, follow my lead.” He whispered in her ear and she noticed it was Chaol.

“Thank you for finding my girlfriend. I went to the gents and I lost her.”

“Sorry darling,” said Aelin caressing Chaol’s face.

The stranger walked away annoyed.

“Thank you.”

“You were holding your own anyway.” He commented.

“I was about to punch him and cause a scene and mess up the mission.” She whispered then grabbed his hand and pulled him to a quiet booth at the back of the club

“What are you doing here?”

“Detective Ytger sent me here as back up. Hamel’s minions know all of the detectives but not us beat cops.”

“How do you want to proceed?” She asked him.

“You are the firefighter, I am just here to make sure you get out okay.”

“Ok, I need to walk around. Just keep an eye on me.” Chaol nodded and Aelin walked away.

She went back to the bar area and smiled when Elide walked toward her “Ace!! Come on it’s your birthday, you need to come and have fun.” She also had a job to do but felt bad at abandoning her friends. So she joined them again and Lys grabbed her for some dancing.

“How how many hearts did you break?”

“Just the one but he was a pig.”

“Did you tell him you have a super hot captain waiting for you?” 

Aelin shrugged and turned to Elide.

“How many drinks did Ansel give you?”

Elide lifted three fingers in front of her face “two.”

Aelin laughed “no more alcohol for you.”

“Buuut I am sad and I miss Lorcan.” Aelin hugged her friend knowing full well how she felt.

“Still, no more alcohol, you just can’t hold it.”

She walked Elide to Manon “can you keep an eye on her please? And just water please. Elide has reached her alcohol quota for the evening.”

“Of course.”

Aelin smiled at the white-haired woman. She was very introverted and of a very few words but she did not care about that since she was good at her job. She was the complete opposite of Ansel.

Speaking of the woman…”where did Ansel go?”

“Last time I have seen her she was dancing with a brunette.” Aelin dragged a hand on her face “I am going to the ladies. Just behave, okay?”

She used the excuse to slip away and walk around as she was supposed to do. She wanted to try and take some photo as proof but covert operations were not her forte.

“You are back,” whispered Chaol at her back.

“I’ll pretend to be drunk and lost.”

“Be careful, this is making me nervous.”

She nodded and walked away from him. Part of her was glad she had not mentioned this to Rowan, he would have gone in full protective mode.

She kept pretending she was drunk and dumb and ended up in the kitchen “sorry,” she slurred, leaning against the doorframe “are these the loos?”

“No miss,” said one of the staff “they are down there and on your right.” She gave the man a goofy smile and a wet kiss on the cheek “thank you, sweet man.” The hug had given her the time to have a very quick look in the kitchen and note there was no safety equipment. That was enough for her to shut down that club as well. How could they run a kitchen that way? She really had to take down the bastard. She hid in the shadows of the club and and checked the fire doors without activating them and found them of shoddy quality. She was fuming. She had a good look at the club and realised even the numbers of people allowed in was probably over the limit. Those doors were for 60 people, she could only see three on ground level, which meant a limit of 180 people. There were probably over three hundred, all crammed and spread on two levels. It was a firefighter nightmare. She ran back to Chaol “go home. I have seen enough. Tell the detective this place needs to be shut down as well.”

“I’ll phone her as soon as I am out. She was waiting for news anyway.”

“Go, and say hi to Yrene.”

Chaol left and she ran back to her friends nervous that she was placing them in danger. She wanted to go but the idea of leaving all those people behind made her nervous. She texted Aedion and rage surged back when he told her that their club was the same.

The girls took her dancing in the middle of the dance floor and danced away ignoring a couple of guys basically dancing on her. She hated clubs so much and the music was horrible. She bit down her annoyance and went to hug Lysandra “how does it feel to be almost married?”

“Weird.” She looked at Aelin “are you having fun?”

“You know I don’t like clubs but I came for you, it’s your night after all.”

“It’s your birthday too.”

Aelin shook her head “I get one every year, you better marry my cousin and stick to him.”

“And you stick to the captain. I want to come to your wedding.”

Aelin laughed “we’ll see…” then she turned and saw Elide leaning against the counter half asleep “what if we take the party to my place? I am sick of this place.”

“Please,” said Manon in a hopeful tone. She hated clubs as well “we can get alcohol on the way home. If I hear another man asking me why my hair is white I am going to start snapping necks.”

“Hey Manon, no need to snap necks,” then Aelin looked around for Ansel.

“I’ll get her,”said Asterin when she noticed the woman in the distance.

The woman came back with Ansel in tow and moved closer to Aelin “the fire exits are not enough and one is blocked.” She whispered.

“I know, I am going to call Peter and explain the situation to him.” She took her phone out “take the others to the cars. I’ll be there in a moment.”

Aelin watched Asterin walking the group to safety then hid in dark a corner and phoned Peter explaining that they had to pretend they had an anonymous call and come and pay a visit to the place and shut it down. The man agreed after she explained him the situation in terms of safety. She was playing dirty but could not care less. People’s lives were at stake. Hamel could just go and impale himself for all she cared.

Quickly she left the building and she went to her car joining Lys and Elide. The remaining women were in Manon’s car.

They stopped for booze on the way and finally got back home. Aelin took Elide piggyback style as the woman had fallen asleep. Once in the flat she placed Elide in the spare bedroom and covered her with a blanket then went back to the rest of the group camped in her living room. A text from Peter told her that the club had been safely evacuated and closed. Apparently he had found even more infractions that she had not the time to spot. 

“Ok, ladies back to the party.” Aelin grabbed a mixed selection of glasses and mugs for the beer.

Ansel stood and went to use the bathroom and came back a few minutes later “why do you have guy’s stuff on the bathroom shelf? Do you live with the silver fox?”

Aelin sighed “Rowan has been living here since I was discharged from the hospital.”

“That was a while ago.”

“I know.” Aelin sighed.

“Yes!” Shouted Ansel pulling Aelin toward her “our captain is shacking up. I am so proud of you.”

After a few drinks, Ansel would become very friendly with anyone. It was a good thing they had left the club.

In that instant she got a text from Aedion saying that he had activated the fire alarm in their club and evacuated the whole place after he had spotted a shit ton of infractions. Well, that was probably another club down. Definitely not what they had agreed with the detective but they had to do something.

“Ok, since this is a bachelorette party as well, we can have a bit of spiciness.” Said Asterin while drinking her beer “unusual place where you had sex. We need to give Lys some ideas.”

“Do we?” Joked Aelin “Lys would definitely teach us something.” Then everyone looked at Ansel “after her of course.”

“I once hooked up with civilian pilot and we did it in his cockpit before he got to fly the plane”

“Where you flying as well?” Asked Lysandra curious.

Ansel nodded “it’s a long story.”

“Aelin, you are up. I bet the captain is wild.” Lysandra’s eyebrows lifted suggestively.

“He is pretty amazing but the strangest places have been a beach, the sea, behind a waterfall, a pool at the foot of two different waterfalls and almost on a military ship.”

“Almost?” Asked Manon curious.

“I’ll show you the dress.”

Aelin went to get her black dress and got back a moment later “and he knew I had nothing underneath.”

The group of women cheered loudly “that must have driven him insane.” Joked Asterin.

“That’s why the almost. We would have been in a lot of trouble if we got caught.”

“I have nothing left to teach you.”Ansel was sprawled on a chair and lifted her beer in acknowledgment.

“Lys?”

The woman blushed savagely “in a car wash. Aedion and I stayed in the car while it was getting washed and… well.. it was quick but fun.”

“Definitely nothing to teach you,” Aelin clinked her bottle with her friend.

“Asterin?”

“My previous firehouse, with one of my colleagues on top of a rig on a night shift.”

Manon gave a light chuckle “was it when you were at the Regional 2?”

Asterin nodded “he was some hot firefighter. We are still friends. We did it once and then it felt so weird and never happened again.” She explained.

Aelin sighed “The night of the mayor’s party, Thomas and I hooked up. We ended up at my place. We did it, realised it was rebound sex and finished the night with tv and junk food.” Thinking about him still pained her.

“No friggin way. More than the kiss?” Asked Lysandra shocked.

Aelin nodded “after you saw us kissing I left, he found me, we went back to my place.”

Aelin looked around and noticed that no one wanted to make too many comments, his death was still too fresh for everyone and he had been Manon’s and Asterin’s captain.

“Does Rowan know?”

“I told him and he is fine. We were nothing at the time and I was mad at him.”

In that instant Elide joined the group and Aelin stood and went to her “hey, how are you feeling?”

“My head hurts.” Replied the woman leaning against Aelin.

“I should take her home. We are working tomorrow we should all go home.”

“Lys is right,” added Asterin “another 24hrs shift ahead, we need some sleep.”

Manon and Asterin offered to take Ansel home and Aelin remained with Lys and a sleepy Elide.

“I am sorry the evening sucked.”

“Hey,” Lysandra placed her hands on Aelin’s shoulders “it didn’t, and to be honest we were all quite tired. All it matters is to marry that annoying cousin of yours.”

“Take Elide home, she is about to go to sleep again.”

Once Aelin was alone she finally shed the dress and opened one of Rowan’s drawers and grabbed a t-shirt. They were usually far too big for her but she loved them as pyjama. She went to the bathroom, got ready and then finally got in bed with bird Rowan and squeezed close to his pillow to inhale his scent.

She grabbed her phone and found a text from Rowan

I hope you had a nice evening. I wish I had been there with you because it’s bad out here. I hope bird me is keeping you company. Have a nice night, Fireheart. Love you.

Aelin’s heart sank at the anguish in his voice. She tried to call him but had no answer.

I love you, come back to me, was all she managed.

She squeezed bird Rowan and tried very hard to fall asleep.

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10 times, 1 occasion - Inumaki Toge

7. Festivities

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A/N: hi hi! soo a few things: I would like to warn that this chapter shows a more feminine side of the reader so if anyone is uncomfy,, you've been warned. this chapter is just friendship and ships (there's nobara x maki and yuuji x megumi if you squint a bit) and it's 3.0k words (new record!!!!!) so buckle up and enjoy! also, next chapter is my favorite so far so go read it as soon as you're done with this.

Toge persisted you to rest for the past three days, as you were indicated. He sat by your bedside so you wouldn’t go anywhere, always keeping your injured ankle raised and your head comfortable, helping you to change bandages from time to time. Even then, you persisted to go as normal and continue with your duties.

“So hot…” Maki complained from your green couch, her glasses set aside as she covered her eyes from the sun with her forearm.

“I think you should stop hugging Kugisaki, then” Megumi suggested, the redhead laying on top of her, but he just received a death glare.

“Shake” Toge agreed with Maki, laying on top of Panda, who was snoring loudly. You, on the other hand, were on top of Yuuji’s shoulders, working on your damaged air conditioner.

“Gimme the flat screwdriver, ‘Gumi” You extended your hand, the other one holding one of the filters of the AC.

Your air conditioning system broke down once a year, and you knew it was because of the dirty filters. For some reason, everyone decided to hang out in your room, so extra help was usually given out to you. Maki and Nobara cleaned the filters, Panda and Toge first assisted you and then the help shifted to Megumi and Itadori. The last one was more than glad to have a pair of thighs wrapped around his neck, and his smile displayed so as Inumaki and Megumi both stared him down to oblivion. With the screwdriver now in your hand, you pressed each filter well to its original place. You closed the lid and Yuuji plopped you down on your bed, making you laugh.

You reached in to click on the air conditioner, it turned on normally and after a few minutes, it wasn’t leaking water anymore. “It’s fixed” You heard a collective sigh you let out yourself, feeling the cold air fill the room.

Itadori laid down on the floor by your mini-fridge and Megumi sat at the edge of your bed, next to your feet. You were all so overwhelmed by the heat, no one really wanted to speak, just take in the fake rise in temperature to calm down their sweating and corporal heat.

Just as you were falling into pure, calm bliss, you heard bass thumping from down the hall. You opened your eyes and raised your head towards the door, at the same time everyone else did, confused. Queue in Gojo with a boombox from the 90s, playing ‘Congratulations’ by Post Malone. There was now a collective groan in annoyance as he walked in and faced the bunch of sweaty teens.

“Good afternoon my amazing students!” There was another collective groan in response. No one didn’t even bother raising their heads once more to look at him, and Megumi just turned his face away slightly. Everyone was grumpy or simply not in the mood “I am here to give out great news! Everyone who has tried for first-grade sorcerer has been officially promoted! Congratulations!”

Suddenly, the aura of the room shifted. Everyone was upright, in a mix of shock and happiness. Nobara started screaming out in happiness with Maki, while you, Megumi, Gojo, and Itadori started jumping on your bed in a circle, holding hands. Inumaki was hugging Panda.

“Let’s throw a party! A fancy one!” Itadori suggested, and everyone cheered. Gojo seemed very fond of the idea, as he laughed.

“Dress code is suit and tie, I’ll see you all in the common dining room at 8! Now if you excuse me, I have a party to plan!” Gojo jumped out of the bed, picked up his speaker, and sprinted out of the room. You came down from your bed and threw yourself into Toge’s arms, who pulled you closer in by your waist. You laughed and nuzzled into his neck happily; he was smiling proudly.

“Oh my god! We need to go shopping!” Nobara realized, grabbing Maki’s wrist and snatching you away from Inumaki to head out the door.

“Wait, I need my wallet!” You screamed, but Toge ran after you to give you the tote bag you carried for trips outside the school. You blew him a kiss as he waved you goodbye.

“I’m dressed so inappropriately to go out” Maki groaned as Nobara rushed you on.

“Don’t worry, I’ll hold your hand so no one flirts with you” Nobara beamed at her and then wink, making Maki fluster. You laughed and elbowed her in the ribs, wiggling your eyebrows.

“I can’t believe I'm going to have to third wheel today!” You laughed, watching as both women turned crimson.

Nobara insisted on shopping in the Harajuku district and looking at her eyes gleaming while passing different stores was like watching a kid in a candy store. Surprisingly, she was the pickiest one out of the three. Maki found her outfit first, a black blazer and pants combo with a black mesh button-up that had Nobara drooling. You found a black silk slip dress that reached down your calf, a slit on one of the legs with a loose neckline that reached down your collarbones. Nobara found a black dress that reached a bit down to her knees, it was strapless with a see-through long sleeve with roses. She laughed at the irony of it, considering the poison she was infected with last week manifested in roses on her skin. After that, you went to grab a bite, the three of you talking about everything, anything and nothing at the same time. You noticed the flirtatious remarks between your companions, happy that both had decided to move their attraction to flirting, rather than just staring at each other all the time. You returned to Jujutsu High around 3 PM, more exhausted than ever, you threw your bag to a corner, kicked off your sneakers, and threw yourself on the bed face down, falling asleep in that same starfish position.

“Aw, she’s asleep” You heard a voice comment. You thought it was only a dream and continued on napping. “Let’s just let her rest”

“Are you crazy? They promised to do our makeup! That’s three people already!” Another hushed voice chimed in.

“Tuna mayo” A third voice hummed. You were already back fast asleep as someone tried to shake you awake gently, only to fail miserably.

Toge sighed and squatted down, his face to level yours. Even with your mouth ajar, your duvet darkening from your saliva, and your slightly loud breathing, he loved how you looked so serene that what he was about to do next he found very cruel.

Delicately, he moved your hair away from your ear, swooping it to the other side of your face. Right there, he was taken away by your sleeping beauty; purples, oranges, and blues chiming into light your face as the sun went down. He sighed, half-smiling “Wake up”

He watched as your eyes popped open and you sat up, rigid. “What day is it?” You wondered, scratching your head and yawning, disoriented after the sudden surge of energy running through your body. Toge sat down by your side and placed his hand on your bare waist. You noticed lately he was even more touchy than usual.

“What day is it?” Nobara mocked you, a vein in her forehead palpitating. “You need to do our makeup! Hurry! You haven’t even showered!” She snatched you away from Toge and pushed you inside your bathroom. You heard a light ‘Tsk!’ outside from Inumaki, who has proven time to time really appreciate you being snatched away from him. “And you! Get out!” Kugisaki ushered him out of the room, slamming the door in his face.

“A little harsh, huh?” Maki said, turning to Nobara, who just rolled her eyes.

“I don’t care” She shrugged before taking out her hair straightener and a heat protector. You chuckled from inside the bathroom before taking your phone out of your pocket and connecting it to the Bluetooth speaker on the wall next to the bathroom mirror. You shuffled the playlist Toge made you a while ago and turned on the faucet.

“I hope you’re not going on a world tour right now! We don’t have time to listen to you all the way to your fiftieth stop in London!” You heard Nobara knock and shout at you from the other side of the door.

You rolled your eyes “Maki, keep your girl in check!” You shouted back before stripping and stepping into the shower. You were in the middle of your third song, washing the suds away from your body and giving your rendition of “Cognac Queen” by Megan Thee Stallion when Nobara opened the door and dragged you out of the shower. It became a struggle, and you were only able to grab the pink fluffy robe that hung on your door.

You fixed Maki’s hair by pulling it half up with a small claw clip, leaving her bangs out. Then you applied the lightest layer of makeup, with the dark eyeliner she requested. Nobara, on the other hand, asked for a full face with a red lip. On the other hand, you went for a light look, with a striking eye and a glossy lip. Then, the three of you rushed to get changed as you realized it was almost ten minutes before 8. As you exited the dorm, you wrapped a white ballerina-style cardigan, taking one last look at yourself at the entrance mirror before Nobara dragged you out of there. The three of you walked to the common room carefully, the door opened slightly.

You heard a couple whistles as you entered the room, you humored the boys, Nobara looked slightly mad while Maki ignored them. You realized that for the occasion Toge wasn’t wearing anything that covered his mouth, and made it evident it was a bit ajar watching you arrive. You said hello to the staff, greeting Nanami happily, who seemed pleased with your recovery and being slightly confused at why Utahime was there. You then headed over to greet your classmates, ending up with Toge.

“You look very handsome” You chuckled, and reached in to fix the strands of hair that fell on his forehead. He was wearing a sage green shirt, black trousers, and thin black suspenders. He shrugged a little and blushed as you touched him, leaning slightly into your touch.

“Shake” He nodded, and held your hand briefly, accepting the compliment. You blushed and looked down before taking your hand away from his face, afraid you were overstepping.

The party was light, everyone chatted and conversed lightly. Itadori seemed very busy on his phone, while Megumi spent all his energy trying to grab his attention. Yuuji called out for you, making you pull away from your conversation with Toge and Panda, who looked dashing in a yellow bow tie. He also called out for Panda. “I need your help,” He said nervously “I saw a speaker with lights in your room, can you go bring it here? Also, please wait at the entrance for someone. Panda, I need you as a distraction”

You excused yourself and left swiftly, fitting your cardigan once more. You walked the way up to your room, taking the squared-shaped, medium-sized speaker with half spheres on top, grabbing the aux cord just in case. Holding the speaker by its handle, you followed the trail to the entrance quietly.

“What is this?” You frowned upon seeing the students of the Kyoto sister school facing you. You raised your brows and Mai and Momo narrowed their eyes back to you, but the rest didn’t. Your eyes fell into the liquor store bags Todo held in his hands, then it all made sense. A smirk crept onto your face as Todo watched your change of expression and laughed. A party with the Kyoto students didn’t seem half as bad, and hey, maybe the stone-cold Soju can solve things out between everyone there.

Soon, you heard a couple of explosions and fireworks and some commotion coming from the common room. “Let’s go” You picked up the skirt of your dress a little to run a little easier, the rest following after you. You noticed everyone outside watching an impromptu firework show as you sneaked in the Kyoto students to the now dark room. Slowly, the rest of the Tokyo students sneaked back to the common room, Itadori locking the door in.

“Okay Panda, that was fun, but can we— huh?!” Gojo realized the locked doors and drawn windows. He tried to force the door open but it was closed shut.

“Oh finally. Can we go to a bar now?” Shoko sighed “Let them be Satoru, they’re in the blink of death every day, let them party”

“Can we all pretend they didn’t do that and we were here all the time chaperoning?” Gojo gave in easily, changing his usual blindfold to black, round sunglasses. Everyone made a noise in agreement and the staff left, feeling the bass pumping under their feet, the surges of different colored lights leaking out of the shut windows.

At first, the party was tense. Everyone was just staring at the other from across the room. You were busy in the background trying to plug in your phone and sync it to the speaker’s Bluetooth. Then, Todo gave a lengthy speech about sorority and brotherhood, and how you should all solve your differences so you could… get drunk and nasty together. In fact, it didn’t take long for the party to lighten up and turn into a club scene. By the third round of shots, mostly everyone was hot and bothered, all the tables moved aside to create a makeshift dance floor. Surprisingly, Panda was an incredible bartender, and he was out to kill; his drinks were packed with alcohol, but fruity and candied flavors hid it all and made it even more addicting. By your third drink, you ripped open the seam of the dress, creating another slit for you to move better.

You, Nobara, and the Zen’in twins were incredible dancers, but you didn’t really expect it from Itadori. He had all the spice down in his hips and the way he could shake his ass like his name was Cardi B. He joined in after his third shot with the song ‘Up’

“Broke boys don’t deserve no pussy!” Todo shouted to the song for the rest to respond.

“I know that’s right!” Everyone answered, except for Toge, before you continued dancing. Now more than ever you felt the euphoria of having money. First-grade sorcerers gave you a considerable amount of money, even if you were just a student.

“Yuuji!” Your mouth dropped to the floor, looking at him, before cheering him on along with the others. By the makeshift bar, a flustered Megumi joined by a sober Inumaki watched him dance, not knowing what he should do in that situation.

Then, as if you were reading his mind, you showed him what he should be doing; standing behind him and grabbing his hips. Soon as Nobara did the same with you, followed by Maki, followed by Mai, followed by Todo, making a train. On the other corner, there was some smoke coming up. You never thought you could have this much fun with people.

Another song started playing “It’s my homegirl, we got the same tattoos!” Itadori pulled you close to him while Todo recorded, and you laughed.

“Don’t accuse me of shit if you ain’t got proof!” You sang along, pointing to the camera, following along.

“What if we got matching tattoos?” Itadori turned to you, and you both frowned to think it hard.

“I think that’s enough” Megumi pulled your drink away from your hand.

“‘Gumi, relax. Go take a shot or a hit from Kamo in the corner, it’s a party! C’mon!” You pulled him to the dance floor, both him and Yuuji as you both threw it back on him to the song. This time, Megumi caught clues from earlier and shyly placed his hands on Itadori’s hips. You stopped and nodded, patting him on the back and walking away, a bit clumsily.

“Do we have any more water left?” You asked Panda, feeling your throat and eyes dry from the intoxicating substances. Panda nodded happily and gave you some water. You had reached your limit and decided it was time to sweat off the drinks and hydrate yourself.

“Oh my bad, that’s vodka,” He said as your mouth went into a thin line as you recognized the strong taste and scent. Inumaki snickered “Here”

“Tell me it’s not vinegar this time” You joked, taking a loud sniff of the liquid, and it was in fact, water. You took a large gulp, as you heard thunder followed by the soft pitter-patter of the rain. “Oh, it’s raining” You turned to Inumaki, who looked stunned at your drunken beauty. Your eyeliner was smudged, and so was your lipstick. There was some hair sticking to the nape of your neck due to the sweat. He could swear he saw some drops running down the small of your back. He gulped and looked away.

“You’ve been here all night, love; c’mon, let’s dance” You set your cup down and took Toge’s hand, pulling him out of his seat. The only reason this party was going along all well was that alcohol made you more straightforward, which made you all sultry towards your evident crush.

You noticed he was paler than usual “What’s wrong? Do I make you nervous?” You whispered in his ear, your hand slowly climbing from his hand all the way up to his neck, where you caressed the area. You never could have known alcohol made you that bold, and such a, well, maneater. At his lack of an answer, you just chuckled and took his hand, guiding him elsewhere.

Everyone at the dance floor greeted him more than enthusiastically, and suddenly, every insecurity Toge was holding deep inside of him throughout the whole party had disappeared. He blinked several times as you smiled at him as radiant as ever. “Let’s dance!” He nodded and smiled back. I love you.

[maximinnieandme]

Get Along Junior, Ash is Starting to Fall.

Camping in Ashland for the last month has been absolutely nothing like camping another places on this journey.  Then again, no place has been like any other place.

When I rented the site that Maxi and Minnie and I have occupied since July 1, I had the same pie-eyed optimism I brought to every other campsite.  The site I thought I was renting turned out not to be the site that the property manager thought I was renting so we had to move after six days to a really different location. Right out into the full day sun, with no shade whatsoever.

On the one hand I was just horrified because I had just spent a long time in the desert where there was no possibility of shade. I was really looking forward to living with the trees the way I had prior to the Alameda wildfire.

Not to be. 

So, I did my best to create an outdoor patio environment after my guys up at Jackson RV fixed the clips that made Maxi’s awning work. For a couple of weeks, despite the heat, the afternoon breeze and the awning made being outside really quite pleasant.

There is a hook up at this site but I wasn’t using the electricity from the pole unless I needed to turn on the air conditioner for a couple of hours in the afternoon. I was feeling great about being able to use the solar investment that had been such a wonderful learning process and inexpensive camping power source.

And then, four days ago, another searing heat dome descended on Oregon, actually worse than I experienced last year before we took off on our cross-country trip last August 1. We’ve just been through six days of temperatures in excess of 104°. Yesterday, it was 116 here in the Rogue Valley.

The first day of the heat dome, Maxi’s AC broke and, as we learned over the next few days, so did the 3000 watt inverter. Just too damn hot sitting out here in the blazing sun with all these electrical components having to work together without overheating.

The first day the AC just cut off all of a sudden and so did everything else. I had a USB fan that was already charged that I could blow on me while I tried to follow directions from the tech guys at Jackson RV and then at Magnum, the manufacturer of the inverter. I was so fucking hot that I couldn’t think or even breathe after about an hour because inside Maxi with no AC it was way way more than 104°. In about 90 minutes, I had to break camp and drive up to Medford and surrender Maxi to the techs.

It was so unsafe for me to be driving when my brain was cooked to the temperature it was raised to trying to be part of fixing the situation in place. Thank God Maxi’ s truck air conditioning cooled me down enough to get to Medford and I am so fucking grateful I didn’t make any awful driving mistakes in the state I was in. 

My dear friend, John - who sheltered me last spring at his home while a small group of friends got Maxi renovated and setup for a long road trip - picked me up in the 106° heat and brought me back to his house where I had a great shower and got to sleep in the air-conditioning for the next three days. That’s what it took to solve the problems with temperature control in Maxi, my motorhome. My only home.

The problems triggered by the electrical breakdown have taken Maxi, Minnie and me in a whole new direction. We have to be plugged into a power pole now just to support my physical life because I cannot make it without air conditioning when it’s 116 outside, as it was yesterday. The inverter is out of the picture right now because it’s not passing power from the pole to the batteries and from the batteries to the rig. So we are back in “regular“ RV land. I’m grateful to be able to sleep tonight in the rig and feed myself and have a place of my own.

But taking solar power out of the mix of sustainable energy use in my life I s just not going to work for me in the long run.

And it’s not going to work for any of the rest of us either.

Solar energy needs to be woven into the everyday lives of every person living on the earth right now.

I’m so disappointed that I can’t continue to use the solar system right now and I have a lot to consider about how I add it back into the mix. At this point, I either need to send the inverter in for repairs (for which there is a three-year backlog of warranty repairs) or buy another one. I can’t do that and live in Maxi …and just don’t have the money to shell out to buy another one.

I’m spending the time telling this story because I am certainly not the only adventurer on this journey of living full out while learning about the every day process of blending solar power with standard electrical power generated by fossil fuels to power our lives.

I’m not giving up on working through how I can take care of myself without continuing to blindly suck off the tit of fossil fuels. And, at the same time, I just encountered a breakdown that could have killed me at this age of 72. Older people just can’t manage heat the way younger people can… I simply can’t make it through the next two months of climate-wielded northwestern summer without air conditioning.

There is a beautiful young family camping where I am who are trying to live without air conditioning with two adults and a 12-year-old child in a relatively small trailer. Everyone is suffering heavily. They’re spending a lot of time in a kiddie pool. And they are leaving their home and going other places in the middle of the day so they don’t expire. But this is not sustainable living. This is coping with chaos. 

The story continues… And, as I’m making this post, big fat black chunks of ash are falling from the sky this evening, blown by the wind from fires that ignited around us yesterday when grass fires and forest fires began in the 116 degree heat…

One inch or larger chunks of ash have been falling from the sky all afternoon here in Ashland - including the time when I was watching a mother turkey and her baby scouting for food less than 25 yards from where Maxi, Minnie and I are parked.  



[moonshine-dan]

what would kissing your close friend, kuroo or bokuto, for the first time be like? i imagined that you've been with him since high school and you only realized your feelings for him in college gahhh please indulge this hopeless romantic >.<

I would love to! This is for all the hopeless romantics out there who love Bokuto.

@janellion ... I hear you like stuff like this?

Downtown

Is it really this fun when you're on my mind? Is it really this cool to be in your life?

Bokuto x Reader, fluff. 2.2 K

Warnings: Nothing major. Suicide mentioned as part of a drink title. A little suggestive at the end.

The automatic doors hiss open as you walk into the humid Osaka night, wincing. The AC inside the 7/11 had made it easy to forget how hot it was. The slurpee you just bought is sweet and takes the edge off, but beyond that, you couldn’t say what the flavor was exactly. You let Bokuto take both of your cups to the machine and make suicides out of every option - “So none of ’em feel left out!” - like you always did. 

He was following you out, eyes gleaming in the fluorescent lights of the signs above you.

"It's good to just hang out like this again. We haven't done this in forever!" He was waving animatedly in your general direction, the drink in his flailing hand getting dangerously close to spilling on your shirt.

"Woah! My bad! Nothing got on you, right?"

You nod. He responds with a thousand watt smile that pushes his eyes closed and makes you want to grab his stupid hair spikes and drag him into a kiss.

You’ve got it so bad for your best friend that it’s almost funny, if it wasn’t also completely pathetic. It's only recently that you realized you liked him as more than a friend- but now that you’re reminiscing with him, the signs were very, very obvious. To you, at least. 

The pair of you are moving from the eye-piercing light of the storefront and over to the far side of the parking lot. The plan? To loiter, just like you did in high school when volleyball practice got out. Usually, you'd have 3 or 4 of his teammates with you, eating garbage snack food and joking around on the curb until the manager would chase you away. 

You can see in your mind how you would gravitate towards Bokuto on those nights, sitting next to him in the parking lot, bumping your foot or your knee into his while you talked. How you laughed at his jokes and would ask for his jacket when it got cold. His presence was magnetic, and you got pulled in deep. It wasn’t until after you both had graduated and started down separate paths that you were able to really see what you had. What you missed so deeply. 

It's just the two of you tonight, Bokuto fresh out of practice and talking excitedly about his teammates' antics, just like he used to. The only things that are different now are the names of the players. He’s telling you a story about his germophobic friend, Sasuke? You think? Bokuto talks so fast sometimes he doesn’t really annunciate well - and you sigh at the familiarity of it all. Maybe this would turn out alright; maybe you had been avoiding meeting up with Bokuto for no reason? 

You had thought that seeing him in person again, not just on a grainy phone screen, would be disastrous. It was hard enough to try and keep your feelings inside over video calls and text messages, but having him in front of you? You knew you’d do something to tip him off on how you felt toward him, and even though you knew he would never stop being your friend, the fear of your love being unrequited held you back. 

He'd been asking for weeks to meet up, and you had been successfully blaming college on your schedules not working - until he offered you to meet him late night on Friday, just like you used to. With no excuse and an irrationally heavy heart, you agreed to meet up.

Perhaps it was just a crush? Maybe you sought him out between classes and waited for hours after school just so see him because you just…. Liked him. And you had halfway convinced yourself that's all it was, until he had smiled at you brightly and reminded you just how dull things were without him in your life. 

He’s sitting now on a parking block with his back against a bollard, slapping the spot next to him invitingly. Bokuto whoops when you drop down next to him, slush flying from his cup as he whips it excitedly. "You gotta see this!"

He scoots closer to you, phone in hand. There's a paused youtube video onscreen: a highlight reel someone had made of his spikes. He hits play as soon as you lean in a little, grinning wildly and giving a play by play commentary as you watch. The outside of his thigh presses into yours warmly.

Here's hoping he can’t somehow feel the heat creeping up your neck.

He beams at you from over the phone, looking at you expectantly as the video ends. “Wasn’t I great?” 

You feel like you’ve run a mile and all he did was press his leg to yours. He’s too great. “Yes, Bokuto, you were amazing.”

He’s really grinning now, eyes crinkling shut. “You’ve gotta come to one of my games and see me in action! I promise, it’s waaaay better in person! You could even,” he pauses for a moment, thinking, “bring one of the guys you’ve been seeing? Watching me win would be an awesome date.”

Oh god, your dates. You had tried going on a few recently, another attempt to distance yourself from your best friend. Nothing serious - just coffee shop conversations, but they easily lost a competition they weren't even aware they were in. None of them could even begin to make you feel the way Bokuto did. And the thought of taking one of them to see your best friend and unrequited crush in his element? There’s no way that wouldn't find a way to blow up in your face.

“That’s a great idea, man,” you lie. “I’m not seeing anyone right now though.” Bokuto’s giving you a spectacular double eyebrow raise above his cup. “Oh ho?”

You flick his arm gently. “Don’t be mean, Bo. I’ll just come to a game and hang out in the stands with your date instead.”

Why did you say that. Why did you say that. Why did you say that. 

The eyebrows come down. He’s smiling, but it’s not quite reaching his eyes, which aren’t meeting your own. “Nah, you can’t do that. We broke up.”

You feel terrible for the little thrill that sends through you.

“Oh, Bokuto, I’m sorry.” You are. He’s your best friend. The cruel joy you feel does not go away. 

His eyes flicker to you momentarily. “Nah, it’s fine. They weren’t the one, you know?”

Who is? You want to ask. What comes out instead is, “How did you know?”

Bokuto hums inquisitively. “Know what?”

“That they weren’t the one. How did you know?”

He’s still not looking at you when he replies, “I just know.”

Silence falls. You use the quiet moment as an excuse to turn away as well. This is really unlike him. Had he changed that much in the time since you last saw him? Nothing else about Bokuto seems different - maybe the issue was just you?

Stop it. Don’t think things like that. 

The silence drags on. You pull the straw of your drink into your mouth and chew, trying to think of something not romance-related to talk about. Nothing is coming to mind - Bokuto has been all you can think about for a solid week, and being next to him is NOT helping. It’s just the two of you, alone together in silence. It’s late enough that there aren’t any pedestrians on walks to distract you, the night quiet and dark outside of the strangely illuminated parking lot. Desperate to think of anything else, you look up at the hazy summer sky.

It’s hard to see stars through the light pollution, but you can make out Vega, you think. Some stars were bright enough to see even in the middle of the city. The straw pops out of your mouth as you point it out loudly, getting Bokuto’s attention.

“Check it out Bo, you can see part of Lyra. That star’s got to be Vega. You remember?”

Bokuto jerks slightly before he turns to face you, looking startled. His gaze follows your finger up, mouth still pursed around the straw in his mouth. His smile returns as he tilts his head to peer up at the sky with you. “You told me about that one once! It’s a summer constellation, right?”

You drop your hand as Bokuto starts pointing out the faint other stars of the summer triangle. It may be hard to see stars in the city, but with Bokuto shining next to you, it’s hard to see anything else at all. The weird fluorescence of the parking lot light should have washed him out, but somehow he was aglow, soft shadows instead of harsh lines shading him lightly. He really was a star, and he burned the brightest out of any that you could see tonight.

You were staring at him again. 

It’s no surprise when he catches you this time, golden eyes meeting yours and matching your gaze. The delight is still present on his face but it’s sobering, turning serious. Your heart is racing as Bokuto continues to stare you down in silence. His eyebrows draw together as he raises his hand slowly, reaching for your face.

A finger grazes your cheek. You might have stopped breathing. He opens his mouth.

“You had some slush on your face.” His finger remains there, rubbing at the stuck on sugar.

...

Okay. Something has to change. There’s only so much your heart can take.

You reach up and cup your hand over his, holding it in place. Bokuto stills at the sudden contact, bewildered. You aren’t sure what you are doing, much less how to say what you want, but you hope that somehow he understands. No sound escapes your mouth as you maintain eye contact and slot your fingers together. Bokuto stares, still uncharacteristically silent - but he’s not just looking anymore. His eyes are searching, gaze sharp and analytical. You couldn’t look away from them if you wanted to.

Bokuto blinks first, eyes flitting over to your joined hands as you press your cheek into the heat of his palm. His thumb drags lightly over to your skin, meeting your bottom lip and tracing along the curve of it. He watches, entranced, as they part slightly from the touch. 

Even if this doesn’t work out. Even then. Just having this moment would be enough. Your eyes close as you huff out the breath you had been holding. The hot coil of anxiety snaking through your stomach makes you hesitant to open them again. When Bokuto’s thumb moves from your mouth to pad at your cheek, you steel yourself and open them again. 

You shouldn't have worried. There’s nothing in his golden eyes but understanding when you finally dare to open them again. Bokuto’s remaining hand is impossibly gentle as he places it on your shoulder, leaning into your space. His shoulders shake minutely with barely contained excitement from the breakthrough he’s just had - you like him, just as much as he likes you. There’s no way he can’t feel the heat in your skin rising now as your pulse skyrockets. 

“Kou…”, you whisper into the shrinking space between you.

Bokuto doesn’t bother with a response. His lips are a little chapped when they capture yours, but they're warm and eager and pressing in with the weight of half a decade of unconfessed feelings.

You know immediately what he meant earlier about knowing ‘the one’. No kiss from any of your dates was ever this electric. None of them made you feel like time was stopping when their lips met yours, or made your heart beat like it was about to fly from your chest. None of them made you feel like you were finally home, held in strong arms and with a familiar hand gently running along your cheek. 

There really was no one like Bokuto, and you were so glad there was no one else for him but you right now. 

You push forward until you chests are touching, desperate for closer contact now that you know you’re allowed to get it. The back of his head is cradled in your free hand, fingers tangling in the short spikes at the nape of his neck. Bokuto hums against your mouth, tongue slipping out to trace where his thumb had been earlier. He starts backward slightly as you meet it with the tip of yours, breaking away with a gasp.

“Woah! Not on the first date!”

“You used tongue first.” Your deadpan expression doesn't faze him. He wraps a heavy arm around your shoulders and pulls you close to his side, laughing. 

Wait a minute.

“Did you say date? Is this a date?”

Bokuto freezes. He glances at you side-eyed and inquires quietly, “Do you... want it to be one?”

It’s much easier to be truthful when you’ve had his tongue in your mouth. “I’d love it to be one.”

Bokuto whoops loudly, the exclamation echoing in the empty lot.

First dates usually sucked. This one, however, was going to stick with you for a long time. You run your tongue over your lips as you bump your head to his shoulder. Who knew slurpees tasted even better on someone else's mouth?

“Y'know, If we don’t leave soon,” you tease, “the manager might chase us away again.”

He hums dismissively and bends to press a kiss to your temple.

“Let’em.”

[ukiyo-jaem]

Aced. pt.2 (n.jm)

⇁warnings: smut (duh), roughness, power play, Dom!jaemin, fem!reader

⇁have fun ;)

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it was like torture waiting for the next session with jaemin. nights filled with lewd dreams and the craving for things to tip off like they should have.

yet, today was the day. you had taken another test and got it back, with an 'A' stamped at the head of the page. you sat at your desk, legs shaking with anticipation.

you straightened your papers last minute and sat in silence for him to walk in any moment now and to show him how well you did all by yourself.

you peered at the clock and frowned. he was always on time...and he was running late today.

your phone as if on cue buzzed on the smooth top of your desk.

'jae: can't make it today. hope you understand.'

it felt like your breath was funneled out of you all at once.

'y/n: are you okay?'

'jae: yeah, i just had a rough day. didn't wanna drag you down with my sour mood.'

you groaned and set your phone down roughly. "this isn't fair." you muttered. bullshit if he's in a bad mood. you were still feeling the consequences of cheating on the last test.

"no. i'm not waiting." you said standing up and grabbing your bag and sweatshirt. "he wants to be in a bad mood? guess i'll just have to brighten his day." you said as you walked out your bedroom door, aced test in hand.

~~~~

you'd only been to his house a couple of times. most were for studying sessions, sometimes it was for mutual friends picking something up.

this time, you were coming here for yourself. to show him your test...and hopefully it turns into something more.

his front door seemed thick and filled with such a dense feeling of bad riddance.

it opened a few seconds later to a sleepy looking jae. his sweatpants and t-shirt made him look comfy as he stared at you in confusion. a silver chain you hadn't noticed before hanging outside of his shirt but fitting his aesthetic. Ink leaked from his short sleeves that had always been covered up with a hoodie or cardigan.

"i said-" "i know what you said." you cut him off, your hand coming infront of his mouth to make him be quiet. "but i'm here to show you this." you turned the paper around and he just stared at it.

he shrugged as he looked up at you. "yeah?" his voice was laced with an attitude you'd never experience before with him.

you looked down at the paper to make sure it was the right one...and it was...A and all.

"i got an A...like on my test." you said, your smile slowly falling. "it's not rare to ace a test, y/n." his eyes rolled, looking down the street, his gaze slowly falling back on you again.

"but-" your test was now being raked over and over again, trying to find an imperfection on it. "what? you payed attention for once?," he chuckled, his arms now over his chest. you looked up at him, eyes becoming misty. "want a cookie?" he snickered, the venom of sarcasm dripping from every word that left his lips. your heart sank as your insecurities seeped through as the seconds ticked away.

the want to just crawl into a hole and throw away the test into the garbage can became unbearable. your eyes became misty in the span of a second.

"i just thought you'd care." you shook your head, a tear falling on your paper and making the dried black ink smear into a bluish mess. your stare didn't leave the paper as he realized what he had done.

"i-" but it was too late...you had already ripped your test in half. you stood there for a moment and just stared at the two pieces of paper in your hands, his eyes wide and in shock of what you had just done.

"...i care..." he whispered, taking both pieces out of your hands. you met his gaze that held so much remorse for his previous actions.

his jaw clenched and his eyes closed as he took a deep breath in. "we can fix this." he said grabbing your upper arm in one hand and holding the paper in his other. he dragged you inside the homely house and down hallways to a bedroom door that was marked with 'keep out' signs.

he pulled you into a world you didn't know he was apart of. cigarette smells filled the room and various things you had never seen before laid in his room. tattoo gun was the weirdest thing you had wandered over with your eyes.

"woah." you breathed and he rolled his eyes.

"why does everybody do that?" he asked grabbing your bag and throwing it by the door. "sit on the bed." he said motioning over to the bed.

he went over to his desk and put the pieces of paper together. work began immediately as he didn't even waste any time lighting a cigarette and leaving it hanging from his lips.

it was so weird seeing him in this environment. you just knew him as the dorky yet hot guy that you saw at varying times. yet in his own room he was a guy with tattoos who smoked, listened to music, and read.

"how long have you smoked?" you try to make casual conversation. his gaze looked confused as he looked back at you for a moment, turning right back around to what he was doing.

"you shouldn't be asking people stupid questions, baby." the name rolled off his lips so smoothly and so elegantly.

"just curious." the shrug of your shoulders happening naturally. you observed some of the different posters on his wall.

the soft guitar playing in the background as you could see jaemin bop his head along with it. the puffs of smoke would come up anywhere between 6 to 8 seconds.

"did you cheat this time?" he asked and you rolled your eyes even though you know he couldn't see. "no. as a matter of fact." you said matter-of-factly.

"so what was so different about this test than the others?" he inquired as he took tape out of his drawer, slamming the drawer back.

"i don't know. maybe our tutoring sessions are working?" that was your best answer as you brought your legs to fold so you were sitting criss-cross.

his chuckle breaking the silence as he turned around his chair.

"so what was so different about the past tutoring sessions and the new ones?" he asked, taking his cigarette and tapping it on an ash tray.

a sudden cough broke through your chest as the still recent memories resurfaced. his sat there with a devilish smirk plastered on his face.

"well," you sighed once you regained your breath. "it's been really...hands on...lately." you nodded, trying to word it properly.

"in what way?" his eyebrow arched. your body sat like a deer caught in head lights. "...i'm not going to say it, jaemin..." you said quietly.

"awe are you shy now?" he mocked, fake sympathy slipping in and out of his words.

"no."

"awe you're blushing." he coo'ed.

"no i'm not."

"well you weren't that shy when my tongue was on your pussy last week." he said and your heart started beating faster and your fight or flight was kicking in.

he was getting more impatient with you sitting on his bed when he imagined you tied to it.

"did you like it?" he smirked and just like that, you were trying to run out of his room. yet, he was just a little bit faster than you.

instead of running through the door, you were pinned against it. his hungry looking eyes trying to find pleasure in just looking at your cute form.

"you didn't answer my question, princess." you were getting drawn into his words by each syllable. your eyes were just looking at his lips now, wanting to take everything they were willing to give.

"and by the aced test on my desk...you're amazing at answering questions." he whispered.

by the second, each of you were moving closer to each other. lips moving closer together when at the last minute, he pulls away.

"so yeah...your test is fixed." he walked over to his desk and held it up.

"what the hell was that?!" you asked, still shocked of what just happened. "what are you talking about?" he rolled his eyes and you were steaming now. he was seriously not doing that.

you marched right up to him and grabbed his face forcefully. "you know exactly what you're doing, jaemin." you said and his eyes only grew colder at your forceful grip on his face.

once you were shocked back to reality, your hand loosened and a shocked face set into your own.

you didn't skip a beat though as you were now on your knees.

he watched with eager eyes but relaxed figure. "payback is a bitch." you said and automatically started rubbing at the growing hard-on in his pants.

a sharp intake of breath was paired with his hand coming down to your hand. "i don't think you know what you're doing, little girl." his voice had dropped a couple octaves from his previous spoken sentence.

"i think i know exactly what i am doing." you shoved his hand off and reached for the waistband of his sweatpants.

he watched your actions with a smirk, letting you have your fun...for now.

he watched as your eyes bulged and filled with lust at his size, knowing you weren't entirely prepared for it. the lack of experience showing as you uneasily grabbed the base.

yet, you went for it. he wanted to applaud your bravery as you started sucking lightly at the tip, inching your mouth down.

your tongue came out to lick him right up his shaft, a low moan escaping his now bitten lips. you got sloppier with it, letting the drool coat your lips and his now red and swollen cock.

"i've been such a good girl for the past week." you coo'd as you licked a bold stripe up the underside of his leaking cock. "is that so, princess?" he chuckled and your nods and lip biting along with the occasional giggles sent him over the edge.

his hand grabbed your hair and his fingers grabbed a fistful as if it was a prized position. the burning pleasure made your body more flushed. "because last time i checked... it's not so good to show up to someone's house uninvited." your eyes became big and his mind you just seemed so much more fuckable.

"what did you say earlier?" he asked leaning forward and grabbing your face. "karma is a bitch, baby. and you're in my house." he smirked. "my house. my rules." he whispered, getting closer to your now slightly intimidated figure.

"open your mouth and take what i give you." you didn't think twice as he squished your face harder so your mouth was open. he spit in your mouth, automatically shoving you back down on his cock.

his hand stayed in your hair, guiding you up and down his cock. "oh fuck. you're so much cuter with my cock in your mouth." he chuckled, forcing your mouth down so he was all in your mouth and throat.

gags was what you and him were met with.

he pulled your head off of him and pulled your hair so you were face to face with him. tear-streaked cheeks was such a pretty look on you.

you gasped for air with heavy breaths; chest heaving and knees sore from being on them for so long. his hand left your hair and made its way to your neck, slightly squeezing once it was wrapped around.

"you're so beautiful, princess." he whispered, wiping away some tears from your cheeks, his thumb running across your bottom lip. you wrapped your puffy and drooly lips around his thumb, sucking lightly while his eyes bore into yours.

"you make me want to do bad things, y/n." he sighed truthfully; his bitten lips being snatched in between his teeth. you let his thumb go with a 'pop' and nuzzled your cheek into his palm.

"then do something about it." you teased and stood up and started to turn away when you were forcefully picked up and pinned to his bed. you could feel his length pressed against your now soaked panties.

"you know the correct buttons to push to piss me off, don't you." he pressed you down more into the mattress. you felt his hand come up and wrap around your throat snuggly. "harder." you giggled and you could basically feel the heat of anger radiate off of him.

he pushed himself off of your back and all you felt was your skirt being lifted up and a rip.

a gasp was all that you could get out before he rammed into your dripping hole. "fuck, princess." he groaned. "you're so tight for me." his one arm still pinned you against the bed as the sound of skin slapping echoed. a smooth beat being distributed by the speaker on his dresser.

you let him use your body as it only brought you pleasure. he let you up just so he could flip you on your back and carry you up the bed more to the pillows. he thought you were the most beautiful thing in the world; your hair fanned out across his pillows where your scent would drift him to sleep in the upcoming nights.

his hands got lost up your shirt, pulling your arms through and bringing the cloth off your head; the white fabric now somewhere in the room. his own was lost somewhere in the process of the beginning to now.

he guided your arms around his torso and just held you against his chest for a moment. his touch was gentle as he pulled your hair back softly and titled your head so you were looking up at him and laid the most gentlest of kisses against your lips. the kiss was absolutely breathtaking.

"we're gonna do this right the first time." he said and pushed you a little so both of you laying down. his kiss was draining you of all life and throwing you into this dazed and lovely second heaven it felt like.

he was slow and sensual now, pumping into you in a way that made you become calm and wanting more. his hands just felt every part of your body, making you fall deeper into this trance.

your hands were now entangled in his hair as he did everything he could to bring you even more pleasure as the minutes ticked by.

you were his own drug he tried and just can't get enough of.

"please don't stop." you whimpered against his lips and he swore he was in heaven in that moment. he made you go numb, stars dancing across your eyelids and heat fanned across your cheeks; eyes wet with immense amount of pleasure.

jae just looked at you in awe as you came undone around him. his own high not coming long after yours.

after you both finished; chests still heaving as you both tried to calm down.

he pulled out of you but your arms held onto him, holding his head under your chin.

you felt his heart slow as he became limp. you held him as his breath slowed and you knew he had dozed off. he instinctively held onto your waist as you pulled the sheets over both of your bodies.

the sun had begun to set outside of his window as your hands ran through his damp and still drying hair.

you knew that this was going to be a regular thing now. you just hope that his feelings are still there for you behind the wall of lust.

[lettrespromises]

> LettresPromises informs you : You have one notification.

> Letter object : the heart’s warmth and the body’s flames.

> Todoroki Shouto and Bakugou Katsuki sent you a letter, would you like to read it?

@bruised-cherry​ sent a letter : ❝Hiya, Nikki! Can I request a one-shot(if you're down) where Todoroki and Bakugou's(poly relationship) s/o got into a little argument with each other and now their s/o is rejecting them and ignoring them. Since it's summer, TodoBaku turned off the air conditioning, AC, etc, knowing their s/o would need them soon. And just, kinky, dirty ass s m U t :) (and lana spelled backwards if you're down with that, if not that's cool). Sorry I'm a kinky hoe 👉😅👈❞

Author’s letter :

❝ dear bruised-cherry,

first and foremost, i would like to apologize for taking so long to write your promised letter! nonetheless, i had a lot of fun writing it, hopefully it will reach your expectations!! it’s 4:05am as i am writing this and my brain is unable to write proper words i’m sorry—

sealed with a kiss,

nikki.❞

Genre : Pure smut, angst if you squint.

Warnings : Cursing, sex, vaginal sex, blow-job, cunnilingus, anal sex, daddy kink. (Please consider that the characters are aged up.)

Word count : 5.8K.

This day seemed to counterbalance the already established rules of time and space, you were secretly convinced that minutes were hours and each time you would lay your eyes upon any item with the sole purpose of indicating the current hour, you felt as if time had stopped. It was a long, long day. Truthfully, you wished you could have had the opportunity to meet someone whose quirk was time control to ask them to skip the remaining hours of the day.

The root of the problem was deeply imbedded with the increasing attacks committed by the villains in town, you were on a mission with both Bakugou and Todoroki- a clear lack of communication and coordination signed a burning defeat for the three of you. A mission built and perfected during several months had just blown into pieces, your efforts, tears, blood and energy were the combustibles to the pain fueled by this defeat. Each one of you attempted to exude this loss in your own way while making your way back home. Todoroki, sat on the passenger seat, found the cure to his own inner built-up anger by digging his pearly whites into the flesh of his thumb while observing the passing scenery before his eyes. Bakugou, unexpectedly, made a martyr of the steering wheel by squeezing the non-existent life out of it, causing his fingers to turn white in the process. You, on the other one hand, kept on reminiscing the earlier events of today, your mind roaming over and over again to find what went wrong, you weren’t exactly angry : disappointed in yourself was a more precise way to describe the matter.

The silence was deafening, almost agonizing. Truthfully, silence was even more intimidating than noise- a noisy ride would have included the repertoire of Bakugou’s insults flowing freely from his mouth, it was expected. But silence, on Bakugou’s end, echoed to a level of anger rarely ever reached, metaphorically speaking, Katsuki was a living and breathing ticking bomb at this very moment.

The sound of the car door smashing broke the silence as you arrived home, Bakugou was already inside, his hands shoved in his pockets as expected. You freed a sigh you ignored you were holding from your lips, an early sign that you knew there was little to no seconds left on the ticking bomb. Todoroki sent an apologetic glance in your way, you knew he didn’t mean no harm, if anything, it was a silent sign to encourage you before facing the aftermath caused by the explosion of the bomb.

Flower vases left shattered on the floor, a door handle scarred by the scorching hot imprints of Bakugou’s unforgiving hold and a continuous flow of insults as background noise- those were the said aftermath of the explosion. Bakugou’s body language radiated off pure anger, like you or Todoroki had barely seen before, his rage was exuding from the pores of his palms through a dangerous marriage of small explosions and smoke. He was roaming back and forth in the living room, his stare was focused on the explosions emanating from his hands as a way to convince himself that the more explosions would be set free, the less he would feel angry.

« Fuck, fuck, fuck… Goddamnit, fuck! What the fuck went wrong, hah?! We planned this shit entirely, from start to fucking finish. What the fuck went wrong?! You tell me instead of staring at me, do fucking something for once! » The words echoed and morphed into a roar sent directly your way, anger lacing his every word.

« Bakugou, don’t say things you don’t mean. » Todoroki stated, the pseudo comfort embedded in his voice radically clashed with the heat of Bakugou’s words.

« Don’t say shit I don’t mean? Who the fuck are you to tell others what to do when you couldn’t even do shit when we were facing those bastards?! You didn’t do shit, you fucking left us on our own and arrived at the very last second. So tell me, give me one good fucking reason as to why I should take shit from you! Fucking say it to my face, because I’m dying to know what’s your excuse. » The sounds of Bakugou’s explosions slowly adopted the structure of a crescendo, but Todoroki remained unfazed, his facial expression didn’t betray his pseudo serenity. « I was evacuating the civilians, you knew that, I don’t understand why you act so confused. We prepared this plan together, the three of us, you knew what my role was. »

You were stuck in the middle of a battlefield, torn between two sides but the tragic twist of this scene was that you couldn’t find the strength to defend one of them. You needed to remain objective and impartial, something obviously easier said than done. Your eyes darted from one figure to another each time you heard the sound of either Todoroki or Bakugou’s words, truthfully, you felt paralyzed under the lack of options in this crucial situation- on one hand, Katsuki was nothing short of acerbic when anger consumed him, on the other one hand, Shouto’s calm attitude hid a dangerous amount of anger building inside of him ready to explode if Bakugou’s venom stung too hard to Todoroki’s liking.

« Oh yeah, yeah. You were on you own, hah? Evacuating civilians and shit, am I supposed to feel fucking sorry for you when Y/N were busting our fucking asses out there to take down those bastards? You’re trying to play it solo like your old man? You know what, the more I think about it, the more you start to act like him-… »

« Katsuki! That’s enough, shut up! »

It was your turn to let anger lace your words in such a way that they developed their own toxins, purposefully made to sting Bakugou hard enough to cut his rambling. Endeavor was a touchy topic to Shouto, and as soon as Katsuki pronounced the words ‘old man’, a hint of flames appeared on Todoroki’s collarbone- it was only a matter of second before an inferno invaded the living room.

« You never know when to stop, do you? Do you have any idea of how ridiculous this is? You, Bakugou, you should know out of all people that his father his a sensitive topic, and yet you let your anger get the best of you every damn time. Todoroki, were you really ready to blast your flames at him? Aren’t the both of your grown men, or am I mistaken? How disappointing, how fucking disappointing. » You dropped every last ounce of energy in your tirade, every last bit of emotion in the process too. You felt so numb, deprived from your own vigor.

Both Todoroki and Bakugou’s eyes fell on you as soon as your roaring words broke their mutual verbal assaults, their mouths were set agape- they did have words on the tip of their tongue, but they couldn’t find the strength to give life to them. There it was again, the deafening and agonizing silence.

You couldn’t bare standing in the same vicinity as them, disappointment clouded your vision and the more you looked at them, the more your vision became foggy- but it still remained unclear as to whether it was due to the disappointment or the tears gathering at the corner of your eyes. Without wasting yet another second, you went upstairs and locked yourself in your room, giving yourself some privacy to wipe away your tears.

Downstairs, the silence was still suffocating both Bakugou and Todoroki, their stare were still laying upon the spot where you used to be just a few seconds earlier, they just hadn’t processed your sudden disappearance. They blinked once, then twice, and a third time to make sure they weren’t dreaming and once they were convinced it was very much real, they looked at each other and sighed as if they were, too, deprived of their own energy.

« Bak-… Katsuki, it was my mistake to threaten you with my flames, I apologize. » Todoroki’s tone was soft in comparison to his last statement, a sense of compassion replaced the anger laced in his words.

« I shouldn’t have talked about your shitty dad. » A sentence, which, in Bakugou’s vocabulary echoed to an apology, but with the cruel exception of the forbidden word which begins with an ’s’ and ends with ‘-orry’.

« I assume Y/N is not going to talk to us for a while, and, don’t take it personally but her presence is very much needed. » Bakugou frowned as Todoroki’s words connected to his eardrums, needless to say, he knew he was right but didn’t care enough to admit it and grant him this silent victory.

« I might have an idea, half-and-half, use your shitty quirk to lower the temperature of the house, you know how much she fucking hates cold temperatures. That’s gonna make her move her ass out of the bedroom. » Todoroki only quirked his eyebrows in response while Bakugou was adorning his most victorious grin, he knew this plan meant an automatic win- both of them could handle cold temperatures thanks to their quirks, you on the other one hand, were more fond of warmer temperatures.

Todoroki sighed, perhaps already regretting his choice to follow Bakugou’s antics, but if it meant that he had to play dirty to get you, he was ready to deem himself as the dirtier player in the game. Soon enough, a frigid fog invaded mercilessly the first floor, and your bedroom was the first victim of the unforgiving coldness. Little did you know, this was the beginning of a series of crushing defeats on your end : seeking warmth underneath your blankets? Didn’t work. Blow air on your hands? A total fail. Looking through your boyfriends’ closets to find one of their thick hoodies and wear it? Not the solution you needed to cure the problem.

You were running out of solutions, and that’s when your unconsciousness crept in and murmured suave temptations to your ear : the welcoming warmth of Bakugou and Todoroki’s bodies, their arms wrapped around you like a human cocoon to protect you from the cold temperature. It sounded like a dream, and you had the means to make it real- but at what cost? You roamed around the room, not only to create body warmth by moving, but also to accelerate the train of your thoughts. What was more important? Freezing yourself to death with your pride as an inexistent shield from the cold, or embrace the agonizingly tempting warmth radiating from both of your boyfriends?

The answer to your rhetorical question manifested itself rather quickly- in the blink of an eye, you had already wrapped your hand around the doorknob and raced downstairs towards the personifications of your very own personal heaters under Shouto’s puzzled expression and, in contrast, Katsuki’s triumphing grin.

« Hah? Have you finally decided to show up, princess? » Anyone could have noticed the more-than-obvious obnoxious tone dripping from Bakugou’s words, he glanced over at Todoroki who grinned at him in response, silently thanking him.

« Just keep me warm. » You found a perfect spot right between Katsuki and Shouto on the couch, your knees were brought to your chest, your arms were encompassing your legs- if anything, you were pretty close to looking like a sphere, but you were ready to contort yourself in any position to gather some precious warmth. Eventually, you let out a silent sigh as soon as you felt their respective warmth hit the surface of your skin as a sign of satisfaction.

« I think you forgot the magic word, love. » Shouto teased, his warm index gracing the cold flesh on your shoulder, such a tease.

« Ugh, fine! Keep me warm, please. » You emphasized the pleading word, just enough to make them grin even wider in victory.

« ‘Wasn’t so hard, was it, princess? » You couldn’t exactly tell if you hated or were absolutely enamored with the teasing tone of his voice, but once thing was certain- the grin plastered upon his face was a thing of beauty.

Bakugou, as expected of him, took the lead, or rather, sent a silent challenge in Todoroki’s way which dared him to take the upper hand of the situation. He wrapped his arms around your waist in a lion-like manner, ready to protect what’s his, with the help of his strength you were now sitting on his lap. The grip around your frame didn’t move one bit, not only did he want to provide you as much warmth as his quirk allowed, but he also wanted to maintain control. Your head was laying upon the surface of his shoulder, your face was facing Todoroki who admired you as if he had witnessed the renaissance of Venus under your traits.

« I will help you feel a bit more warm, alright, love? » You hummed in response to Todoroki’s one-sided interrogation.

Another source of warmth was more than welcome. Thus, Shouto wasted no time and placed his hand upon the surface of your cheek, daring to cross Bakugou’s self-claimed territory in the process without any ounce of shame. The amount of space between the two of you had dangerously reduced until totally disappearing which cleared Todoroki’s path on his way to show you just how much he could warm you up. His lids fluttered shut in anticipation, and there it was, the oh so fabulous source of warmth- he planted his lips on yours in perfect harmony. After all, a promise was a promise, correct? Regardless of how it’s executed, correct? That was exactly Shouto’s mindset as his tongue grazed your bottom lip to beg for access to the inside of your mouth, a wish quickly granted which allowed him to spread the warmth of his tongue inside your mouth as his pink muscle met yours which only announced the beginning of the dance of pleasure. Your actions corresponded to his, and his initiatives echoed to yours— soon enough, your tongues were melting in each other’s touch. As much as he wanted to keep this going forever, the way you grabbed his wrist was an indicator that you were starting to lack oxygen. Of course he ended the kiss, but not before he dug his teeth into your lower lip to which you responded with a semi silent whimper.

Bakugou observed the scene from the side with the same smirk gracing his facial features, he would be the worst liar on Earth if he were to say that seeing your mouths collide in harmony wasn’t the epitome of poetry in motion. But who was he to let Shouto get the best of you? Who was he to let Shouto make you whimper first? He craved, no, he needed to make you melt under his touch.

« Want us to make you feel hot, princess? Be careful what you wish for. » This sentence was his final warning before flipping you over on your back, offering him the best position to physically tale the upper hand under Shouto’s amused stare. You looked so pure and yet so sinful at once, a paradox which drove of them crazy as they imagined the most unholy deeds they were going to do to you. Katsuki’s index hooked the fabric of your hoodie (more like his, but it’s just a slight detail which turnt him on even more) before to pull it over your head.

Oh, and what a gorgeous sight to behold— your naked upper body, in all its glory, a body worthy of the most descriptive pages of a novel. He couldn’t help but snicker at the ethereal scenery before his eyes, he knew he was going to devour you and make you his, no matter what.

« Don’t give me those eyes, woman, I fucking told you I was gonna make you feel real hot. You won’t need this shitty hoodie to keep you warm. »

The assault was given once his pearly whites dug into the soft flesh of your neck, reflex kicked, you titled your head to the side to give him more room to play with. It was a succession of biting, licking, biting again until your skin adopted a purplish tone which echoed to a mark of both domination and belonging. Of course, you belonged to him… And Todoroki. Once he was satisfied with his artwork, he licked the abused flesh one last time before smirking to himself as a sign of victory.

You couldn’t expect Todoroki to be left out of the party, after all, you did belong to him too. He pushed Bakugou to the side just enough to bask in the glory of your half-naked form. The gleam in his eyes reflected nothing but pure adoration, he was torn between the will to worship each inch of your body and the tempting option to make your legs weak until you can’t form proper words anymore. Oh, well, both were bound to happen.

« Oi! If you wanna touch her, don’t fucking push me! » Bakugou’s rambling was cut short as soon as Todoroki’s lips crashed on his, the blonde eye’s widened in surprise but he eventually allowed himself to crave to the passion.

« I don’t need your permission to touch what’s mine. » Todoroki whispered against the flesh of your breasts, emphasizing the very last word strategically.

The sight of your hardened nipples caused him to lick his bottom lip in anticipation, just a way to warm up his lips before devouring your flesh. Todoroki wasted no time and took this opportunity to let his tongue grace your left bud, the motions were repetitive and hypnotizing— from circular motions right around your nipple, from vertical licks to sucking motions, each deed was designed for your own pleasure while your whimpers falling free from your lips and the hand stuck at the root of his hair encouraged his actions. Your whimpers were cut short once Bakugou’s lips found yours and dragged you in a tongue-led kiss, and to no one’s surprise, you followed his already established rhythm, but goodness, it was deliciously intoxicating, letting you crave for more. And somehow, the sound of your hushed whimpers created an even more attractive melody.

Now, it was Todoroki’s turn to take advantage of the vacant place left by Bakugou who was now bent on your side which meant that your whole body to discover for the umpteenth time. A trail of kisses left from the valley of your breasts to your lower belly indicated which dangerous way Shouto was bound to take. He took a glance at the liplock share with Katsuki who offered you no rest no matter if you craved for oxygen or not, the same amused grin still plastered upon his facial features, and augmented the temperature just a bit more.

His finger drew an invisible line along the edge of your underwear, a pre-meditated deed which only announced in advance what he was bound to do, he was just one step closer to make your legs crumble under his touch. In a swift motion, fueled by his own personal hunger to satisfy his fantasies, Todoroki got rid of your pants and he could already discern the wet patch adorning the cotton surface of your underwear, what a sight to see. A new trail of kiss was left upon your skin by Shouto, this time, he focused on the inside of your thighs and followed a vertical pattern until reaching the climax of his journey : your already dripping heat.

« Are you already this wet for us, love? How kind of you. » The amused tone which embedded his voice hid a hidden sinful tone, such a contrast, but only Bakugou and you could catch the double-tone.

Bakugou, on the other one hand, mimicked Todoroki’s earlier antics (only to outdo him, his own ego was his sole motivation) and made a victim of your breasts. One lovebite on your neck wasn’t enough, he craved to make you his even more, on every inch of your body. This thought was the reason behind his will to bite the generous flesh of your left breast, which clearly isn’t abused enough to his liking. And so it began once more— biting, licking, biting once more just hard enough to make you whimper in response, suck on your flesh until it becomes purple and has his name written all over it. From the love bite, Katsuki kissed his way until your nipple, the motions of his mouth were strategically chosen to make pure sounds of pleasure fall free from mouth mouth, while his thumb and index were twisting your nipple while following the circular motions of his tongue. The harsh grasp you held onto his blonde hair was only one of the first hints that you were on your way to reach a state of pure bliss, the moans echoing in his head were his favorite hint though.

The sensation of a sharp lick across the fabric of your underwear awakened a new whimper on your end, this time, it was higher which only echoed to a higher level of pleasure. Todoroki’s lips curved into a grin at the sound of it, what a marvel to hear. The fabric which separated your core from Shouto’s lips was seen as a taunt to the latter, but fret not, said taunt was quickly taken care of as soon as he got rid of your underwear, throwing them who-knows-where in the room.

And so the temperature augmented yet again— an experimental lick caused you to bite your lower lip to refrain any moan to escape from your mouth as you closed your eyes in anticipation for pure bliss. Your reaction was the best indicator to Shouto who had found yet another motivation to make you come undone— getting to hear your agonizingly breathtaking whimpers and moans fall in cascade from your lips. Your core was wet, much to Todoroki’s delight, and he could almost hear you calling his name, begging him to eat you as if you were his last dinner on Earth.

His mouth married the shape of your core, his tongue danced beautifully against your folds as if your core had been specifically created to welcome the wonders of his mouth. The licks left by his pink muscle were executed differently in several ways— vertical licks, circular shapes, he based his actions on the sound of your shameless moans and whimpers to predict his next move.

« Shouto, S-Shouto! » Your first begging, which didn’t go unnoticed to both of the protagonists of your very own pleasure.

« So eager, aren’t you, love? » He kissed these words into your skin, words embedded with adoration and love in the process.

Well, there was someone whose name hadn’t been begged, and truth be told, it was getting on his nerves. How dare Shouto have the honor of being begged and not him? Oh, well, he was about to change that right away.

« Open wide, princess, I’ll give you something to fucking beg about. » The same usual smirk accompanied his words, he already knew what was bound to happen, and the knew what effect it would leave on you.

By the time you were busy with Shouto, Bakugou had already taken care of his own clothing by… taking everything off. Isn’t it easier that way? His genetically given large hand stroked tentatively his length, just enough to cause a layer of pre-cum to cover his tip, once he was satisfied with the result, he wasted no time to shove his entire member in your mouth in a swift motion. The warmth of your lips was the most delicate welcome he could’ve asked for, regardless if you were to choke or not, he’d find a way to make you beg his name until it becomes the only thing you’re able to say. Your throat grazed the sensitive tip of his grit, earning you a hushed grunt as a reaction which was a rarity coming from Bakugou. Both of his hands held a harsh grip on your hair, and he used said grip as a level of pressure to thrust himself into your mouth under the mesmerizing sounds of your choked whimpers. It was a scenery of beauty, he was the sole holder of all your attention— you were looking at him through your lashes with pleading eyes, silently begging him to keep going until you were to choke on his member. A silent sign he didn’t miss, he knew you like the back of his hand, after all.

Eventually, Shouto complied to your begs, you wanted more? Oh, you were bound to get more, more precisely, you were bound to have exactly what you deserved. Todoroki and tease were very close to being synonymous, hence why he purposefully used the pad of his thumb to create circulate motions on your sweet bundle of nerves which was the key to make you come undone, and, of course, two of his fingers which had already found a shelter inside your folds while pumping in and out, over and over again, until bringing you to the brim of ecstasy.

Under this new pressure, the need to express your pleasure through moans was almost impossible given the fact that each sound coming out of your mouth was rendered hushed by Bakugou’s length. Your wrapped your hand around his phallus to not only catch some cruelly needed oxygen but also set free all the sounds of pleasure trapped inside you, as soon as your mouth was set free, a pure sound of bliss fell free from your lips. A sound so sinful and addicting at once that both Bakugou and Todoroki couldn’t help but repeat said sound in their head over and over again.

« Oi, princess, I didn’t fucking tell you to stop so keep sucking until I say otherwise, did you fucking get that? » It was a one-sided question, your answer wouldn’t matter anyway.

And there he went again, shoving his member inside your mouth as Bakugou began chasing his own pleasure— if he was careful enough, he could picture the shape of heaven when his lids fluttered shut. This time, his thrusts were harsher, clearly designed to attain his climax. But he wasn’t the only one who was close to reach the seventh sky— the addition of Shouto’s fingers pumping in and out, the oh so right pressure on your sweet of nerves and the precise licks left on your wet folds was nothing short of divine, that divine that it was going to make you reach your orgasm sooner than you thought.

Reflex kicked, your grip on Shouto’s hair became gradually tighter as you felt the knot in your stomach grow more and more until it became out of your control, you rolled your eyes back in ecstasy and the pearls of tears on the corner of your eyes were now rolling down the surface of your cheeks. Through choked sounds, you encouraged Shouto to keep going and going until you could touch heaven by the tip of your fingers. And then heaven came to you, the liberating sensation of floating on a cloud overwhelmed you as you reached your orgasm, manifesting the pure sounds of bliss through the hushed sounds caused by Bakugou’s intrusive length.

« You’re such a good girl, love, you came undone for us. Such a good girl… » The end of his sentence was whispered in marvel against your core, it was a sight he could never get bored of.

His tongue found once more its way to your folds, licking each and every drop of your juices to satisfy his own pleasure. Your taste was his favorite, it was addicting as hell, so addicting that before to swallow said juices, he would always make a mental note of how your cum feels on his tastebuds.

« Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, god-fucking-damnit! » Bakugou’s grunts followed the structure of a crescendo, he threw his head back in pure pleasure— he was so close, so fucking close, he wanted to reach the seventh sky as well.

Todoroki grabbed him by the nape of his neck, his fingers digging right in Katsuki’s flesh, and planted his lips still coated with your juices right upon his. Bakugou could taste your sweet nectar on Shouto’s lips, and perhaps it was the last thing necessary for him to come undone— your taste always had the ability to bring him over the edge, and once more, this time was no exception. Bakugou groaned against Shouto’s lips before breaking the contact between them to share a pure sound of ecstasy of his own and eventually, come undone right in your mouth. A string of the blonde’s cum dripped down from the corner of your mouth, and observing you use your tongue to collect the remaining cum on your chin made Bakugou if he wasn’t going to come undone twice in a row at the sight of this.

« Come on, love, we’re not done yet. » This was the final chapter of all of Shouto’s fantasies, a chapter which was finally bound to take form.

Todoroki snaked his arms around your form to place you right on his lap, once the position was comfortable for the both of you, he placed his length right against your twitching core which was already begging for him to fill you.

« Please, j-just fuck me already… Please… » Another auditive wonder— the sound of you begging was worthy of the most beautiful symphony.

« You asked so nicely, love, who am I to refuse? » A rhetorical question, as expected of Shouto when he led the teasing game.

Shouto filled you instantly, shoving his entire length inside you which caused the unexpected appearance of a moan which you could hardly suppress even by biting your lower lip. An initiative quickly ended by Bakugou’s intervention who tilted your head just enough so he could plant a rough kiss upon your lips in order to prevent you from hushing those sounds of pleasure any longer.

« Don’t be fucking shy, let us hear what you gotta’ say, baby girl. » You looked at Katsuki with pleading eyes, you knew that you were not going to be able to suppress or refrain any of your moans or whimpers, you knew you were bound to become a vocal mess.

Shouto’s hands held a strong grip on your waist, so strong that the tip of his fingers turnt white under the pressure. His rhythm was frantic from the beginning, using the combination of his hips bucking upwards and his arms wrapped around your middle to clash against his testicles. You had the best spot to hear up close and personal the ravishing sounds of bliss coming out of Shouto’s mouth like a broken record. Your arms were wrapped around his neck as a desperate cry for support as his hips were pounding deep inside you until reaching your cervix.

Behind you, Bakugou had already made sure to wet his fingers to prep you. Prep you for what exactly? Oh, well, we all know Bakugou doesn’t handle well being left alone, especially when Todoroki has the advantage of him. The tip of his fingers brushed against your rectum until two of them entered your second hole, he expected this reaction but your moans were ethereal, especially when he was the cause of them. His fingers pumped into your rectum just enough for you to get used to the stretch and to the knew (and double) sensation.

« Be a good fucking girl for daddy and let him fuck you from behind, yeah? » He studied your facial expression and the irregular pattern of your breaths to know whether or not you were fond of his new antics, to which you confirmed his doubts by whispering an almost inaudible « Y-Yes, daddy… »

Nonetheless, the elongated moan you let out in his favor once his fingers reached a bit deeper in your rectum was enough for him to get the clue and replace the feeling of his index and middle finger with the width of his length. A pure sound of pleasure with his name written all over it, if you were to ask Bakugou, he would tell you right away that this is what heaven felt like.

« I-I’m going to cum, I can’t-… » Shouto’s hot breath crashed against your equally as hot skin, it became impossible for him to suppress his grunts any longer.

Bakugou mirrored his pace which had suddenly quickened under the pressure erupting in his lower belly, he could already touch the clouds of the seventh sky, and you were the key to unlocking the divine skies of heaven.

« Fuck… Fuck, I’m close too. » Their grunts matched in unison under the melody of your repetitive moans caused by the double pressure.

With one last thrust from both protagonist, you felt two rushes of hot liquids invade your insides as a moan signed their orgasm. That was it, they came undone and touched heaven as they came inside of you, all the pent up pressure in their abdomen had been set free for your greatest pleasure. You rolled your head back on Katsuki’s shoulder, oxygen had become a rarity under the frantic thrusts of the two newfound victims of passion. Once your lungs felt full again, you released an elongated sigh which drained all of your strength in the process.

Bakugou pulled out first, causing you to whimper at the sudden sensation of vacuity replacing the ever so addictive sensation of being filled by the man who held the keys to your heart. As he pulled out, his arms snaked around your middle and he dragged you with him, hot breaths crashing against your blazing skin. Katsuki put your head over his chest while you mustered up the last bits of vigor you could invoke to find shelter in his comforting embrace.

As soon as Shouto evened his breathing pattern, he felt the urge to join you and Katsuki— laying by your side, his arms draped over your waist, he felt at peace with the two most important people in his life, the true definition of perfection to him. Silence came back again, but this time it was comforting, a silence which held all the fierceness of your feelings for one another. A few kisses were planted here and there on your skin as a silent way to show gratitude, but all three of you were absolutely drained because of passion.

« If you’re still feeling cold, I know a fucking way or two to fix this shitty problem, princess. »

[adonis-koo]

MC being a brat and overstimulating tease!Koo... I NEED IT, NOW YOU PUT IT IN MY HEAD AND I WON'T BE ABLE TO STOP THINKING ABOUT IT WHAT HAVE YOU DONE, WHAT HAVE YOU DOOOOONE 😭😭😭

Note: this is based on my series tease but can be read as a standalone! I endulge y’all waaay to much and now I’m gonna have sub tease!koo fans in my inbox

Summary: It’s 4 in the morning and you’re feeling needy. Whats a girl to do when her boyfriends asleep and a pair of handcuffs is near by?

Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

Word Count: 2k

Tags: handjob, oral (male receiving), deepthroating, dirty talk, (consented) somnophilia, MC is supposed to be bratty but she ends up just domming, sub!koo, overstimulation, so much cum, bondage, use of safe word,

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You knew this was a bad idea. Plain and simple, waking up with sticky panties and feeling horny for no reason at four in the morning on your day off. You should just wake him, it would be easier and Jungkook wouldn’t mind, you knew he wouldn’t. But still, he had to be a smartass the whole week, not so subtly hinting at wanting to be sucked off while he was asleep, mainly because you had been complaining about how you had been woken up with him either dry humping you or already balls deep inside you.

So really, he kind of asked for this…handcuffs aside. Jungkook hardly even shifted at the feeling of your weight on top of him, his lips parted and face soft as you gathered his hands, placing them above his head before carefully putting the handcuffs on.

Admiring your work you felt a hot pang between your legs, he actually looked kind of hot tied up. Jungkook was shirtless tonight, like most nights but he usually wore at least sweatpants or joggers to bed. Instead the AC had been broke for nearly a week and with it being the summertime it was extraordinary hot, Jungkook had been complaining more then you about it but then again you just assumed his body was always elevated in temperature. Seeing him in just his boxers though? It did things to you, the Calvin Klein briefs were strapped to his hips and you were delighted to see the familiar bulge in his pants, even asleep he had a boner. You couldn’t stop the soft smile against your lips as you gently stroked his hair, his nose scrunching a little before relaxing against your touch. His hair was getting longer these days, it drove the clients crazy because he admittedly looked hot but you always thought it made him look more like a puppy.

Filled with affection you lowered yourself against him, gently peppering his toned, broad chest with little kisses, making your way down his body. Your fingers trailed along the band of his briefs, glancing up with a little uncertainty. God only knew what kind of punishment Jungkook was going to dish out later….unless he liked it. The bratty smirk coiled on your lips as you pulled his briefs down. Watching the sight of his mouth watering cock bounce and bob before laying against his chiseled abdominal that flexed at the feeling of his members against his stomach.

His cock was still hardening, not fully aroused but you could easily change that. Gently grabbing his shaft you gave him a little tug, his hips instantly shifting and his cock preening for attention in your hand.

Glancing up you noted Jungkook was still asleep, good. You took care in going nice and slow with his shaft before sliding your hand down to his thick base, watching in fascination at the way his cock continued to steadily grow to the length you were used too. Parting your lips you gave his head a little kitten a lick, a soft moan suddenly escaping Jungkook’s lips as he nudged against the pillow.

Your panties were completely drenched and sweat was beading at the back of your neck. Fuck why did the AC have to break. Pulling his shirt from over your head your nipples hardened at being exposed as you leaned back down to get to work. Taking his head into your mouth as you slowly sucked the bulbous round tip, licking up the precum that dripped on his slit as you heard another round of soft deep moans.

How could he still be asleep? You decided to not think about it as you clamped your hand back around his base, pumping him slowly as you began to take him deeper in your mouth. Jungkook’s hips were eager despite his sleeping figure to go further into your mouth, gently massaging his balls as his tip hit the back of your throat, pausing your movements made a whine emit from his lips. If your mouth wasn’t stuffed full from his cock you would have laughed. Someone was obviously needy too.

You resumed stroking his base as you hollowed your cheeks, carefully taking Jungkook further down your throat before letting go of him to fully nuzzle down to his public bone. Carefully you began to bob your head, wet obscene noises escaping your mouth as you heard a loud moan from him, “Ah fuck baby.” His voice was deeper than usual, ridden with sleep as he moaned, he still looked half asleep as his hips lazily thrusted into your mouth, holding still as he fucked your throat, “Mmm fuck baby, your mouth feels so fuckin good.” Jungkook mumbled, his eyes still closed and his hips lethargic as if drawing out his orgasm to relish in the feeling.

Your panties were completely ruined, arousal making them sticky and uncomfortable as your clit throbbed for friction as he moaned softly, your hands rubbing on his thick muscular thighs as he thrusted into your mouth, was he even fully awake? You weren’t sure but it definitely excited you. You could tell he was getting close, his hips were beginning to stutter and become sloppier as his moans became breathy. Taking back control you took him back down your throat fully, letting your head bob faster as obscene noises became louder.

Jungkook was suddenly moaning a lot louder, his hips buckling into your mouth and cum squirting down your throat as he hissed, “Fuck! Oh holy fuck! Y/n what the hell! Ah! Shit! Oh my god.” He swore out left and right, as if fully awake as he tried to use his hands- most likely to grab onto your head only to find they were bound. Jungkook wasn’t able to scold you mid orgasm though as he continued to moan, letting the last few splatters of his cum paint your throat as you pulled his half hard members out.

“Babygirl what the fuc- Ah! H-hey fuck! Shit that’s sensitive,” Jungkook was fumbling over his words as you clamped your hand on his cock, curious because technically men could cum twice with a little discipline, you began to slowly pump his base as you watched him, Jungkook was like you had never seen, his hips suddenly buckling and heavy breathes leaving his lips, “F-fuck! Y/n ow! Shit my cock is s-sensitive! Mmph! Fuck!”

You never heard his voice so weak and stuttery before, licking your lips you let them curve into a bratty smile, “Yeah? You don’t care when you’re making me cum again and again. I’m just repaying the favor, don’t you wanna cum again for me Koo?” You animatedly pouted your lips before letting spit drool from your tongue to use as lubricant.

“Ah! Mmm oh fuck! You fucking brat.” Jungkook couldn’t sound angry if he even wanted too, a sudden whine escaping his lips making you rub your thighs together, his eyes were heavy and dilated as he tugged on his binds, “Mmph! Ah! Fuck! Fuck! Y/n,” He couldn’t even form a proper sentence as your eyes dropped to his cock that was beginning to harden again much to your delight, “Shit! Shit! Shit! My cock! Ah Y/n! Ah sensitive! It’s so fucking sensitive!” He whined as he threw his head back against the pillow, his hips beginning to wildly buck as his legs were squirming.

“Awwwh does your cock hurt?” You mocked as forcefully straddled his thighs to keep his legs still, whines escaping his throat as his hips determinedly bucked into your hand as if finally pushing past the pain to find pleasure as he needily moaned, “I think you can cum again baby Koo, right?” You poured once more as you get his thighs trembling beneath you, whines shamelessly leaving his lips and sweat was beginning to dribble down his neck, “Cum for your baby, Koo I wanna see your pretty cock covered in your cum.”

You watched in awe at the way his voice trembled and suddenly became a pitch higher from what you had ever heard before, his hips wildly bucking as the whiney moan left his lips, his cock suddenly spurting a large shot of cum, splatting against his cock and abdominal as he whined and whimpered beneath you as you pumped every last drop of cum out of him. You had never seen him shoot a load so big, his cum leaking and spurting from his tiny slit was so hypnotic you wanted to see it just one more time.

“Such a good boy baby,” You cooed out as he whimpered, his long locks of hair cover his red cheeks and his chest heaving before suddenly whining as you continued to gently stroke his oversensitive softening cock, “I’m gonna make you cum one more time baby,” he whimpered in objection despite his cock already beginning to stir at your words, “I know you wanna cum baby boy, his poor cock always so hard for me.” You used your baby voice as you stroked his cum covered cock as something between a moan and a sob choked on his lips, “A-ah f-fuck, Y/n! Please! Please!”

God he sounded so desperate, and it was so fucking hot. Straddling one thigh you began to rub yourself against his hot skin, friction burning in your clit as you softly moaned, “Please what? I know you wanna cum, look at your needy cock honey, it’s all hard again.” True to your word it was, hypersensitive but still standing proud and heavy as you pumped him.

Jungkook cried out as his hips buckled, “F-fuck! Fuck! Y/n!” He whined out, his hips bucking shamelessly into your hand and you could even see his eyes glassy and blown out as he begged, “It’s so sensitive! Ah! Feels so fucking good! Please!” He cried out with a whimper, his hips stuttering as he whined, “I-I don’t think I can cum.”

You moaned at your clit rubbing into his thigh, arousal seeping through your panties as you tutted, “Oh yes you can baby, I know you’re a good boy,” You could tell he wanted it, his hips were so needy trying to fuck himself into your hand, leaning down you grabbed your breasts before placing his sticky cock between your mounds.

Whines leaving his lips as he desperately fucked himself between your tits, “Mmph! Please! Please! Fuuuck I need to cum so bad! Please.” His voice his scratchy and desperate as he whined.

“Cum all over my face and tits honey, I know you want too, be a good boy and cum Koo.” You coaxed as his legs squirmed beneath you and his hips erratically thrusted, he sounded like a little bunny whimpering as cum dribbled from his cock, another pump of his shaft with your breasts earned a large shot that splattered against your chest as he whined as his back arched and kicked beneath you.

“Mmph! Ah! Fuck!” Jungkook whined, his eyes closed and brows scrunched together as the last dribble of cum leaked from his tip, pumping his cock between your tits ready to see that incredible sight again Jungkook suddenly whined as he cried out, “Mm! Fuck babygirl! April a-ah! April fuck, too sensitive!”

The word suddenly dragged you out of your lust filled haze as you abruptly sat up, concern brimming in your eyes as you crawled up his chest, his body trembling beneath you as your lips tugged into an apologetic pout, “Oh baby I’m so sorry, I didn’t push you too much right?” You rubbed your nose against his that dripped with sweat as you peppered kisses against his face while undoing the handcuffs.

Jungkook breath a sigh in relief as his hands wrapped around your waist, “Jesus Christ,” he murmured, pulling you off him into a hug, his face nestling between your breasts despite them being covered in his cum, “No I’m…good…just never overstimulated before…mmm expect punishment later you brat.” Jungkook mumbled into your chest.

You knew he’d hold you to it, yet you couldn’t stop the laugh from escaping you, gently threading your fingers through his hair before pressing a kiss of his head. Jungkook would never sub a day in his life but it was a bit pitiful in an arousing way, watching him whimper and beg to cum. Snorting you glanced down at his passed out figure that curled against you…he said he had never been overstimulated before, who knew, maybe he’d be into it.

[jaeminscoffee]

Nemesis (m.)

Nemesis- a formidable rival or opponent.

Pairing- Seo Johnny x reader

Genre- Smut.

Word count- 3.68k (these just keep getting longer)

Warnings- rough sex (is it a Lyra smut if this isn't included), edging, thigh riding, oral (m receiving), size kink, masochism, unprotected sex, begging, Johnny is cocky af. Could be more but i have no clue pfft.

Summary- From your local club, you find yourself in Johnny's bed

You hated Johnny. No, let's rephrase that. 

You hated Johnny's guts. Having him around always made you the second spotlight of the performance. Doesn't matter where, wherever Johnny goes, people swoon over him like a bunch of wasps. Granted, He's got everything a girl could ask for. Looks, attitude, sweet talks, money, body, you name it. 

You had them all too, but Johnny's popularity made you the centre of attention, that is, after him. 

You would've been fine with that if it weren't for his tauntings. He's inevitable. He's everywhere you go. 

You, till date don't know what the universe has against you, but the pair of you got accepted into the same university, the same company, even the same branch. There too, you're the second, Johnny's the ace. 

So having had to hear 'Johnny this' 'Johnny that' 'oh look Johnny's this' had you fuming by the weekend. And here, you've found yourself in the club, two of your girlfriends beside you, trying to calm your about to erupt veins. 

You felt a little free here, maybe even conceited. No Johnny, you had the spotlight. Oh and you knew it. You'd specially picked out your best club outfit, low cut v-neck, the black fabric barely reaching down your ass, tight fitting, highlighting all of your best features. 

Eyes followed every single move of your body as you vibe on the dance floor, letting loose of all previous tension. With your friends beside you, rooting for you, it was perfect. 

It was only after you'd worn yourselves out, you walk towards the bar, each sitting on one of the bar stools, ordering a drink, you hear your friend's fangirl over some guy or girl, could be any them. You down shots after shots, not paying attention to your surroundings feeling way better than you'd felt the entire week. 

"Yo, he just winked in our direction" Stella said from beside you, continuously hitting your arm as you slightly shove her to the side, "One of us is gonna get some action today and i hope it's Y/n" Lola exclaimed, wriggling her eyebrows at you. 

You give her disgusted glare, chuckling as she kept going with her eyebrows. 

"Eesh" you rasp out, feeling the alcohol start to burn your throat. "Why would you even want that" you inquire, Lola turned towards you dramatically, placing her hand on your shoulder, "Because, you look like a sad hot mess, darling. That can't do" she stated, "Agreed" Stella remarked, eyes still undressing the guy she previously mentioned, maybe even the other guys in the room.

"What? No? I look fine?" you say, more like questioning yourself. "you look fine as fuck and sad. So stop wasting yourself here and go get some" Lola retorted, patting your back and then mixing herself up with the crowd. 

"Yeah you see Y/n? I think this guy's absolutely perfect for you" Stella said, once the both of you stood up to go up to the dance floor again. "Which one?" you ask, eyeing the entire place quick, not actually caring. 

She smiled sweetly at you, turning you around, and pushing you with all the force she could muster up. 

"What the fuck-" you exclaim, feeling your body collide with someone. "-That one, babe, have fun!" she said in a singsong voice, joining Lola. 

"I'm sorry-" you look up to the body you just crashed with, feeling yourself turn solid from spite. Why does he appear every fucking where?

"Johnny." you sneered, pulling yourself out of his grip, dusting invisible lint from your dress. The lad in front of you did nothing but smirk, taking your hand in his and bringing it up to his lips, placing a soft kiss there, taking you off guard. "Y/n." he responded. 

As much as you hated him, you felt yourself drowning in his honey eyes, the party lights in the club making him look ethereal, pulling you out of your facade for a second, before you step out of it, glaring at him again. "Here alone?" he inquired. 

"None of your business" you said, comically as he'd have clearly seen you with two other girls. 

"I see, What got you here?" he further asked. 

"None of your fucking business." you hiss. Johnny let out an airy chuckle, "Aren't you in a bad mood" he asked. "Does that have anything to do with you" you ask through gritted teeth. 

"Practically, no. But I need to make sure if my runners-up is doing fine or not" he said, double tapping your cheeks with his palm. You felt the coldness you previously had melt down, replacing it with nothing more than pure hatred and annoyance. 

"Fuck you, Seo." you reply in a tight voice. "Oh, she's getting annoyed, isn't she?" he said, voice teasing clearly trying to get up your nerves. 

"No." you retort, turning back wanting nothing but to leave the room in order to not breathe the same air as Johnny. "Really, doll?" Johnny asked, bending down to look at you straight in the eye. It felt intriguing, you were drawn to his gaze, trying to break out but to no avail. You look away, clearing your throat, looking back at him. "Yes." you say. Johnny walked closer, "Say.. Does my presence annoy you?" he inquired, obviously knowing the answer, "Yes.." You said, lowly due to the proximity. 

"Then why aren't you walking away?" he asked, you let out a sigh, knowing even if you want to walk away, your friends won't take that well. "Because I can't," you reply, gesturing at your two friends standing still, watching your exchange of words. He looked at them, then back at you with a smirk on his face. 

"I see. That's good. Because I've been dying to tell you this one thing" he moved closer, pushing your hair back, pulling you close by the waist, leaning into your ears, 

"I've got this strong urge to rip that dress and fuck your attitude out of you." 

-x-

That's how after a 10 minute ride, you find yourself, flat against Johnny's wall, hands on either side of your face as the lad didn't fail to explore even one corner of your mouth. 

Maybe it was the alcohol in your system, he looked extremely appealing. That sentence he'd spoken had gotten you all weak in the knees, palms flat against his chest, as you immediately pressed your lips against his at the club. 

This was another thing you hated about him. He's just so fucking fine not even incubus or other sex gods could say no to anything he says. 

You try breaking away from his grip on your hands, wanting desperately to touch him, feel him. 

"Stop squirming." he said sternly, breaking the intense kiss having a string of saliva connect the lips still. His eyes roaming all over your body, technically eye fucking you. 

"Then let me fucking go" you roared, chest heaving from the previous make out, breathing in the air containing his manly musk. Johnny's head made his way towards the side of your face, nuzzling on the flesh before retorting to your earlobe, nibbling on it, you hear him hum. "Hm, why should i do that, doll?" his voice deep. 

"Do you need a fucking reason to let me go?" you ask, rubbing your thighs together, his height making you feel extremely small, turning you on incredibly. 

"If you want the dick better watch your attitude baby, i don't like brats." he replied, biting down on the skin of your neck, making you hiss slightly. 

"Does it seem like i care-ah!" you yelp, feeling yourself get lifted off the floor, you look at him. 

"Behave." he said slow, having the freedom of moving your hands now you immediately pulled his head closer to yours, locking his lips with yours, biting down on his bottom lips. 

He broke away first. Looking at you with nothing but shock and lust. 

"I get what i want, Seo. You don't tell me to behave" you remark, a smirk evident on your face. You hear him let out a chuckle as you felt yourself being thrown down onto the bed. "Not with me baby, you behave, you get what you want. Act like a fucking brat i won't hesitate to put you in your place." his eyes had gone dark, voice dangerously low. 

Johnny made his way towards the bed, shirt already disposed along with his black denim jacket, he eyed your spread our body, admiring each and every curve as you gawk at his toned middle, chest chiselled adding onto why Johnny Seo is oh so perfect. The anger you felt, turning into pure lust, desire of wanting nothing more than for him to ruin you. 

"Behave you say, well you're in for a long ride, Seo. I don't like behaving" you taunt, sending a wink in his direction, moving back the bed as he crawled forward towards you. 

His demeanor was intimidating as he stared down at you with his cold eyes catching your ankle stopping you from crawling further up.

"I shouldn't even give you anything with that attitude of yours, baby." he said, pulling his body over yours, placing hands on either sides of your face, weighing his body down in order to not crush your bones.

"You're saying that cause you know you can't satisfy my needs. Poor baby boy," you feign empathy, running the back of your fingers down his face slowly, feeling his jaws clench.

With one pull, he had himself seated towards the edge of the bed, with you on the floor in front of him, seated between his legs, looking down at the floor as you try calming yourself from the sudden movement.

You felt hands grip your hair, pulling it back, forcing you to look up into his eyes. They were now void of any emotion. It scared you the slightest, but you didn't show it.

"When i said behave. You should've fucking listened, brat." he said, voice dripping venom, making your clench your thighs together, the feeling of vulnerability and how small you felt, made you needier than intended. 

His grip on your hair wasn't soft, your roots felt like they'd detach any second, but you enjoyed every second of the pain. 

You open your mouth to make another cocky retort, when the force of the tug intensified. "Better shut your little mouth and put it for another use." he said, pulling you in closer, his pants discarded behind you as the red angry shaft his toned stomach, the red tip dripping precum making your mouth water, the knot in your lower abdomen tightening.

He looked at you with a demanding look, eyes narrowed as you look up at him, eyes basically begging. 

"Suck." is all it took, and you pounce at his member, earning a throaty groan from Johnny. You start at the tip, licking the slit, clearing of all the white substance there, then slowly wrapping your lips around the head, sucking in gently, wanting to tease him as much as possible. 

Johnny rested both his hands on your head, pulling the hair back in a makeshift ponytail, trying to push your head further down.

"Stop teasing or you'll j-just make it worse for yourse-fuck.." he couldn't complete his sentence as you lower down completely, almost till the base, before pulling away feeling the head hit the back of your throat, activating your gag reflex. 

Not letting you pull away fully, he pushed you back down, mouth open ajar, hitting your throat again, resulting in tears forming in your eyes. 

You bop your head up and down, "That's right baby, uh-" he inhaled sharply as you hollow your cheeks, sucking in too hard. 

You kept moving your head up and down, Johnny setting the pace with his hands still on your hair. You feel your jaws starting to hurt, neck starting to cramp a bit so you move your head faster, desperate to get him to his orgasm. But he had other plans. 

You reach out between his thighs, still sucking and licking on the shaft, hands palming his palms, causing him to jerk his hips forward. 

"Fuck Y/n stop" he tapped your cheeks as he felt his high approaching, but you didn't stop, rather you started bopping your heas faster, with more aggression.

"Ah! s-stop" he said, growing sensitive having his orgasm just by the doorstep. 

Seconds before reaching his high, he tore you away from his dick with a sharp pull, causing you to hiss in pain, and whine in desperation of wanting to taste him. 

You sat there still, wiping your mouth as drool had managed to escape amidst the blowjob while Johnny sat by the bed, looking at the floor trying to catch his breath. 

Once calm and normal, he looked up at you, eyes burning with anger and lust. 

He got up from the bed, while you stayed seated on the floor, making his way towards you with slow, agonizing steps.

"When i say stop.." he took a step forward, the anger in his eyes scaring you completely, making you crawl back. 

"You stop." he took another step forward, you moving backwards. 

"Then tell me. Why didn't you." he bellowed.

You stop your chest from heaving that fast, as he keeps moving forward, you soon find your back hit the wall, nowhere else to escape. 

"Because i didn't want to" you rasp out. 

Johnny took one large step forward, bending down, wrapping his fingers around your throat, standing up, pulling you by your neck, causing you to stand up along with him. 

"You are such a fucking brat.." he rasped out through grit teeth, jaw tense. 

He tightened the grip, moving closer as his figure towered yours, "You look so small, yet you have that attitude. Fucking respectable" he roared pulling you along and throwing you onto the bed the second time. You let out the breath you didn't know you holding in, eyes shut tight, opening once you regained the oxygen he'd cut off a few seconds away. 

Johnny moved up to you, pulling your body towards the edge, ripping your dress off your body, the material of your panties being ripped into two too, as you moan silently at his sudden aggression.

"You're so fucking wet, just like a good little slut. But nope she has to have a fucking attitude" he said, shoving two fingers straight into your core without a warning, causing you to scream. Your juices splattered around from the movement of his fingers, squelching noises produced by how wet you are as Johnny showed no signs in slowing down. 

"John oh!" you moan out. 

His fingers were knuckle deep inside you, curling and pumping in again, brushing the soft spot. You jerk forward, hips moving along his fingers as he pressed the pad of his thumb onto your clit, driving you closer towards the edge. "Mm fuck.. " your voice small, feeling yourself clench around his fingers at the thought of being completely in his mercy. And oh is he merciless. 

"Oh? You seem close, right, pretty doll?" he questioned. You were unable to answer as his fingers moved faster and faster, not able to form a comprehend able sentence only letting out lewd noises. 

His free hand came flat down on your clit, causing you to jerk forward, "Fucking answer me." he resumed playing with your clit. Your knuckles turned white from how hard you were gripping the sheets. "y-yes, i..oh fuck.. I am!" your face contort out of pleasure, feeling the orgasm just two steps away, immediately fading away as Johnny removed his fingers from in you. 

"Come on!" you cry out, feeling your high go further and further away. 

"Hm? What happened baby?" he said, face portraying fake sympathy. 

"Johnny, I was so close!" you let out a sob, unknown to the fact that tears had started falling. You hear him let out laugh, "Yeah you made that clear, didn't know your pussy that strong" he replied, removing the last piece of clothing article from your body, both of your bodies covered in sweat, glistening the light reflecting from the window. 

"Johnny.. Please" you desperately try voicing out, wanting nothing more than a release. "oh she can beg! Pleasant surprise" he marveled. "Say, will you behave?" he asked, eyes narrowed looking at you as you let out a chain of sobs. 

"No if you can't make me fucking cum-" you scream out before being able to complete the sentence, his fingers shoved back into you. 

You were sensitive, shitless, your walls hurt and your orgasm denial was still fresh. "So being treated as a slut it is." he grunted, moving his fingers in an inhumanly pace, his other hand over your waist, holding you down flat onto the sheets as you grip that hand in a tight hold. 

"Oh fuck.." your breathing fastened, feeling the previous orgasm come back to life. 

"you look so fucking good, so small, so desperate for me" Johnny added pressure back onto your clit, rubbing fast circles. 

"Ah!" you yelp when you feel him add a third fingering, curling and twisting inside of you, as you feel yourself reaching your high. You let a cry, orgasm almost there, but one last shove and he removed his finger, leaving your core desperate and pulsating. 

"Johnny please!" you cry out louder, tears pouring down your cheeks faster as you grip onto his hands. He looked at you with a smirk on his face. 

"Want to cum?" he asked, shoving his fingers into his mouth, licking your juices off of it. 

"Yes! Oh yes please!" you reply, nodding your head frantically. 

Johnny acted as though he was thinking for a while, "Well.." he started. 

"You gotta work for it babe" he placed a kiss on the inside of your thigh. "So. Be a good little girl and beg for my dick." he said, seeing you all fucked up, hair all over the place, lipstick smudge, tears running down your face and so small, vulnerable yet you looked gorgeous. 

Now you see, all the rationality you'd previously had was all thrown out the window. You wanted the release. You needed that release. 

"Please, please fuck me Johnny, i promise I'll be a good girl! Just.. Please put your dick inside me, I swear I feel good!" you cry out, spreading your legs further open, as he sees your core glistening. Johnny let out a low growl, wasting not a second, holding you by your hip as you aligned himself by your entrance, the tip poking in. 

He looked at you, seeing you stare back at him, and kept his eyes on you as he pushed in all the way, watching your face contort out of pleasure and maybe the slightest mix of pain. 

"You're fucking right, princess-" he started, pulling his member out completely, before shoving it in, you scream, extremely sensitive but nothing you couldn't take.

"You feel extremely good. So fucking tight" his pace was fast, hips steady, no signs of it going sloppy anytime soon. Your orgasm was fast approaching, the build up begging you for it to be released, he pushed in further, leaning down and capturing your lips in a slow kiss in contrast to the pace of his hips. 

"Joh-n.. I'm g-gonna.. fuck!" you couldn't complete the sentence yet the message was delivered. "Let go baby, it's fine" he said, going faster, rubbing circles onto your clit to encourage your orgasm. 

You cum with a loud moan, clenching around him, trying to shut your legs close from the intensity of the orgasm, but his legs in between stopped you from doing that. 

Johnny slowed down for a movement to help you calm a bit but not stopping completely. Growing impatient as you take your own sweet time to calm down, he gripped your thigh from the bottom, lifting it up to let your leg dangle off his shoulder.

He started fast again, your clenching pulling him closer and closer towards the edge.

You pant heavily, "Johnny i can't.." sensitive from all the edging and the high that not even a second ago. Causing a faint pain in your core, getting you all worked up ready for your second orgasm again. 

Oh how you were a sucker for pain. 

"Yes you can. And you will" he said, going deeper, slowed to feel each and every inch of your inside, feeling you clench around him again. 

"Shit.." Johnny rasped out, feeling his high approaching from your constant pressure on his member.

He went faster, the only sounds in the room being those inhuman sounds coming from both of you, skin slapping and the sound of your wet core being pounded at. 

"Johnny!" your voice wobbly from all the cries and moans, clenching around him faster wanting him to cum faster and get this over with. 

"Fuck baby, scream my name again, I'm so, so close" his voice cracked, hips stuttering, but shoved into you powerfully once again. 

"Johnny, ah!" your feeble voice screaming, your small cunt taking him this well, and your constant clenching pulled his last string. 

You felt him twitch inside of you, then seconds later his seeds coated the walls of your core, driving you to your second orgasm, as Johnny rode the two of you out of your high with his deep voice letting out gasps and groans. 

Johnny flopped down beside you panting from the action, the room smelled of sex. 

After a while of quietness filling the air, Johnny broke it first. 

"Well that was.. Something" his voice was more raspy than ever, as you gulp down the dryness from your throat. 

"Yeah.." you reply tiredly.

"Want to go for a second round and see who lasts longer this time?" Johnny let out jokingly with no actual intention of doing so. 

You turn to your side with a little bit of struggling, wrapping your hands around his torso as you pull your body closer to his.

"Just shut the fuck up and cuddle me"

[jaestay]

A study session with Mr. Bang and Mr. Lee!

Pairing: Bang Chan x Y/N and Felix x Y/N

Genre: Smut

Content/Warning: Teacher-student relation, female reader, age gap (not mentioned), threesome, oral (f, m), anal, double penetration, unprotected sex, semi public.

Requested: Anon- “Could you do an One shot of English teacher Chan x English teacher Felix x student Who doesn't speak very well English? Smut?”

Word count: 3,3k

You’ve always been a good student.

Acing in everything as usual, except English. Your parent and your teachers didn’t understand the sudden drop of grades, on no other subject other than English.

But you knew exactly what the sudden cause to the drop was. The reason being none other than getting extra private classes from your favorite teacher Mr. Bang Chris and sometime his co-worker Mr. Lee Felix.

Both teachers were good looking, young and single, so it isn’t a surprise that the whole school wanted to sleep with them. But you took the need to next level, as you were determined to sleep with one of them if not with both of them.

You constantly had this crazy fantasy of them both taking you in the library, where the usual tutoring sessions would be. You’d edge yourself almost every night imagining them reading out loud your mistakes and making sure you get every grammatical error you made, as both of their cock were dragging inside you.

You put these thoughts aside the as the final bell rang, shivers of excitement run through you, knowing that it’s time to go to the library and meet your hot English teacher Mr. Bang.

Truth to be told all throughout your school career, you lowest was always English, because it was not your native language and it was always difficult for you to speak because you have a heavy accent. So falling behind wasn’t a difficult task for you. And to everyone’s disappointment, you indeed took a big step back.

You quickly dropped by the toilets to check if everything was in place, you do not want to be out of place for your favorite teacher. You fixed your hair and applied an even coat of your lip balm, which smelled like strawberries, also spraying yourself with your favorite perfume.

Maybe it was the dirty thought you had at class or maybe it was the seducing scent of your perfume that you just sprayed, an idea that today you must have him dawned on you, your heat also getting wetter at the same time. Without missing a beat you started fixing your pleated skirt by pulling it up from the back a bit just to showcase your back thighs more than usual, you also leave two more buttons undone from your button down white shirt, reveling a good portion of cleavage out, for those willing to look.

Feeling contented with the sudden changes, you giddily packed your things up and skipped to the library. You showed your student ID to get in and quickly went into one of the rooms that you always have classes on.

He was already there, and surprisingly with Mr. Lee on his side, discussing some exam questions. They quickly concluded their conversation when they saw you.

“Good evening, Mr. Bang and Mr. Lee, did I interrupt you?” you asked with your heavy accent and smiling, owing to the fact that you were happy to see both of them and to be in the same room with them.

“No, y/n, don’t worry” Mr. Bang smiled back at you.

“Now, quickly get your things so we can start”. Mr. Lee said with urgency. His deep voice echoed through the room, it sent a tingle of sensation through your whole body.

You give them a perplexed look when they both moved to the side of the table leaving a big gap between them. It took some time for you to understand that both of them are going to teach you and they want you to sit in the middle of them.

While looking at them, you observed that the undone buttons didn’t go unnoticed from both of them as both of them kept staring at your chest and not in your eyes like they always do. Feeling confident enough, you turned around, and when you had your back facing them you let your bag fall to the ground. You slowly bent down, to pick up your book and pencil case from inside you bag. You could hear their breath hitch when your shorts inside your skirt came to light, which at the same time revealed the curves of your butt mesmerizingly to them.

Without hesitating, you took your designated seat, in between them. You couldn’t believe that you are really living this. Oh, how often you’d let your hand under your panties thinking about this scenario.

“May we start now?” you asked innocently looking into their eyes, just as you squished in between them, to sit.

“No baby, it’s -shall we start now” both them laughed, you blushed not only at the mistake but at the pet name too, making you more wet and clench around nothing, as you felt the wetness sliding inside your pussy.

“Yeah right, sorry”, you said rubbing the back of your neck from embarrassment, while squeezing you thighs to ease the movements down there.

They start the class like normal, bringing out your past exam paper to pin point your mistake, so you could work on them.

“Are you wearing perfume y/n?” Mr. Lee asked, abruptly, while he took a sniff of you.

“Mmm, lavender” Mr. Bang added from the side of your ear, as he was suddenly close to you.

Take aback from the unpredicted inquiry, not understanding what they are saying well and the closeness, you jerked a bit to the side, then out of nowhere, you felt Mr. Bang’s nose rub against your ear accidentally when he came to take your scent in again, you let out an audible moan at the sensation.

You suddenly opened your eyes and clapped your hand on your mouth as you blushed deep red. You quickly stood up and sat on the table as you stared back at them, who were looking at you with wide eyes. You took a second to look deep inside both of their eyes and you noticed that their pupils were fully blown out, because nothing other than blackness of desire started back at you.

Suddenly you were pushed back until you back hit on the table by Mr. Bang, and  you saw Mr. Lee walking away to lock the door, because you heard the tiny click.

After the two men exchanged glances, Mr. Lee came from behind the table and Mr. Bang from the front trapped your small figure in-between them as you struggled to breathe. You took a deep breath as both of pressed their chest against your body.

You tried to push them away, with the little bit satiny left in you. Even though this is exactly what you wanted, you suddenly felt little uncertain.

But when you felt Mr. Bang’s lips on your and Mr. Lee’s lips on the back of your neck, you immediately gave in. You moaned as your hands went to grab their hair to push them in deep. His kiss is full of desire, it’s like he knew what he came for precise and taking the enough measurement to make you more turned on and make you needier.

When you ran out of breath you tired pull Mr. Bang away, just as you took a deep breath, Mr. Lee came in, with his open mouth over yours, you took his scent in, and bucking your hips as you felt his sloppy kiss leave a trail of saliva on your chin. You moaned into Mr. Lee’s mouth when you felt Mr. Bang’s mouth on your neck and going down.

“Please” you wailed as you had to push them away to take deep breath as you were getting lightheaded.

“What happened now, princess?” Mr. Bang asked mocking you the same time.

“Yeah come on, we know you want this, you think we didn’t notice the way you stare at us” Mr. Lee announced as they stared at you making you shiver just by looking at them. How did they know your best kept secret? Where you not that secretive? Did your gaze of desire give it away, as he said, and made them aware of your wet dreams? Your questions to your self was bought to en end when Mr. Bang made it more comprehensible for you.

“Or the way your thighs press together, when I speak to you” Mr. Bang declared, licking his lips. Your body really gave away the need of wanting them, because you were too horny whenever you saw them. You stare deep in to Mr. Bang’s eyes, to know if he really meant what he said and if he knew more of your secret.

“Little selfish of you to think that only Chris want to rail you” Mr. Lee broke you from the trance that trapped you in the eyes of Mr. Bang and you look at him apologetically as you were letting him know, he is also in your wet dreams, that were supposed to be secret.

“Nah, I think princess imagines both of us ruining her, don’t you?” His Australian accent heavy, as he nodded his head towards waiting for an answer. You stared at both of them, not knowing what to say, should you humiliate yourself and admit that they are reason you orgasm every night or keep denying them?

“By the way, you okay with this?” Mr. Lee uttered, concern filling his face. Thank god that he broke the tension building between you and Mr. Bang.

“You okay with both of us taking you?” flirty Mr. Bang asked you winking at you.

They left no space for you to think as they reattached themselves on top you. You quickly nodded at them as you push them on to you more. Mr. Bang quickly pulled your shorts down and Mr. Lee ripped your shirt apart and quickly pulling you’re your bra over your head.

You let out a deep moan as your wet pussy hit the air. You lie there legs apart and supporting yourself on the table, as they both look at your hard nipples and your shimmering pussy folds, in awe and mouth agape.

You got shy under their ogling eyes and try to close your legs but that ended nowhere as they immediately pulled it open to keep looking at it. They both got close to your pussy, then Mr. Bang blew at your wet clit and you squeezed your boobs at the sensitivity and letting out a whine.

“Dude, she’s dripping” Mr. Bang states as Mr. Lee comes to the front, so he could sniff your juicy cunt, he groaned at your scent, he cannot wait anymore. Both of their eyes shine back at your shining pussy.

“Damn, princess, all this for us?” Mr. Lee asks you. You have no idea what to say as you had no idea what he meant because you were too flustered from what was happening in front of you.

You mutter a quick “No” since you were confused.

“No?” Both men said in unison, as they let out a laugh. You were really confusing them.

“Tell us baby do you want it or not” Mr. Lee asked you, patience and care dripping his voice.

“Are we not getting our message of wanting to fuck you raw, across?” Mr. Bang urged you, as he couldn’t wait any longer than this.

Your twitch at his words. As they swiftly move and you feel Mr. Bang leave open mouth kisses on your nipple as he bite it down and swirled the sensitive top in with his tongue.

“Mr. Bang” you screamed, your hands were flying to catch him as your other nipple was being pinched and squeezed by his delicate fingers.

“It’s Chris” he corrected you, in the tone he always use to point out your mistakes. You clench around nothing at the use of that tone.

Mr. Lee on the other hand, stated kissing your inner thighs, you grab his hand, with your other hand to stabilize yourself, he quickly moved to kiss your pussy lips, and you moaned his name but he quickly corrected you to only call him “Felix” for the night.

His teeth nibbled your nub and started giving you long licks, inhaling your pussy fold to inside his mouth as he hums from satisfaction. You opened your mouth to let out a inaudible moan, taking advantage of your state Chris moved from sucking your nipples to, quickly unbuckling his belt pushing his pants down and freeing his hard on.

After getting on top of the table, he tapped his cock on your tongue that was hanging out from your open mouth. You opened your eyes and saw his pink tip begging to get inside your mouth, you quickly swallowed his tip and licked it, and suddenly from a confidence boost you decide to take it all of him inside, but you choked as you were inexperienced at this.

He pushed your head back and looked at you, and since you smiled back at him innocently, he pushed his cock back in you, making you take his whole cock inside your mouth. You closed your lips at the end of his dick and your tongue on the inside rubbed against the slit of his tip, making him let out deep, vibrating groans, which made you more wet while, your slick were being swallowed by Felix.

You took quick glances down when you felt Felix’s lips leave your already sore pussy, you watch him as he tapped his dick on to your wet pussy. After smirking at you, he tried to push inside, but because his girth was too much, your hit his chest to stop him, because you were still swallowing up Chris’s cock.

Felix made Chris pull away from your mouth, to make it easier for you, so he pulled you up and made you bend over the table. Your head hit the cold table and you arch your back to Felix. At this position Felix tried again, this time though, a bit by bit but he slipped in, making you see starts by each push but nonetheless, when he bottomed out you motioned that you need some time to get used to it the feeling of his cock stretching you out.

Even though you had experience before, you were completely new to this, imagining how it feels is completely different from having them in front of you, you noted to yourself.

While you were waiting, Chris, understanding that you’d need some time and to not waste any more time on his plans, pushed his fingers deep inside your ass hole, you cried out at the new feeling. Now you need time to get used both of these stretching you out to no end.

Just when he started pushing his second finger and started scissoring you, both you and Felix let out deep moans at the feeling. Because Felix could also feel the other males hand through the sheer walls separating them. The feeling of his fingers inside your one hole and Mr. Lee’s dick on your other made you shed tears from sensitivity. Mr. Bang noticing it kissed your tears away

“You okay honey, do you feel stuffed enough” he mocked you again, you cannot take any more of his teasing as his fingers were plunging inside you.

His words made you squirm without you knowing. You cried more when he pushed third finger inside you. Felix also started moving up and down. The intensity is making you see white as your eyes roll back from the pleasure that was filling you up. Felix moved swiftly inside you. You groaned and moaned as you feel his width filling you so deliciously.

“Fuck, you feel so good inside me” you shout out to Felix

“God, baby y-you too” he kissed your back as Chris pulled away.

“Pull her up” you hear Chris said tell Felix.

He was broken from the trance and while still inside you, he pulled up to his chest, you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist and arched your back so it would be accessible for Chris to enter your anus. Felix felt you clenching around, from excitement and started moaning as he was having hard time not to push his dick in and out of you, but he had to wait for Chris to bottom out, so it wouldn’t be difficult for you.

Chris pushed his dick inside your gaping hole with ease, as his fingers stretched you enough. All of you wait another two minutes to get used to this feeling. The sudden movements from both of them stuffing both of their cock made you wail and scream from pleasure. You spasmed and twitched as both them started fucking you without mercy, from the start. Filling both of your hole not caring about your tears or the fact that you’re squirting.

You on the other hand, squirted and cummed as soon as they both started moving up and down inside of you, you couldn’t control it anymore, it felt too good. At the middle of your session as the vulnerability and sensitivity from both the cock filling you up sent you to overdrive. You scream both of their name and dug your nails deep in Chris’s arms which were holding you up from your hips.

“Did you come princess?” Felix asked you as you where bouncing on their cock, unstoppably.

“Shit, you are clenching so hard” Chris scorned at you, “you squirted so hard too”

“Chris, Felix, o-oh my god, stop, please” you sobbed from hypersensitivity.

Seeing you in these state and the constant clenching around both of their cocks made Felix also edge.

“I’m gonna cum, baby” he moaned and sped up to a speed you didn’t know he could go, as he was thrusting with like there is no tomorrow in to you.

“Inside me, please” you wailed when he squirted his liquid deep inside your walls. Meanwhile the over-stimulation has turned in to pleasure again as you feel his sloppy thrusts. When the sloppy thrusts changed angles and started hitting against the wall which was being filled by Chris. You cry out Felix’s name as you feel the Chris groan against your neck, you knew he was close, so were you.

“I’m gonna finish too, baby girl” he moaned out.

“You too, inside me Chris” you screamed, not caring if you are in library or anywhere, because your climax was dangerously close. You clenched immensely around both of their dick, filling you up as you cum again for the second time, which also sent Chris to end it inside you.

You both pant loudly, as Felix stared at both of you coming down from your high. To thank both of them, you started kissing Felix as he was in front of you. Your lips move delicately, as both of your lips fit like a puzzle piece, like you were made for each other. After the romantic kiss, you turned around and give the same attention Chris who had sweat running down from his forehead. Funny to you, he also fit you just like a puzzle piece. You brush off the feeling of spark you felt when you kissed both of them.

They pulled out, while you whine from over-sensitivity and let you lay down on the ground to clean you up. Before cleaning you up, they took a look at you. You had both their releases coming out and running on your to your thighs, you were sweating and you had dried tear marks all over your red cheeks, but overall you looked so pretty in their eyes as they stared sweetly at you. All of you smile smugly as you knew that this won’t be a one-time thing!

After they started cleaning you up, all of your head snapped to the door as you hear a knock, bringing you back to reality.

“Oh fuck!” Mr. Bang said in surprised,

“Shit, no!” Mr. Lee uttered while looking at both of you, waiting for what’s to come.

[vintagedaydreams]

True Love Never Runs Smoothly Part Six (Carlisle)

Part Six for the Carlisle version!

Yes, I know that I usually update Marcus’ story first, but Carlisle’s just came so much easier this time around. So! Treat for those who are following this story arc!

This chapter was not beta’d, nor was it proof read. #Wedielikemenhere

Without further ado – or delay – the Carlisle update.

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  You were not in a good place. Okay, physically, you were in a beautiful room in an ancient castle in Italy, but mentally and emotionally? You were just this side of traumatized.

Realistically, you knew that vampires drank from humans. And realistically, you knew that not all vampires enjoyed your company, (the last few weeks in Forks had been testament enough to that), but to have a vampire attack you and try to drain you while in said beautiful and ancient castle in Italy?

Not cool.

Very scary.

All you wanted to do was go home. Go home and seriously forget that anything remotely supernatural existed. Your life would be so much easier. So much…quieter.

That’s what you wanted. Quieter. Easier.

And that’s why you were leaving. Today. Screw any diplomatic anything. You were out.

You were changing back into the clothes you wore here, since you didn’t want to take anything that wasn’t yours and never packed anything for this sudden trip, when a knock resounded through the room.

You froze, not sure if you wanted to scream or cry.

Couldn’t they just leave you alone?

“Come in,” you finally sighed, tugging your shirt on and plopping down on the bed.

The door opened and Aro glided in. Literally glided in. How the man wasn’t gay was still a mystery to you. He was the most feminine vampire you’d met so far – including Rosalie.

“Cara mia!” came the delighted exclamation, as if he hadn’t seen you in years. “How are you doing?”

You crossed your arms, more as a comfort gesture than any hostility.

“Fine, all things considering,” you said after a moment.

Aro’s happy smile faded and he nodded, gesturing to the bed next to you for permission to sit.

As much as you would have liked to decline, it was his castle after all. So you grudgingly nodded.

“It is the ‘all things considering’ that I’d like to talk to you about,” the flamboyant monarch said after he had seated himself with more pomp and circumstance than you were sure was necessary. You were just a human after all.

When you didn’t say anything further – honestly, you were a little scared about what he was going to say next – he continued on.

“My brothers and I have been talking and we do not feel that an Innocent such as yourself should be made to suffer from the side effects of a Neglected Bond.”

Your stomach twisted uncomfortably.

“And….what does that mean?” you whispered after a few minutes of Aro just sitting there, staring at you.

“It means that we have come up with two solutions to your…predicament. You are free to choose whichever solution you desire, though I am sure that with your spirit and your independence, you are not going to like either one. However, in a situation like this, with these players and these circumstances, these were the only two solutions that my brothers and I could come to any sort of agreement on.”

You waited with baited breath and Aro seemed to gather his thoughts.

Which you knew was bullshit. The man was a three thousand year old vampire – he didn’t need to stop and gather shit. He knew exactly what he wanted to say and how he was going to say it.

Dramatic asshole.

“What are the choices?” you finally ground out, tired of waiting and breaking the silence first.

“First,” Aro started, all business and any earlier levity gone, “you must promise to chose and abide by one of these choices. It is not only out of duty as Rulers, but also out of concern, that we have set these decisions. We are giving you freedom to choose, which is something that very few beings get. You have the ability to choose whichever path you feel is better for you, but you will have to obey the stipulations that come with each choice to the letter. Any variance that we are alerted to, and we will choose your fate. Do you understand?”

You gulped, not used to being on the receiving end of this kind of attention from such a powerful being.

“Y-yes,” you swallowed, heart kicking up a few notches as your imagination started to run wild. Everything from being turned by the end of the day, to dying as a human, filled your mind.

“Now, cara mia,” Aro soothed, voice honey sweet and more affectionate now, “know that we have your best interests in mind. Neither choice was meant to hurt or inconvenience you, but rather to help you. A Neglected Bond is not a pleasant thing to go through. And while you should – hopefully – feel less of the symptoms since you are human, there will be some side effects all the same and those may affect you more drastically since you are human.”

You gave a shaky nod, eyes wide and heart hammering.

“The first choice,” Aro started, manner again businesslike, “is to stay here in Volterra. My brothers and I have been around for collectively, around nine thousand years, give or take a few centuries. We have gathered a lot of information and ‘tricks of the trade’ so to speak, and have a few ways around some of the more nasty effects of the Bond. We also have members of our Guard that can help as well, making us a rather indispensable resource for those Neglected.”

You weren’t sure what your face was doing, but it must have been telling enough, for Aro gave a small chuckle that was devoid of humor.

“I didn’t think that would be the route you wanted to take.”

You couldn’t help the blush that spread across your cheeks.

“It’s not that I’m not grateful,” you started hastily, not wanting to offend the vampire that had been ridiculously good to you since you came here. You just didn’t want to stay here any longer! Nothing with them, but this place…it just reminded you too much of all this Bond catastrophe.

At least at home, you could try and pretend your life was normal. Much easier to go back to what you were doing before, than try to carve some normalcy out of an ancient vampire castle.

“Rest assured, Young One,” Aro said with a friendly pat to your hand, “I am not offended. I understand your reasoning. Like I said, I did not think that you would want to stay here. However, I am almost certain you will not find the decision so easy to make once you hear of the second option.

Your other choice is to return home, but to have daily contact with the Cullens – Carlisle more frequent that the rest.”

Now you knew what your face was doing – it had to match the rage and betrayal that was rushing hot and heavy under your skin.

“Of all the dirty, underhanded tricks!” you snarled. “You know how they have treated me, how he has treated me and now one of your stipulations is that I am in constant contact with them?! How is that not going to harm me?! How is that having my best interests at heart?!”

A loud, deep growl sounded out from the vampire in front of you and all of your rage fled in the face of pitch black eyes and bared fangs.

“It is because we have your best interests at heart that we are making you choose between these two paths, Y/N,” Aro growled loudly, sounding more predatory and…monstrous, that you had ever heard any vampire sound. Even the one that had attacked you in the corridor.

It looked as if his control was hanging by a thread and you felt a fission of fear run through you.

“It does not please me to think of you back in Forks, with the coven that is responsible for your current condition. However, Marcus seems to think that you would do well, flourish even, back at home where you have some comfort and confidence.”

The way his voice snapped towards the end made you think that if it were up to Aro, you wouldn’t have a choice and you would be staying in Volterra. Permanently.

Which almost sounded like a better idea.

“You will need to decide soon, cara mia,” Aro’s voice broke through your thoughts, once again sounding soothing and affectionate.

You looked up and were met with ruby red eyes.

“The Cullen Coven is heading back to Forks later tonight – after dark. If you are wanting to return to Forks, it must be with them. Otherwise, if you are staying here, we can make sure you have ample time to say your goodbyes to Bella and young Edward.”

You worried your lip between your teeth – Aro was right. The choice was not quite so easy once you were aware of both choices!

And they really weren’t giving you a lot of time to make a decision either. No rush. You just had a few hours to decide your future and how exactly you wanted to negate some of the nastier affects of the Bond.

You frowned.

“Aro? You’ve explained to me how staying here in Volterra would help with the Bond’s affects, but how would me going with the Cullens and seeing Carlisle almost every day help if he’s the reason behind the Bond being affected like this?”

“Even though my dear friend is the cause of this, his very presence will help stabilize the Bond. While the Bond can read intent, it takes awhile and for the most part, at least at the beginning, close proximity to your Intended can and will relieve the symptoms. Simply being around someone from Carlisle’s venom every day and the vampire himself at least every couple, should satisfy the Bond for now.”

“For now?” you echoed warily. “Then what happens?”

Aro hummed, a small smile lighting his face. “That is for another time.”

At your indignant protest, he held up a cold, marble hand and said firmly, “There is a very strong chance that Later will never happen in this situation. Rest assured, we will be monitoring everything and should it get to the point where we need to step in for your safety and health, we will. But it’s best to not even get into that until the time comes. Unnecessary worry solves nothing, Y/N.”

You gave a slight glare, but let it go. If the man didn’t want to tell you, there was nothing you could say or do that would make him tell you. Though, you didn’t think that knowing all the facts about something that was affecting you negatively right now was ‘unnecessary worrying’. More like ‘smart battle tactics’.

Damn dramatic vampires, always having to keep you in the dark about something.

Would it kill them to actually be forthcoming about something before it became an issue?

Probably.

But no matter. Right now, you had a decision to make. Stay here in Volterra, never see your home or work or friends again and have some vampire voodoo make it to where your Neglected Bond was manageable or go back home to your house, work and friends but have to stay in constant contact with the group of vampires that pretty much made your life a living Hell for the last few weeks.

Both of these choices sucked.

“Why can’t I just go live in England by myself for the rest of my life?” you muttered on a sigh, running a hand through your hair.

It would make your life so much easier – consequences of a Neglected Bond be damned.

“Caius will be pleased to know that you are not a fan of either my choice or Marcus’,” Aro commented lightly from beside you and you gave him a Look.

“Good for Caius,” you deadpanned, feeling a well of frustration bubbled up inside of you. Vampires did remember that human brains couldn’t compute and think things as quickly as vampire brains could, right? Like, humans were much slower at everything. Including decision making. (The fact that you were naturally a procrastinator didn’t matter right now.)

Aro suddenly stood, making you startle and look up at him.

“I will leave you to it, Y/N. A guard is stationed outside your door – simply notify them when you have come to a decision and they were notify the proper people.”

“Thanks,” you said automatically, mind already racing through the pros and cons of each decision, feeling the deadline moving steadily closer.

Damn vampires!

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So, never again were you going to make life altering decisions about your mental and emotional health on so limited a time frame.

Your bottom lip was bleeding from you chewing through it and you were pretty sure your hair could win a country music award with how much it was all over the place from you pulling at it and running your hands through it.

But you did it.

You had come to a conclusion.

It wasn’t easy and you hoped to never have such a sucky choice again in your life, but you did it.

You would be going home to Forks with Edward, Bella and the Betrayers Six.

As much as being in Volterra would probably be better for you in the long run, right now you needed familiarity. Stability. And your own bed.

The rest would sort itself out.

Besides, you were supposed to be in contact with someone who shared Carlisle’s venom every day. Edward would fill that void just fine.

And then every couple of days, Carlisle could…stand on the back porch or something.

As long as he was close, that should satisfy the Bond. Probably. Maybe. Perhaps. You really needed some more information on this.

Especially if it was going to dictate your foreseeable future.

With a gusty sigh, you straightened your spine and headed to the door to alert your guard you were going home.

Hopefully, you could find Edward and Bella before having to see the rest of the Cullens.

After alerting your guard as to your plans, you were instructed to stay in your room until someone could come fetch you.

Fetch you? Out of everyone in this castle, you were not the one acting like a child!

But you agreed and took a seat on your bed again.

This was actually helping you to realize you made the right decision. If you stayed in Volterra, you wouldn’t be able to stay in your room 24/7. You’d go insane!

A knock sounded at the door and then Edward entered.

“Eddie!” you exclaimed in legitimate relief and joy, hopping off the bed and running to hug him.

A normal person!

Well, as close to normal as any vampire could get at this point.

A low chuckle echoed through the room and you couldn’t help your entire body relax. It just felt so good to be with someone familiar!

“Make sure you don’t touch Aro on the way to the plane,” Edward said with a huff of laughter. “You’ll end up hurting his feelings at your anxiousness to get away.”

You pulled back enough to see Edward’s face, your mouth opening to deny that you were that anxious to get away – Aro had been so good to you, the last thing you wanted to do was hurt his feelings! – but Edward gave you a crooked grin, beating you to it with a soft, “Teasing, Y/N. Aro knows you are just happy to get home.”

You scrunched your nose up at Edward; he would tease you right now.

But it worked and you felt yourself feeling more like yourself than you had in weeks.

You could do this. It was going to suck, especially at first, but you could it.

“Everyone is ready and waiting by the jet,” Edward said quietly as he ushered you out the door and down the hallway. “I thought we would arrive last and then we could leave as soon as we get there without having to wait for anybody.”

You nodded in thanks, squeezing his arm in gratitude.

“Bella is already there?”

“Yes,” Edward confirmed, “she’s holding her own against them. I think she was honestly excited for me to leave and get you – she’s been dying to have some ‘quality time’ with everyone. I guess the last time she yelled at them wasn’t enough for her.”

You gave a snort of amusement, so thankful to have the support of both Edward and Bella. They really were going to be your rocks through this.

It didn’t take long for you and Edward to come up on the jet. The rest of the Cullen Coven were standing fairly close together, though you noticed Jasper and Alice a bit farther away from the group.

Bella stood farthest away, facing the golden eyed vampires with her hands on her hips.

You seriously loved that woman.

“She’s taken,” Edward murmured to you with a grin and you rolled your eyes and shot back, “You’re a lucky bastard.”

Edward’s chuckle was drowned out by the starting of the jet’s engines. The Cullens slowly began migrating to the ramp leading up to the jet, giving Bella a wide berth to your great amusement.

To your surprise, though you weren’t sure why it surprised you, Aro was there to see you off.

“My brothers would have loved to be here as well,” he assured you and you fought not to roll your eyes. You could just bet. “However, they are needed for a sudden, unexpected trial. I did want to see you off before I go and join them; do be careful and remember what we discussed, alright?”

You gave a small smile, not really enjoying the reminder of the whole ‘listen to our rules or we’ll decide your fate’ thing, but…it was nice to know that you had a group of people watching out for you.

You untangled your arm from Edward’s and walked the few steps forward to give Aro a hug. He really had been amazing to you since your arrival days ago.

“Thank you,” you murmured into his chest as his arms came up to wrap around you as well.

“Of course, Cara Mia,” he returned, giving you a last gentle squeeze before you took a step back. “You are an honorary Vampire and one of us now,” he continued with a smirk. “Please, do come visit us soon – no matter the outcome of your Bond.”

You gave a soft laugh, seriously touched that he seemed to give two figs about you.

“You can count on it, Aro. Thank you.”

The King bowed his head and then called to the small number of guards in the area before making his leave.

Edward came back up to you and gently steered you towards the plane where the ‘family’ of vampires who had made your life Hell for weeks, hated your guts for something completely out of your control, and then suddenly tried to get in your good graces after a scolding from vampire royalty, were waiting.

What an amazingly awkward plane ride this was going to be.

[caxsthetic]

Agape

Iwaizumi Hajime x F!Reader

(n.) the highest form of love. Selfless, sacrificial, and unconditional love; persist no matter the circumstances. Always giving and devotes total commitment to seek the highest and the best.

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The venue bathed in brilliant summer sunlight as the season changed. Spring had gone, replaced by summer that rolled into the world, giving warm tingle to everyone’s soul. Today the sky was painted blue, not even a glimpse of clouds could be seen on the horizon right now.

In the countryside, two families gathered together to celebrate this special day. The day when two different families moulded into one to create an endless linkage. The day when two souls become one, to begin an everlasting journey with each other by their sides.

The celebration would be held in a property with a private beach. It was tricky, knowing that too much wind could wreck the entire venue. But the couple took the risk anyway. It was a day that would happen once in their lives, and they wanted it to be special.

At one of the buildings where the groom prepared themselves, a couple of lovebirds could be heard through the entire room. It was soothing and rare to find those birds near the sea. Maybe, it was a sign, hopefully a sign for something greater.

Yellow light from the sun illuminated one of the rooms. A large mirror with gold intrication planted on the creamy wall. The room was filled with clothes, beverages, and some flowers that would be put in the suit pocket later on.

He stood there with a suit wrapped around his figure. The suit was chosen by his best friend, something that he was actually afraid to do since he knew how bad the fashion sense that his best friend had.

But he just had to do it, he cherished the friendship that has been going on for years between him and the professional volleyball player. And right now, he was actually satisfied with how well the suit complimented him. He was muscular, and it was hard to find a suit that was just right. So it made him feel grateful to find one that could glorify his figure perfectly.

Sweat started to form in his forehead even though the air conditioner filled the room he was in at the moment. Another man with soft chocolate hair stood there while humming a tone, the best friend that he cared so much.

“You are too tense, Iwa-chan~” Oikawa sang sung while once again styled his hair to the back, “Everything would run smoothly, I am sure of it!”

“Tch, don’t jinx it, Trashykawa.” Even though his words were malice, the intonation that followed didn’t scream annoyance at all, “I couldn’t believe you actually came, you know.”

The brunette stopped his doing and turned to look at his best friend, the man who was always there for him, even at his darkest time.

“You are my best friend, Iwa.” It was rare to hear the brunette called him without any honorific, knowing well his whole life he had to hear his name with a chan every single day.

The two men just looked at each other, a small smile plastered on their faces like they thought about the same thing, “Even though I am broke as hell to fly here and back to Argentina next week, it was worth it.”

The spiky haired man chuckled to hear the remark. He didn’t actually expect his best friend to accept the invitation, knowing that the professional volleyball player still had another year in Argentina.

But then, this is just a glimpse to show how powerful the friendship that he had. Once upon a time, the brunette even left the chance to go to an elite school because he didn’t get accepted there. It was still imprinted on his heart, to have a friend who would do anything to just stick together. Even though the said school could bring the brunette to a more promising future, his best friend didn’t care.

“Well, I want to be in the same court as you,” It was raining, the two high school boys walked side by side with umbrellas in their hands, “Not as foe, but as a friend, as teammates.”

Oikawa Tooru was someone that rarely showed his real facade. But when he was just with the ace, that’s when his real nature appeared without filter, knowing well that he couldn’t be hurt with the spiky haired boy by his side.

“You are so sappy,” Iwaizumi punched the brunette’s arms playfully, but it ended up more powerful than he thought, making the poor setter winched, “But thank you, Oikawa.” A little smile plastered on his face, “That means a lot to me.”

The brunette was dumbstruck. He really wanted to just take a picture since it was rare to see a gentle smile on his best friend’s face. But then he smiled too, knowing well it was a friendship that would last forever.

“You are always welcome, Iwa.”

The little knock from the door woke them up from the little memories that were running at the back of their head. The groom immediately looked at the grandfather clock at the corner of the room, only to find that it was time.

It was time to finally make you his, the woman that captured his heart in a blink of an eye.

“Ready, Iwa?” His best friend pocketed his hands while looking at him with a playful yet reassuring gaze, “If you are not ready, I don’t mind to be the one who stood at the end of the altar, you know.”

“You are a trash,” That remark annoyed him and he just walked past the cackling man who would never get tired teasing him, “Come on, or Mattsun will take your place as the best man if you didn’t stop laughing.”

The brunette snickered at the threat and followed his best friend outside. Once their feet touched the outdoor pathway, ocean breeze immediately caressed their skin. And for Iwaizumi, it felt like the ocean itself telling him that everything would work out perfectly.

The sun was now seated quietly at the west side of the horizon, lightening up the mood to be warm. Everything it touches would turn into a golden array of sun, enchanted the whole venue like nature gave a blessing already to the event that would unfold in minutes.

He stood in the middle of the aisle, family and friends started to sit in their arranged place. It was a wedding with some rustic touches, flowers embroidered on each of the wooden seats, complimenting nature with each other's superiority.

Slowly but sure, he walked towards the wedding ceremony arch. The wood was simple, painted white to make it look pure. A cordon of lanterns set on each side, lighten up the pathway around the arch. Flowers once again adorned the top of the arch to match the entire venue, some fell to the ground as the wind blew.

“It’s your day,” He jolted a little when he heard his best friend by his side, “I can’t believe you would be the first one who got married.” The brunne pouted. Even though he knew he didn’t think about marriage at the moment, it made him wish he had someone too.

“Well, not my fault you choose only sex and not the love.” Iwaizumi smirked, making the poor man pout even harder, “But thank you for being a trash sometimes,” A smile emerged on his face as he remembered the first time he met you.

“What?” The brunette was at loss, confused by the genuine confession, “Oh!” But then he remembered, he remembered at one point he decided to get early to the gym, leaving the ace behind.

“Trashykawa, crappykawa,” The wing spiker muttered under his breath as he walked alone to the school while rain pouring down from the sky, “I am going to throw some volleyball at him, I-”

Then he stopped all of a sudden when his eyes lain on you. It was raining, and you didn’t look like you had an umbrella or anything to save you from the merciless rain.

You stood on the sideways, body’s shivering with how the weather turned dark all of a sudden. The sun was out when you were out of your house, but luck decided to test you all of a sudden, turning the sunny day to be melancholic.

The fact that you hate getting wet didn’t help you at all. So you decided to just wait until the rain was gone. But after minutes, the sky was still dark, making you let out a long sigh, knowing for sure that you would get stuck here a little bit longer.

“You are Aobajohsai’s student, right?” You yelped when you could feel a hot breath on your neck. It made you shivered more than the freezing temperature, “I didn’t mean to scare you,”

When you were calmed down, that’s when you realised who the boy was. It was Iwaizumi Hajime, the ace of your school volleyball’s team, the boy that with his every movement could make your heart flutter.

You are too starstruck as you look at him, hearts thummering like crazy. You always found the man fascinating. How he cared for his teammates, the respect that he gave towards his opponent, all the little gestures from him was amusing.

And you couldn’t help to just stare at him as you absorbed the warm that he radiated with how close the two of you were at the moment. He was muscular for a high school student, you could see it even when the uniform didn’t do his figure justice.

“Are you alright?” He was genuinely worried with how red you looked right now, “Are you sick? Do you want me to accompany you back home?” The question caught you off guard. Who in their right mind would escort a stranger while they basically were late for school.

“N-No!” You cursed at yourself for stuttering, “I-I am fine, Iwaizumi-san.” He widened his eyes, wondering how he could never see you before. And he felt guilty for not knowing your name right now, “You should go ahead, the bell would ring in a few minutes.”

You fiddled your fingers, staring at him as you tried to usher him away. It’s not that you hate the company, and it would be a shame if the two of you didn’t end up as an acquaintance. But he was a student too, just like you, and you didn’t want to be the reason for his lateness.

“Then let’s go.” He pushed his umbrella to hover on your figure a little, “My umbrella may not be big, but at least it could prevent us from being soaked completely.”

“But, you still get soaked either way!” You tried to protest, “I don’t want you to be sick, you have a game this weekend and I need you- I mean, we need you to be healthy.”

He let out a long sigh when he realised that he just met a stubborn girl. Though he’s not going to lie, your little scold that you threw before made him feel warm inside.

“I am not going anywhere if you didn’t come with me.” But you were not the only stubborn human here, he was too, could be stubborn some of the time, “I will wait here until you agree to come to the school with me.”

You frowned, but in his eyes, it makes you look like an angry kitten instead. And he couldn’t help but blush a little, sadly, it went unnoticed by you.

“Alright, alright. But I want you to be under the umbrella completely.” You stood next to him, keeping some distance, “Come on, then.”

He was thinking of a way to make the two of you completely safe from the rain. Something appeared on his mind, a sight that he had once seen when Oikawa walked with his ex-girlfriend in the rain.

“Can I wrap my arms around you?” The question that he uttered made you lose your composure completely. Imminence blush crept on your face, jaw dropped and mind not functioning, “I am sorry, but I have to.”

Without waiting for your answer, he wrapped his right hand around your torso, making your body to flushed with his. He started to walk, occasionally glanced at you to see if you were soaked or not.

“W-Why are you doing this…” He could hear your little voice as you mumbled under your breath, “You didn’t even know me…”

He was too, didn’t know why he had the urge to just protect you from any harm when you showed how care you were towards him. And he was for the first time, proud for being an ace, making you realise his existence.

But it was just something inside you that was pulling his heart every time you talked. It was still there, tugging inside him as you were now in his embrace. The second he pulled you towards his arms, he felt something that he never had before.

Your body that was flushed with him didn’t only warm his body. But his heart too, started to feel the unfamiliar warm. And right now, he wanted to feel more, he wanted to know more.

He wanted to unfold the feelings that he had right now, and he wanted to do it with you,

“Then let’s change that.” He stated, looking down at you as you looked up, eyes locked with each other, “My name Iwaizumi Hajime, what’s yours?”

You knew you had a crush at the man. But right now, at this moment, you felt more than just a mere crush as the two of you walked under the same umbrella. It was something more powerful, you know what it was.

And you wanted to unfold the feelings that you had right now, and you wanted to do it with him,

“My name is (L/n) (F/n),” You gave him a little smile, realising that your embarrassment started to dissipate as the two of you walked, “But you can just call me (Y/n).”

A chant of violin filled his ears, notify the whole venue that the bride was ready. One by one, family and friends started to stand, eyes focusing at where you were standing right now.

Your hands gripped at your father, tightened when you could feel everyone’s eyes in the room. To say that you were nervous was an understatement of the century. You didn’t dare to look up, eyes focusing on the heel that you wear.

Since morning, you were a nervous wreck, afraid that you would trip even though you wouldn’t wear a stiletto. Your shoes were just a five centimeter heel, nothing that you couldn’t handle in your daily life.

Your father tried to reassure you that it would be alright, but his sweet whisper couldn’t dissipate the anxiousness that was tugging inside your heart.

“Sweetheart, please look up.” The two of you started to walk down the aisle, “Look up, I promise you didn’t want to miss this.”

Taking one last deep breath, you brave yourself to release your gaze and trust your father completely. And right now, you felt like you walked down towards an angel.

He stood there with a warm smile plastered on his face. His spiky hair caressed by the ocean breeze, making him look like he was a star in some kind of romantic movie.

Everything moves like a slow motion as you noted all the little details that unfolded in front of you. He was the first person that could make your heart feel like this, he was the one who could make you live, not just exist.

From the time he shared his umbrella with you, you knew for sure you wanted the event to be replayed for the rest of your life. You wanted to be in his embrace, falling to the deep love that his body conjured.

Your eyes never leave his figure, too transfixed by the magnificent human being that you proudly called your lovers. Slowly, your father gave your hand to him, to be cherished, protected, and loved, forever until the end of time.

And when your hand fell on his, you felt like some kind of power struck inside you, spreading all over your body as it strengthening you. His other hand helped you to arrange the lace on your dress that was unruly due to the wind that blew.

Once the two of you stood on a perfect stance, the wedding officiant cleared his throat, gathering the attention of all family and friends. You looked deep into his eyes, olive green eyes gazed into your soul, suffocating you with immense love.

“To (L/n) (F/n), the angel from the rain,” He called out to you, wanting you to hear every syllables that was out from his lips as he shared his vows, “From the day I met you, I know there was a foreign feeling inside my heart, tugging me to made me come back to you,”

Tears started to appear at the corner of your eyes, and he gently wiped it all away with his thumb, “You have always be there on every step that I took, boosting my confidence, reminding me endlessly that I am loved, even on my worst days,”

At this moment, he really wanted to just smash his lips into yours, but he held himself back, knowing the wait would be worth it, “So, I promise to support you during good times and bad times and to never let this world break your kind, loving spirit.”

He said every syllable with so much passion, letting it roll out from his tongue like it was the words that he had been chanting since he was born. Every word and every promise seeped into your heart, proud to call the man in front of you as your husband.

Being loved by him was like he was the last of your kind. As if he speaks the same language as you that no one could be able to. To be around him was like finally not being alone as when he pulled you to his embrace, it felt like you were strolling in summer meadow.

How was that he was so much more than sunshine? How did he breathe life for you when no other can? Why was that he became your medicine? And by time, no one could love you like he does. So you promised this to him- while you breathe, you would become his in mind, body, and soul.

And when the officiant allowed him to kiss you, he took his time. He cupped your face, caressing your tear-stained cheek with his thumb as he tried to imprint the sight in front of him into his heart.

Because your love was so whole, his missing pieces appeared. Because your touch carried such passion, what was scarred became soft once more. Because you were steady and patient, his open wounds have time to seal and vanish.

Perhaps that is why they say love was such magic, a gift from the universe, a sweet addiction to the someone he was born to find. For with his twin soul, you, the only other born in the same flame as him, the two of you were able to bathe one other in warmth and light as easily as you and him breathe, immune and oblivious to darkness.

And the love that you radiated was sealed, by the first kiss that you shared with him as husband and wife in the middle of the ocean breeze. The kiss that started your journey together, not as you and him, but together, as one soul.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*     ༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ ♛┈⛧┈┈•༶    *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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