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lalunanymph · 6 months ago

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sucker punch (m) — sae itoshi

in the pivotal moments leading up to the most significant fight of his career against his estranged younger brother, sae meets a girl who turns his entire world upside down

warnings:- underground fighter!sae, fem!reader, heiress!reader, reader is coded to be feminine (wears dresses, makeup, heels, etc), language, cursing, rin is down bad for his gf, mentions of blood, mentions of food, mentions of alcohol, sae's repressed emotions™, mentions of injuries, sae hurts reader (a bruise)

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✯ chapter 3

“Where are you taking me?”

In hindsight, Sae would’ve thought it was ridiculous to keep you blindfolded when he was just taking you to the beach. But, this wasn’t just any beach. It was the one spot in this rancid city he found solace in everytime the clamour of staying alive got too loud for him to handle.

He chuckled wryly. “It’s a surprise.”

You huffed and crossed your arms, looking way too adorable in your pink spaghetti strap dress that he almost leaned over the console to peck your cheek, never mind he was speeding down a highway.

“People are going to think you’ve kidnapped me.”

“And not tie you up?” Sae mocked, oblivious to your face flushing warmly. “I’d be a pretty shitty kidnapper, don’t you think?”

He caught you shifting in your seat out of the corner of his eye. His smirk widened. “Don’t tell me you’re actually turned on by that?”

Your pout stretched across your pretty pink mouth, and he ached to swipe the expensive lip gloss off your lips. He restrained himself from diving headfirst into his lust, fixing his eyes back onto the road.

“Maybe,” you mumbled breezily, and jumped when you felt his large hand on your thigh.

“You really are a little freak, aren’t you?”

Your laughter reverberated in the car, but you didn’t deny him. Sae let it slide, focused on the horizon where the beach was coming up. Once he stopped the car, he helped you out, holding your hand and carefully guiding you, his face close enough for his voice and warm breath to touch your neck. It made the idea of this entire trip even more mysterious when you smelled the familiar scent of a sea breeze.

“Okay, stop here.”

There was a rustling sound, and you waited patiently for him to reappear, hands laced demurely in front of you.

“Take off your blindfold.”

You did as he said, blinking your eyes to the scene that greeted you.

A chequered mat was set down on a relatively empty stretch of beach, held down at the four corners by a few weights. On top of the mat was a simple spread of food and sparkling juice. The sun was just right at the horizon, casting a warm orange glow around the serene scene.

“Sae…”

His pinched frown turned into a secret relieved smile behind your back when you cooed at his efforts.

“This is so nice! And the beach is really pretty, too.” Eagerly you turned around to him, touched by his gesture. “Thank you.”

Sae caught you in his arms, taken aback by your fierce embrace. His face flushed warmly, a pink dusting on his cheeks. “You’re welcome.”

You untwined your arms from around his torso, beaming up at him with the brightest smile he had ever seen. “Let’s eat before the food gets cold!”

He had packed some sandwiches and a few pastries, a perfect accompaniment to the tart, sparkling juice he poured into two blue plastic cups. Afterwards, he read out the remainder of Romeo and Juliet to you as your head was pressed against his chest, drowsy eyes and flushed cheeks warmed from the day and your happiness.

Sae wished that it would never end. That the sky didn’t have to be dotted with the first sign of stars.

“How did you find this spot?”

He hummed, staring out into the waves. “I used to come here all the time after a fight. To just sit with the waves and my own thoughts. Didn’t matter if I won or lost. It’s peaceful here.” Turning to you, his teal gaze softened. “I found this place by chance. I got lost trying to get to the main beach and took a wrong turn. Best mistake I ever made.”

“Sounds like serendipity,” you mumbled back, tracing patterns onto his bare chest. The wind was picking up and you started to shiver.

Sae noticed your discomfort and reached into the basket, pulling a woven blanket out and wrapping it around your shoulders. You gave him a grateful smile, tugging the other end onto his chest to give him some of your combined warmth.

The last sliver of orange was in the sky, a deep inky blue splashing across the heavens and bringing out the faint specks of celestial light far away.

“Did you know that these stars are the same ones Cleopatra, Davinci and even our first Emperor used to gaze at?” you asked in a soft, reverent voice. You couldn’t see his expression, but you felt his curiosity pique.

“Are they?”

You nodded. “The stars we see now from our end are the same ones our ancestors used to see all those centuries ago. Cool, right?”

“Hmm.” He seemed like he was gathering his thoughts. “I never looked up at them long enough to know that.”

“Because you like to have your head firmly on the ground,” you teased.

“And you have your head up in the clouds,” he shot back, unafraid to go toe-to-toe with you. That was another thing you loved about Itoshi Sae. Where others would concede to your whims and ideas because of your status in life, Sae was not afraid to push back and remind you that you were just as human as him.

You smiled and kissed his jaw. “Fine. You win this round. The next time, I won’t be as easy.”

A playful smirk teased the corners of his mouth. “Good. Don’t. I like arguing with you.”

You smoothed your palm down his chest, admiring how firm his muscles felt underneath your touch. “Sae?”

“Hmm?”

“Where do you see yourself in 5 years?”

He paused to think your question through, a furrow appearing in his otherwise creaseless brow. “Since when did this become an interview?” he shot back, and nearly broke his irritated front to release a laugh when you pouted in annoyance.

“I just wanted to know you better.”

Lacing his fingers with yours, Sae pressed the soft underside of your wrist to his lips, contemplating your question.

“I guess… I see myself stable. Money in the bank, the boys happy and well-fed.” He added after a beat of silence. “No more fighting.”

“No more?”

He touched his gaze to yours, nodding firmly. “No more. It’s not a life I want to live.”

“Then what made you choose this life in the first place?”

I didn't have a choice, would be his honest answer. The less sappy one was, “The money is good.”

You flitted your gaze down to his hand holding yours. “You seem to care about money a lot, huh?”

“When you grew up not having it, yeah,” he countered back, ignoring the shock widening your eyes at his vitriol. “If you’re used to it, money can seem like nothing. But, if your whole life was empty of it, it’s everything.”

Dropping your gaze from his searing one, you nodded. “I… I understand.”

Do you? He wanted to bite back. What does a rich girl like you know about starvation? About living on your last thousand yen. Or, not having enough food to feed your little brother?

As if you could read his thoughts, you exhaled shakily, raising your palms to cup his face. “And I’m rooting for you, Sae. I want you to get through this.” A sad smile graced your lips. “I want you to be happy and live better.”

He swallowed down the heavy, greasy sensation of a choked sob. Turning his face away from you, he gestured to the setting sun. “It’s late. Let’s go home.”

Like the world slowly descending into night, Itoshi Sae drew the blinds on his past, cloaking you in its darkness. Unable to show you his real self.

You hesitantly peeled your cheek from his chest, eyes downcast. “Sae?”

He got up, trailing his gaze to the paisley blanket. “Yeah?”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, fiddling with your fingers. “I only wanted to know you better. I didn’t mean to intrude or make you uncomfortable.”

The prickly defences he held close to his chest like armour fractured slightly at the edges. He looped his arm around you, drawing you to his chest. “It’s okay,” he mumbled into your hair. “I’m not mad.”

And it was the reassurance you wanted to know that Sae was still yours. That he still allowed you to stay in his life.

It was all the comfort you needed.

The U20 and Blue Lock match grew closer and closer, encroaching upon your calendar like a red circle of doom.

You had held your tongue so far with Sae, but you couldn’t keep the curiosity from overflowing. There were days when you came to terms with the fact that you didn’t know much about the man who shared your bed. All you understood was that he was determined and hardworking—never one for speaking much unless he was prompted.

He was pushing himself further with his training, putting in late nights and crawling back into bed in the early hours of a bleak morning. Like clockwork, your arms would always wrap around him, welcoming him home with a kiss on his forehead and a nuzzle into his shoulder.

Itoshi Sae had crept into your bloodstream, slotting himself into your life like your favourite cardigan. Those nights of falling asleep in your large bed alone seemed a distant memory whenever you woke up in the morning with his body pressed to yours. The dinners you took alone with all of Tokyo spread out from your balcony like a shimmering, lonely promise turned into lively conversations about books, pets and life.

Those paperbacks you were once too busy to read were perched on your knees every weekend, opened up to the last page you both left off for you to speak out those lines into the peaceful living room and his patient ears. Cooking was no longer a chore but a time for you to bond with Sae on his favourite childhood dishes. He loved the kombu salad you made a few days ago, shyly asking if you could pack it into his lunch bento box the next day.

And yet, no one else knew of this secret love affair unfurling behind closed doors.

Sae had not introduced you to his world beyond that time you had reached out to him in Oliver’s gym, and you were afraid to take him to places where your other rich friends would haunt in case he would feel uncomfortable. In a way, it was a half love affair lived through snatches of shadow where the sun could never touch.

But, like fantasy, it had to come crashing down to make space for reality.

It happened during one fight before the Ult Match. Sae was slated to go against a rookie from Blue Lock—a warm up match leading to the one with his brother.

He hadn’t even told you he was going to be in the ring, and you came back home to a nasty shock.

Trails of blood dotted your pristine floors, leading into the bathroom. You followed it, heart in your throat, gripping your pepper spray to your chest. When you opened the door, you found your auburn-haired lover bent over the sink, trying to wrap a piece of gauze around his ripped arm.

Your heart fell into your stomach, and you dropped the spray, alerting him with your gasp. “Sae!”

He averted his gaze from yours, concentrating on his wound. “It’s nothing,” he tried to reassure you, but it came off as cold and dismissive instead. “I’m patching myself up.”

You observed him struggling to wrap the bandage around his torn skin, conflicted if you should help.

Sae wanted to tell you that it was okay—to go and eat your dinner first as he fixed up what that rookie fucker gave him. But, he never expected your cool touch on his bicep. Or, your silence as you took over, gripping the end of the bandage and winding it around his injury. Sae leaned back against the sink, bare-chested and flushed with both agony and sweat.

“How did this happen?” Your voice was low and judgement-free. Filled with curious apprehension.

Sae grunted. “Asshole had a knife on him. I barely dodged it when he managed to catch my arm. Oliver gave me a pair of brass knuckles during half-time and I paid him back for the wound. On his face.”

You winced, but didn’t stop to work on him. “You have to be careful,” you urged softly, unable to look him in the eyes so that he wouldn’t notice the sting in yours. Tears started to well, threatening to spill from your lash line. “I-I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Hey.” As if sensing your composure about to go downhill, Sae brought you back from the brink by caressing your cheek with his cold fingers. He coaxed you to look at him, searching your gaze and growing sober by what he found there. “Don’t need to cry for me. Happens all the time.”

You dropped your gaze back to his wound, and he dropped his hand to his side. Despite your understanding of how sensitive this topic was to your lover, you just had to feed your destructive curiosity; trying to find a pulse of kindness in this man you desperately wanted to know inside and out.

“What if you had to give Rin a similar injury?”

A silence unlike any other stretched out; loud and fragile. You held your breath. Sae exhaled noisily.

“Then, I’ll do it. We’re fighters in the ring, not brothers—”

“I don’t understand you.”

To him, you sounded angry and irrational. But in reality, you were truly despairing because what kind of brother could stomach even thinking about physically wounding his own younger sibling?

It was impossible. Sae wasn’t made of stone. He was human, warm and vulnerable. You could tell he had the power to love if he just let his heart come out of the shadows. But, you had sorely overestimated him; Itoshi Sae was tainted with a cruelty that coated his true desire for love and comfort.

His stubbornness would be the malaise he bore onto his own shoulders; a self-sabotaging foe he mistook as a friend.

You bulldozed on as you viciously tightened the bandage around his arm a little too hard. “You’re so… so aloof. This is your brother you’re talking about and you’d be willing to hurt him. To kill him. It’s like you don’t have a heart, Itoshi. All you’re so focused on is being the best that you don’t care who you hurt along the way. I don’t think—”

Sae wrenched his arm away from you. You stopped in the middle of your rant, fixing him with wide eyes.

You had seen Sae disinterested, annoyed and even disappointed whenever he complained about how useless the other fighters were. But, you had never seen him in a complete red cloud of rage.

“Shut. Up.”

His unexpected rebuke left you cold all over. “W-what—”

“I said—shut up.”

He grabbed both of your wrists, dragging you close to his body. Ignoring your terrified squeak, he pushed you back into the wall, using his bulkier figure and strength to trap you against the freezing tiles. You bit back on a yell when he dug his fingers into your wrist, setting off sparks of pain running up your arms.

“Sae—!”

“You’re such a fucking pain,” he snarled, and you had never been as terrified of him as you were now.

“I wish you would just get the fuck away from me. I wish I never met you. All you fucking do is meddle in my life and try to play an important part in it. Don’t you see? You’re useless. I don’t need you to fight my battles. Stop fucking trying to butt your way into my problems. I only entertained your advances because we needed your money. You were a means to an end and I fucking swear I will never listen to Oliver’s plan again—he wanted me to do this. To trust you. He’s such a fucking pain—you’re such a fucking pain.” He released your wrists to deliver the death blow to your already shattered hopes, teal eyes gouging into your soul. “I never wanted you in the first place.”

The air in the bathroom became still. You smelled the rusted tang of his blood on your skin, on your sink. You heard him swallow loudly; your own breathing kicked up a notch, growing ragged. Dragging your eyes from his to the floor, you counted the splatters of red.

One, two, three… and you lost track.

Like scattered bloody stars dying across the universe of your bathroom floor, they were too hard to count.

Some of it smeared under your feet, staining your pristine white heels. A reminder that Itoshi Sae brought destruction with him wherever he went.

“Y/N—”

You flinched when he tried to reach out for you, drawing your throbbing wrists to your chest. The outstretched hand withered to his side, uncertain and despondent. His stare burned into your neck, your chest, trying to lap at your face. From the corner of your eye, you felt him open his mouth, his sudden regret like an unwelcome stranger rudely bumping into your shell-shocked body; their apologies had zero meaning and sincerity.

Smoke signals went off in your brain and the smog clogged your lungs. It felt like you could’ve dropped dead from asphyxiation, the entire room spinning in your periphery. So, you ran from the fire as fast as your legs could take you.

Turning around, you rushed out of the bathroom, ignoring his weak cries for you. You stumbled towards the fridge and rummaged for some ice, dropping it into a white cloth and pressing it to the part of your wrist that ached from his cruel grip.

The tears you held back trickled down your face, pinning you to the spot. You heard him come behind you. Felt his touch on your waist.

“Shit. I didn’t mean it, Y/N. I’m sorr—”

“Get out.”

Keeping your eyes fixed on a water stain ruining your otherwise pristine sink, you ignored his silent pleas; how he tugged on your arm gently to get you to look at him.

“I went too far—”

“Get out of my apartment before I call security on you.”

He dropped his hand like he had been scalded. “Baby—”

“Now, Itoshi.” You fought hard to contain the tremble in your tone. “Get out now. Before I change my mind and throw you out myself.”

An agonising minute passed where you both were at an impasse. Waiting for the other to give in first; Sae hoping that you would turn around, and you desperately wishing he would leave you alone.

Finally, he retreated after sensing you were too angry and terrified to give in.

Falling into your spiralling thoughts out of fear, you stood stock-still, hearing him rummage around your bedroom, trying to pack as quickly as he could. With his overnight bag of things, you let him up and leave your life. He put his shoes on, the scuffles of worn out rubber soles on the marble floor loud and grating.

Then, he walked out of your life for good.

The door slammed shut, and after what seemed like centuries, you defrosted. It felt like rain was pouring over your wounds, trying to remedy what was lost in the fire.

You unglued your lips, released your clawed grip around the soggy, lukewarm cloth in between your fingers. Your eyes closed, breath caught in your throat as you slowly turned around; completely afraid that his disappearance was a figment of your imagination and that he would still be there. But, when you pried your eyes open, he was gone.

For a second, you ached to call back for him. To tell him you didn’t mean it; that you wanted to try again.

He meant everything he said to you though, the chiming voice in the back of your mind gloated. He never even loved you. Ha! Love. You really thought he loved you, huh? That you two could be together. This isn’t Romeo and Juliet, you pathetic bitch. This is real life. Juliet didn’t have to pretend to die because it was Romeo who stuck a dagger into her chest first.

Sae killed us first… and I let him.

You slid to the ground, ignoring the splatters of water on the floor and blood still smearing the soles of your heels. Curling your knees to your chest, you pressed your forehead to them, choking back on the grief threatening to rise in your lungs.

Eventually, the forest fire that burned you down was engulfed in salty waves crashing into the wrecked trees, turning the world dark behind your watery lids.

For many years, the loveless turned their eyes to the stars to beg for the person of their affections to see them. They meticulously counted shooting stars, weaving desperate wishes of reciprocation on the still ones.

But, you couldn’t bear the thought of those celestial lights looming over you anymore. You never wanted to look at the stars again for as long as you were under the night sky.

There was nothing left in them to hope for.

His apartment had never felt this quiet and lonely.

Sae used to think he had filled up every crevice and space of this simple home he rented for a few thousand yen a month to keep the loneliness out. Books, cheap art, a creaky bed and even his threadbare collection of vinyls dotted the space from his measly effort of padding his life with meaning.

None of it felt familiar. He was a stranger surveying a foreign land.

Whose books were these? Who chose this colour for the bedsheets? Why weren’t the walls adorned with art?

This wasn’t his space. It had never been his.

But, this was where he belonged.

After setting his bag down on the couch and starting the kettle, he walked into the bathroom, trying to wash the grime and exhaustion off his face when he saw it. The tiny bottle of moisturiser you kept beside his sink.

Sae hadn’t even noticed it was there, evidence that you had wormed your way into his life without a single complaint from him because—for some unconscious reason—he had wanted you there.

Feelings were always a tricky subject with him, and the discovering of something deeper and tender filled him with a sorrow that was quickly trying to smother before it spiralled out of control.

Like a scientist stumbling upon signs of life on a once uninhabitable planet, he picked up the vial with the sombre reverence of making an earth-shattering discovery. Holding the tiny bottle in his comically large hand, he ran his thumb along the golden lettering and intricate design.

One second, it was in his hand, and in the other, the bottle flew out of his fist, shattering into a tiny million pieces against his bathroom tiles.

He had finally done it—what he was too afraid of doing a few weeks earlier.

Sae had effectively uprooted any signs of you—any signs of life—before it could fully bloom.

The hole you carried right under your ribcage continued to grow over the days when your phone remained empty.

Loving Itoshi Sae was hard, but you never expected it to be this difficult.

Sure, you both had your flaws (stubborn, short-fused, egotistic), but you expected him to at least try and sincerely apologise after hurting you. Nights of laying awake were wasted on bringing up his contact, typing out an angry paragraph only to delete it and switch your phone off. Exhaustion was your newfound friend, and you wore her like a badge of dishonour to everything your father had taught you about life, fighting and love.

No daughter of mine will ever have to get her hands dirty like I did just to feel welcome in this world.

You rubbed the spot over your wrist that had bruised over as you briskly walked down the hospital hallway in the direction of your father's grand suite. Once in front of his doors, you composed yourself, knocking on the wood three times.

“Y/N?”

“Mhm.”

“Come in.”

He was sitting up today, spooning some oatmeal around his bowl. The wrinkles on his face deepened when he smiled at you.

“Hi. You look well.” You sat on the chair next to his bed, hiding your bruised wrist behind your bag.

Your father chuckled. “Anyone would look good if they have nothing to do but eat, sleep and watch the news.” He shrugged and tipped his bowl over to give you a look. “And eat boring, bland oatmeal everyday.”

“It’s good for you,” you chided, taking over before he could protest and mixing the fruits into the beige sludge. “And you need to eat more fruits. I heard from the front desk that you sent them back to the kitchen. Twice.”

He kissed his teeth, making a face. “They taste salty.”

You chortled, putting the bowl back down on his hospital table. “It’s to preserve them better.”

Before you could retract your hands, your father took the left one, scrutinising the noticeable bruise on your wrist. “This wasn’t here the last time. What happened?”

Cautiously, you pried your hand away, hiding it behind your back. “I fell,” you lied, the corners of your mouth tight despite your smile. “Anyway, how have you been?”

You changed the subject and he frowned, remembering why he called you here in the first place.

“You remember Maeda-san? From my fighting days?”

“The one you destroyed with a Scorpion kick.” Your father’s legacy as one of the most lethal underground fighters in Tokyo left many in awe. It’s too bad his life of violence and brutality left him with untreated nerve damage that cost him his legs.

As if he could hear your thoughts, your father gently steered the topic back to safer waters. “Well, he has a son. Miyaki-kun. And I would like you to meet him.”

You blinked. The idea of your father orchestrating a blind date for you was definitely not in your cards when you mulled over why he suddenly wanted to meet you on a random Tuesday morning.

“What is the reason for this?” You proceeded to ask him slowly. As much as you were the apple of his eye, your father still ran the biggest underground ring in Tokyo. His word was law in your world.

“Miyaki-kun wants a wife,” your father’s bluntness left you speechless. “And we thought you would be the perfect candidate. The both of you are level-headed and he has a good professional background to support our endeavours.”

Money. Maeda Mikayi was loaded and your father wanted to leverage on that. Sometimes, you wondered if Sae was right: that money was everything and everything was money in this corrupted world.

At the thought of your (ex?) lover, you cringed, unable to separate your heart’s truest desire from reality. “I… I need to think about this.”

“Y/N,” your father’s wrinkled hand rested on yours. He coaxed you to look into his eyes, the paternal twinkle in them hard to ignore. “You’ve been alone for so long. Don’t you think it’s time to settle down? You’ll be so much more powerful with someone capable by your side.”

You are useless. I don’t need you to fight my battles. Stop fucking trying to butt your way into my problems. I only entertained your advances because we needed your money.

Sae’s words unexpectedly echoed in your mind and made your expression falter. Your father was quick to notice.

“Y/N?”

You struggled to recuperate your smile, though the sting behind your eyes gave it a watery quality. You hoped he didn’t notice. “Tou-san… how did you feel after mama divorced you?”

At the reminder of your mother who was currently in Seoul with her new husband, your father’s face deepened in regret.

He exhaled deeply, the corners of his mouth twitching. “Why’d you ask, darling?”

“I just…” you lost your words and he nodded, as if he understood you completely.

Kissing his teeth, your father began a familiar tale from his side of the narration, one you hadn't heard of before. “When your mother requested for a divorce, I was against it. I thought I could fight my way out of it—fight for her affection back—but she had her mind set.” He smiled again, but this time, it was tinged with sadness. “I knew it was my fault. I barely paid her any attention. Fighting and money took over my entire life. I didn’t know anything else but it. And she had had enough of me.”

You nodded, casting your eyes to the stark, white bed sheet. Your parent’s tale sounded awfully familiar. “Did you ever regret it?”

“Everyday,” he answered without a beat. “But—” his features softened. “—I would never hold her back from her true happiness. If it wasn’t with me, I’m glad she could find it with someone else, even at the expense of my own.”

You looked at your father—really looked at him. From a man who had a God-like build, he was now a frail husk of the legendary fighter you grew up loving and admiring. He was almost swallowed by the hospital blanket, the muscle loss making him look feeble and meek. Your heart broke all over again for him.

Unexpectedly, you leaned forward, kissing him on the forehead. “I still think you’re the strongest man in the world, tou-chan.”

He smiled at your childish honorifics for him. “Well, I guess that’s all that matters to me.” Sobering, he nodded, looping back to the question he asked you before. “So? What about meeting up with Miyaki? Maeda and I have huge plans for you two and we would love it if you both hit it off.”

You didn’t immediately respond to your father’s curiosity. A beat of hesitation passed where there were no noises in this room beyond your notched breathing. “You want me to marry him?”

A part of you prayed your father would say ‘no’. But, this was reality; wishing on stars led you to nowhere.

“Yes,” he said, and grinned. “But, it won’t happen tomorrow. If you both like each other enough, he will pop the question. And if he does, I want you to accept it. I want to see you happy, Y/N.”

I am happy, you wanted to argue, but it would be a lie. You couldn’t wait for wishes on a star to come true.

His name loomed in the back of your mind, dreary and bleak.

Sae…

He had revealed his real sentiments for you. He had shown you his true colours; how the man you fell in love with was nothing but a paper mache of your own projected desires and hopes. Despite what you wanted to believe, he didn’t like you.

He only tolerated you for your money and what you could bring to the table. Sae never saw you for who you were, or the potential you could have in his life.

It should’ve been the end of a story you knew very well.

Friends who had used you for your fame and wealth flashed in your mind. Men who chased after you because of the yen signs attached to your name made you internally curl up and want to cry.

I’m never loved for what I have but what I have to offer. You nearly sobbed at the thought. I’m never enough for anyone.

But, you had a choice. You had a choice to be valued differently and it started with taking the very first step in choosing you.

“Okay.” You gave your father a small grin. “I’m open to meeting Miyaki-kun, and if… if something good comes out of it, I might be open to more.”

Your father’s hopeful smile was infectious. There was no way you could deny him when he looked this happy.

“I’ll make the necessary arrangements,” he retorted and paused.

After a second of silence, he murmured:

“Give Miyaki-kun a chance. I believe he can make you so very happy if you open your heart to it, Y/N.”

The needle piercing the bulge of coagulated blood under his eye drew a sharp hiss from Sae.

In the corner of his hazy periphery, Oliver frowned. “Nanase got you real good there.”

No shit motherfucker, he wanted to snarl. As if he could read Sae’s mind, Oliver sighed. “You were sloppy in the ring. Your mind is not here, Sae.” A frown decorated his scruffy features. “What’s gotten into you?”

Despite knowing how much of a prickly person Sae was with his privacy, Oliver was still determined to discover what was making his starfighter lose his focus during fights.

Your name was right on his tongue, but Sae swallowed it down.

“Nothing,” he muttered coldly, wincing when more blood trickled down his cheek. “Mind your damn business.”

“Is it Y/N?”

Sae swore if he didn’t actually have a soft spot for the guy, he would’ve socked Aiku in the face. The other man wiped the stained needle on a white cloth, his frown turning into a smirk.

“Did she help you relax before the fight? Is that why you’re acting so damn floozy?”

Sae didn’t answer him, and Oliver continued with his monologue, used to his friend’s stony silence. “I heard some news about Y/N’s family. They’re about to sign a deal with the Maeda's. Dunno if you know.”

He had no idea what Oliver was talking about, but the sudden mention of your name was enough to draw the spark of interest back in his dull gaze. His friend must’ve noticed his perplexed eagerness, and chuckled.

“Bet your girl will tell you later. But, I heard it’s big news. Could mean something good for us.”

With those words, he patted Sae on the back just as the second halftime bell went off. “Go destroy that fucker.”

The spotlight burned through his swollen eye, and the dark-haired asshole opposite the ring had the audacity to throw him a wave.

“Sae-san! Good to see you are still up.”

His expression was ice-cold with indifference. Was this kid intentionally trying to get a rise out of him? Every year, these younger fighters got cockier and cockier, thinking they could win his attention because they had the privilege of going toe-to-toe with him.

Nanase Nijiro was a new fighter from Blue Lock, and if his stats were proven correct, he was as lethal as Rin and Isagi.

But, those numbers didn’t mean a thing when Sae had him knocked off his feet with a double throw, a first in the U20 ring history. Cheers and screams echoed around the dingy walls, and he gave the crowd a half-hearted wave, his expression of stony disinterest broadcasted across the screens.

Sae had been doing this long enough to feel numb. He had fought and defeated better men in his lifetime. Nothing brought him much interest in the underground fighting world anymore… except for the man who was hovering by the exit.

A twin pair of teal eyes locked onto his, and Sae realised he was staring into the face of his own younger brother.

“What are you doing here?” The words came out harsher than he intended, when he was just surprised at the sight of Rin.

The boy he abandoned on the day Child Services came to save them from their dreary lives stuck his hands in his pockets, his scowl matching his older brother’s. When did he get this tall?

“We’re gonna be fighting each other in two days’ time.”

Sae blinked, his constructed cold expression never faltering. “Yeah. And?”

“And I want to tell you that it’s okay to back out of it while you can.”

Rin’s words hit him like a freight train. Suddenly, your voice chimed in the back of his mind.

No matter what anyone says, a brotherly bond can never be destroyed.

Sometimes, the thought of you would leave him dumbfounded whenever it arose in his mind. It wasn’t like Sae was stupid. He distinctly felt a strange you-shape that had cut into his heart the moment you had told to get out of your apartment. He missed you. But, he was as stubborn as he was horrible with his emotions.

The only three people in his life who knew this were you, Oliver, and the brother he was supposed to beat in a deadly fight, standing right in front of him with his arms across his broader chest. Seeing how tall, stocky and well-adjusted Rin had become ever since the day he left that bright-eyed, hopeful boy behind filled Sae with elation, jealousy and a wistful regret.

Elation because it meant the woman Rin was dating loved him enough to heal the wounds his own brother left behind on his scarred heart.

Jealousy because he had better access to food, healthcare and love than Sae did on the streets which contributed to his better (god forbid he should ever admit that out loud) height and build.

And a wistful regret because if Sae could turn back time, he would’ve never stepped out of that window in the first place and left his own baby brother behind.

Rin was waiting for his reply. Sae let his pride and ego answer for him.

“No. Investment money has already come in. If we back out of this now, there’s no telling how they will destroy our careers.”

Rin dropped his gaze to the floor. He, too, understood the consequences if a fighter were to refuse a fight. They were tools of amusement for old, rich and bored men. Pawns didn’t retaliate or decide if they didn’t want to go to war. They had no choice.

Those teal blue eyes that reminded Sae so much of their mother turned to him. Something hollow caved in his chest, and if he were a weaker man, he would’ve started to cry. But, Sae wasn’t weak. His years of fighting made him strong; made him immune to emotions. He had to be strong for U20’s sake.

“Fine,” his younger brother murmured, removing his hands from his pockets. “I’ll see you in the ring, then.”

Before he could turn and walk away, Sae stopped him with a question that neither brother expected to hear tonight.

“Did she tell you not to do this? Your girlfriend?”

At the mention of the woman his brother loved in a tone he misinterpreted as contempt, Rin spun around, teeth slightly bared.

“Don’t you fucking make her sound like a nag. She only cares for me, that’s why she begged me to drop out from the fight. It’s not as if you would understand—you have no one you care for.”

Sae took one step forward, a red fog rolling over his thoughts. Rin was wrong—he was absolutely wrong. Sae did have someone he cared about, someone who had changed his life for the better. And it was entirely his fault that he had lost her. But, instead of expressing his jealousy or trying to make his brother understand, he did what he always did the best—strike where it hurt the most.

“I never took you to be such a doormat for a woman.”

“Fuck you, Sae.”

Rin retaliated, tensing into his full height. It took a lot of patience for him not to lash out at his older brother; Sae noticed his hands curled into fists at his side, trembling slightly. “I love her. She loves me. She cares for me. What would you know about love? You don’t have a heart to love anyone.”

Everyone who was anyone in the underground fighting world had heard about Sae’s notoriously detached personality. They saw him as a cold sleet of ice; no human heartbeat, a Prodigy, a genius who had no feelings. But, then, you came along.

And for a split second, Sae understood where Rin was coming from. It was his girlfriend’s love which fuelled him to make the right choices—not because she was trying to emasculate him, but because he loved her enough to consider her concerns; to value their shared life together and sacrifice his ego so their peace would be protected.

If Sae had healthier emotions, he would commend Rin for his bravery in facing down the one man who had abandoned him, turned him away when he tried to reach out to his nii-san, and destroyed his hopes of ever being a family again with his cold nature.

Whoever his brother was dating, Sae hoped she had the best that life could give her. It was the least she deserved for loving and healing a man broken by his own brother.

The older Itoshi watched the broad outline of his brother’s back disappearing behind a corner, Rin’s words latching onto his battered emotions.

What would you know about love? You don’t have a heart to love anyone.

It’s like you don’t have a heart, Itoshi.

Your voice seared through him again, leaking past the cracks of his defences. Luckily, there was no one to see him stagger into a wall, sliding down the grimy exposed brick as your face swam past his memory, pinched, scared and pleading for him to see reason.

She only cares for me, that’s why she begged me to drop out from the fight.

Weren’t you pleading for him to do the same?

Sae was suddenly hyper-aware of every memory he had of you in his mind. Your sweet smile, how the scent of vanilla seemed to be embedded in your hair; how you felt in his arms and the cadence of your tone whenever you tried to make him choose better for himself. It was like the gauze over his eyes was lifted and he could see again.

For the first time in days, he switched on his phone, shards of anxiety stabbing his soul when he scrolled through his empty call log.

There was no one who would reach out to him. Sae had effectively cocooned himself in his own detached world that he had no one else to drag him out of his misery. He only had his own breath; the blood rushing in his ears.

Through some miracle, Sae managed to stand onto his own two feet, and he staggered back home. Ignoring his car parked in front of the gym, he decided to take the scenic route to his apartment located 15 minutes away. As he walked in the fugue of his own thoughts, he passed a payphone booth. The thing was rundown, covered in graffiti and lewd imagery. But, its dial tone was still working.

The buttons sprung back against his heavy finger when he dialled a number he now only discovered he knew by heart. Another strand of evidence that you had managed to wrangle your way under his skin. Sae shot those nagging thoughts down, desperate to hear your voice.

“Hello?”

Sae swore he teared up when he heard your sweet tone (why hadn’t he noticed how mellifluous it was? How it drew him in with every cadence and lilt, entrancing him like a siren’s call?) His knuckles turned white against the receiver, the lump in his throat gagging him from answering you.

“Hello? Who is this?”

He closed his eyes, pressing his forehead against the smeared glass pane.

“Hello? Hmm… must be a wrong number.”

“Y/N—”

The dial tone echoed down the line like a bully’s taunt, resounding in his mind like twisted white noise.

Sae exhaled.

He didn’t have enough loose change to give you another call, and hung the receiver back with a choked sigh.

The night blurred into one long walk of neon colours, kombinis and deserted promenades, his mind stuck on a loop of his intense ruminations.

He reached his apartment, opening the door, and was struck by how quiet everything was. No one wished him a warm welcome home. No smell of food came from the kitchen. No warm hugs, smiles and you.

There was no you in his life anymore.

It had never dawned on him how terribly, eerily silent his world was without you to give it any light.

As if a ton of bricks were weighing him down, he threw his bag onto the floor, slumping onto the couch.

I miss her.

The memory of your terrified expression swam in his mind, how your hands trembled when he dug his fingers into your wrist. She was afraid of me. His shaking hands closed into fists. I hurt her… I can’t believe I hurt her.

Sae didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know what to say to change your mind. He didn’t know how to say sorry because he never had to in his entire life.

On the other hand, his fight with Rin would be the day after tomorrow. If Sae pissed you off even more, there was no telling if you would withdraw your investment, leaving U20 in the lurch with no funds for their next season. He had to play his cards right.

Maybe he would reach out to you after the fight. That way, both of your minds would be clear and hopefully, open to reconciliation.

He glanced at his twisted fingers in despair.

I’m sorry Y/N. Let me make it up to you when the time is right.

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part three: sex on the beach

pairing: poly!stray kids x gn!reader

A day at the beach with your eight chaotic boyfriends.

genre: mini-series, fluff, suggestive, crack/humor, summer fic, established relationship, polyamory, a day on the beach

warnings: minho finally gets sex on the beach, making out as a problem-solving technique, more kisses, jeongin likes to ask questions today

word count: 5K

a/n: yay! it's done! thanks for @honeytwo for her committed work, and of course, thanks to all of you for reading this summer fic! <3

[part 1] / [part 2]

summer go loco / stray kids mlist

While you were sliding into the water, Hyunjin attacked Chan not far away.

"Ah! Hyunne, no!" spat the older man, gasping. "I'm drowning in your spaghetti hair!"

"Oh, no!" giggled Hyunjin as he swung away with his tines flapping like mops. "If you really want to drown, drown in my love for you!"

Chan made a suffering sound and hid his face in his palms.

"Chan is weak when it comes to compliments," Seungmin stated in a whisper, having been given the humble role of Jeongin's pusher. "He's weak at other times too. Like when I loaded his barbell. He couldn't lift it because he's old."

Jeongin couldn't take it anymore, he asked.

"Do you really have a granddaddy kink?"

"No, I just like to tease Chan. Who told you that?"

“Hyunjin.”

"I'm gonna fuck his gossipy ass."

"You'd have to get him to talk to you first, wouldn't you?"

As if sensing that the conversation was about him - and his butt - Hyunjin glanced towards them. He smiled affectionately at Jeongin, but looked gloomily at Seungmin, and then took his gaze away.

Jeongin patted Seungmin on the shoulder.

"Shall I throw you in the water?"

Jeongin immediately withdrew his hand. "Why?"

"Maybe that would cheer me up." Seungmin made a thoughtful, questioning face.

"I'd rather climb off the mat willingly then." Jeongin did so. When he felt safe, he added, "Asshole."

"Now I'm an asshole?" asked Seungmin, looking shocked. "I wasn't an asshole this morning. Then you called me a-"

"You didn't want to throw me in the water this morning to make yourself feel better." Jeongin was pushing the Monster can again. "Did you learn nothing from what happened between you and Hyunjin hyung?"

"You're right, Innie-ah. It was a stupid idea." He pushed the mattress in the boy's direction. "You can climb back in."

Jeongin grimaced.

"I don't trust you."

"At least let me make it up to you... with a kiss?"

"Isn't the point of atonement to get me something I want?" Jeongin lazily tossed the Monster can into the air, then caught it.

"You don't want my kiss, huh?" The other didn't answer that. Seungmin crept closer to him. "Am I really such a bad kisser that you'd rather throw yourself on the pebbles?" He made a curious face, showing no other emotion.

"It's not about that. I hate it when you come at me in groups."

"And now?" Seungmin bit his lip and swam even closer to him with the mattress like a cargo merman. "We're on our own. Just you and me. Do you want it now?"

Jeongin looked up at the clear blue sky as if the answer was written there.

"Maybe."

"Maybe? What does it take to get the answer to be yes?"

"Answer a simple question."

Seungmin nodded in agreement.

"Are you quite sure you're not interested in grandfathers?"

Seungmin laughed incredulously. And swimming just a short distance away from them was a grandmother and grandfather duo with two grandchildren.

"I swear to you. I like my own age group... And Chan hyung... Okay, maybe I'm interested. But only in Chan hyung."

"Last night for some reason you didn't mention how old he is... When you bit his abs... Several times. And everything."

Seungmin narrowed his eyes. "You said not to talk about last night."

Jeongin shrugged, a small smile hiding at the corner of his mouth.

"Give me my kiss."

"Did I also say you'd get it now?"

"I should have pushed you into the w-"

Jeongin grabbed the back of Seungmin's head, kissed him hard, then let go.

"Here's your kiss."

Then he swam away. Seungmin watched his receding figure. Two canoeists passed him, and even Chan was asking if he was okay when he regained consciousness. "Fuck," he muttered.

Jeongin was not even within earshot, but you and Felix immediately approached him. For the time being, it looked like he would be safe here. Felix had never kissed his face or cooed at him, and you had never cooed at him as often as Hyunjin or Changbin. He obviously didn't know what interesting things were happening while he was chilling with the others. He probably had no idea that there would be a lot of kissing in the middle of the lake. Nor did it occur to him that you were largely planning how to make it the most super day for him.

Right after you met him halfway, Hyunjin arrived in a breaststroke. With a devilish half-smile on his face, by the way. When he spoke, Jeongin's potential security was shattered.

"Innie-ah? Can I ask you something?" Hyunjin leaned his head on the boy's shoulder. "Please don't take off your shirt. If you do, I'll cum right here."

"Oh, my God." Jeongin massaged the bridge of his nose. "Can we please not talk about sex all the time? Just a little?"

"We're sexually frustrated adults. Most of us are half naked and flirting. What did you expect?" asked Felix.

Jeongin mumbled something under his breath.

"Oh, Innie," you clung to him affectionately. "Your poor innocent soul... and your poor feet."

"Stop that. I'm not a little child."

"But you are a baby. Our baby." You kissed him all over his cheekbone. Maybe all of you took it a little too seriously when you had the opportunity to bathe Jeongin in love.

"And you need to relax."

"I'm relaxed," he said, as he was like a log in your arms. Or a hot guy in the shape of a blown-up float.

"Come on!" Hyunjin poked his nose. That wasn't the switch on the slackness function, unfortunately. "Last time I saw you smile was when the fan was running."

"And when you groped me," you reported. "If that's what it takes to make you happy, I'm here."

Jeongin's Adam's apple did a wild dance.

"As I just alluded to, I don't want it to be all about sex."

"Sex? Who mentioned sex?" Hyunjin narrowed his eyes, then glanced over at your form. “Was it you?"

"I sure wasn't."

“Felix?”

"I don't even know what the word means."

"Get lost." Jeongin tried to shake you off, but you were like Chan in the morning. A real cuddly koala.

"Come on, Innie. You're living with Minho and you still think groping is exclusively sexual?" Felix ruffled the younger's hair. You were amazed at how eager Jeongin was to indulge in his touch, even while he was droning on and in the middle of a minor argument.

You recalled what you had said to Felix minutes earlier. Maybe there's someone who needs your kiss more than I do. Not exactly your kiss. More like something to cheer him up. When you're with him, he's usually happy.

He didn't need much convincing. He also wanted Jeongin to be happy on this sunny day with his wholesome partners.

"Whatever it is, I don't want to do it. And I don't want to hear about him or Chan's bite marks or Jisung's hip-"

"What was that?" interrupted Hyunjin.

"What was what?"

Your boyfriend grinned. "That's what you were doing with your hand," he pointed out the tiny, grabbing motion, "when you mentioned Sungie's hip."

"I'm sure I didn't," Jeongin denied.

"Three credible witnesses say so."

"Only two," you corrected Hyunjin, still clinging to Jeongin. "I haven't been sane since Lix's mouth touched me."

Felix caressed the back of your neck.

"Two witnesses then. The point is the same. You want all of this. Jisung, Chan, maybe everyone. You want it so bad you're about to explode. All this frustration is not good for you. Not for you, not for us. We're here to have fun, Innie. Why are you resisting?"

"What if he doesn't want to?"

"Who? Sungie? Pff." Hyunjin sneered. "He'd feel like heaven if you got close to him."

"Anyone would feel like that," you added.

"That's stupid."

"No. That's the truth," Felix assured him. He pressed a kiss to Jeongin's temple. "We're starving for you, baby."

"There's a difference between someone saying they want to kiss you and sitting on your lap and actually doing it. They're just words. And you're always messing with me and each other. When can I take it seriously?"

"Naive boy..." mumbled Felix. "We're not messing with you."

"Didn't you know? All offers are deathly serious," Hyunjin continued. "If you say yes, it's yours."

Jeongin really did stiffen in your arms this time. You were thinking of recalling in your mind all the offers he'd received in the last few days, maybe even specifically that day. It must have been quite a lot based on the fact that you had talked a lot about Jeongin, not only in person but virtually, and how much you adored him. You had your private fan club.

"Just think about it, okay?" Hyunjin pressed a soft kiss on the back of Jeongin's head.

You let go, so he could think about what was going on without any extra weight. You didn't expect him not to know the rules of the game. You all thought that he just liked to give you the unattainable, or that he just didn't desire your advances.

All of you swam back to the big mat like a couple of cooling fish, and got caught in the middle of a conversation.

"Your feet hurt, your back hurts," Minho listed to Jisung. "Doesn't your mouth get lonely, jagi? If so, I can help you with that, and I can take your mind off the other two. Just saying."

"Can we do it like they did?" He pointed in your and Felix’s direction.

"Oh, we can do better."

"Wanna bet?" Felix was really sexy as he challenged Minho. And Minho greeted him with a sexy smile. Jisung was sexy too, as he scratched his head and lay on the mattress like he was waiting for his dream make-out session. Everyone was sexy. You saw the world, or more accurately your boyfriends, through overly sexy lenses since Felix's mouth touched yours.

"Let’s bet."

After being flooded with mattress memories, you realized what was happening.

Oh my goodness, how many dishes you've washed and vacuumed dust bunnies for betting with Felix! If you were forced to bet, you'd bet with anyone else, even Hyunjin, who bets in vile values, just not Felix. The guy's a master, and you've learned that the hard way.

"Are you sure, hyung?" asked Hyunjin, putting the pink sunglasses back on, not just resting on the top of his head. "You already lost one today. You want to do two penalties in one day?"

"Don't worry about me, Hyunne. I'm unbeatable at kissing Sungie."

"You're not going to kiss Sungie this time," Felix indicated. "This time you're going to kiss like,” he said your name with an impish smile. “and me. Or so you want to. Can you do that?"

Minho licked his lips.

"What do you give when I do?"

"Okay, okay, stop it." Jeongin stepped between Minho, who was leaning against the mattress, and Felix. "What now? A summer mating battle? I don't know exactly what Felix and they did, but I'm sure it won't be repeated here."

"If you're playing Chan today, what will you give us to stop?" asked Jisung slyly, elbowing up. "Scrambled eggs for breakfast? A cuddle afternoon? Kisses?"

It was pretty clear that Chan was spoiling you.

"I can give kisses. To everyone," Jeongin said. He was tense, judging by the way he was playing with the squashed Monster box. 'First thing you'll do when you get out of here is throw away the metal and replace it with a hand. If you can't use your own, you can use someone else's. "Behind the willow tree on the beach."

Jeongin turned and headed for the stairs.

Silence. Even the seagull raiding the beach fell silent at Jeongin's offer. So did you. You restored Changbin's fallen chin, who then looked at you with sparkling eyes.

"Jeongin offered his mouth. All my dreams have come true."

"Wow," Jisung also acknowledged what had happened. "I need to get to shore as soon as possible. Can you push me out, jagi?"

"Sure," nodded Minho. He quickly forgot about the bet. "As fast as I can, no question."

"Let's go until he changes his mind," Felix nodded as well. "I'll go quickly and tell the others. Will you be alright?"

"Of course," you assured him. "I'll kiss Jeongin so hard that- Hey, Minho! Wait for me! I'm getting on!" The mattress was pushed that day, perhaps never before, with the vehemence that Minho and Changbin were pushing it.

It's a wonder they waited. Or maybe it was just a testament to how much they loved you that they were able to wait for you with the promise of an Innie kiss before them.

The willow tree Jeongin picked was huge. Chan could have fit twice its length behind it. It was shady and hidden from prying eyes. It was a feature that caught the eye of others, because in the grass was a suspicious resemblance to a used condom. Fortunately, when it was your turn to follow Minho and Changbin, you weren't concerned with what was down below.

Jeongin gently pushed you against the trunk of the tree. The rough surface peeked through your towel and pressed against your shoulder, but you didn't give a damn.

"Is that how you want it?" Jeongin hummed at your question. "With ants?"

The boy rested his hand next to your head. This gesture was cringe-worthy in many places. However, this time Jeongin did it. If he was going to do the same to Chan, you hoped the poor guy wouldn't get too dizzy.

"There are none. I just have questions."

"Questions? I thought you had kisses. For me."

"Just take a turn. Questions first, then kisses."

"Fine. What do you want to know?"

"How would you like it? Slow and gentle, like Binnie hyung? Or hard, like Minho hyung? Shall I bite your mouth?"

Oh, fuck.

"Whatever. Just keep your mouth on mine." You traced your fingers over the carotid artery, one of his sensitive spots, and with the same vigor he sucked in air sharply, he leaned in to take your mouth.

It's an established fact that he's got you on the edge. And he kissed you fantastically, just the way you like it. You wouldn't have minded ants dropping on you.

Jeongin gasped out your name in a breathy whimper, eyes clouded with haze. He leaned away from you, when you were in the middle of working to rip off his soaked T-shirt.

"Sorry. I just thought you might catch a cold. Besides, Hyunjin's not here to come in his pants if he sees you half naked."

"Don't bet on it. I think he's always watching." Jeongin grabbed your wrist and untucked it from his shirt. Then he surprised you by reaching back to pull it off himself.

Before you could fall like wow, Innie had just grabbed his shirt off you, his palm sliding down your side and settling on your waist. He gently pulled you to him.

"Happy now?"

You nodded enthusiastically.

You touched his bicep. "May I?"

"You may."

You touched every nook and cranny of his exposed skin. Jeongin watched softly, then nuzzled into your neck.

"You're just like us," you said.

"The most you've ever seen me pinching cheeks is in your dreams," he immediately countered.

"You hunger for intimacy as much as we do. You're just as completely in love. That's what I meant. Am I wrong?"

"You like it when you're right, yes?"

"Who doesn't?"

Jeongin, a confident, grown man, stuck his tongue out at you. You, also an adult, and often recorded as Felix's baby, stuck yours out too and smiled. Of course, when Jeongin wanted to kiss you again, you didn't resist. You pulled him close to you and enjoyed that he wanted you.

Finally, you stumbled out from behind the willow tree with a happy grin. Although it would be more accurate to use the term, dizzy out. You sat down on the blanket opposite the water. Everything about you, even your soul, tingled at Jeongin's nearness. You spread his wet shirt on the grass to dry. Sometimes you tilted your head as if you were looking at a trophy. When someone came close enough to you, you'd show it off.

The next eager volunteer behind the tree was Hyunjin, who spent a few seconds blinking exclusively as Jeongin remained half naked.

"What? Did you cum in your pants?" The younger one leaned against the tree.

"D’you want me to?"

"I want your kiss. Or would you rather have mine?"

"Then I'll kiss you all over." As Hyunjin eagerly stepped closer, Jeongin stepped back.

"That's not a fundamental right, hyung. Especially not today."

"You want me to beg for it?"

"Would you?" Jeongin smiled devilishly. "Would you beg for my kiss?"

"You little demon..." Hyunjin held out his hand in fascination, but the other didn't even let it touch his shoulder.

"Maybe you should beg to touch me first."

Hyunjin licked his lips.

"Please, muse. Let me touch you. That's all I want. Please let me. I promise I'll treat you well, and you'll enjoy it too."

"Close your eyes, hyung, and wait."

Hyunjin obeyed.

From the looks of it, Jeongin had indeed decided to become Chan for a while, taking some of the conflict management upon himself, because while Hyunjin closed his eyes and his full lips were ready to kiss the hell out of Jeongin, Jeongin led Seungmin in on the other side of the willow tree. Then he made him face Hyunjin. Seungmin made a puzzled face, but Jeongin persuaded him with nods and various hand gestures urging him to get closer. Seungmin finally stepped in front of Hyunjin and kissed him. Hyunjin threw himself into his neck and was determined to swallow the boy he thought was Jeongin.

He didn't realize the folly until Seungmin moaned into his mouth. Then he pulled away, blinking round-eyed at Seungmin and at Jeongin, who stood a few steps away, smiling contentedly.

"I'm sorry, Hyunne." Seungmin turned the older man's face towards himself. "I'd be Innie for you, if that's what you want."

"Don't be stupid." Hyunjin frowned.

"But I am your stupid."

"Don't embarrass yourself in public, Minnie." Hyunjin pressed one last kiss to Seungmin's lips and held his cheek in the palm of his hand. "I've already forgiven you. I'll wash my hair again tomorrow."

"I'd be happy to help you."

"Will you also help me get Jeongin's promised kiss?"

Seungmin grinned. "Of course."

As soon as the last of the satisfied men came out from behind the willow tree, Hyunjin and Jeongin went upstairs to buy cocktails. They argued that it was for Minho's betting punishment. They said no more. Jisung and Seungmin badgered Minho to tell them the secret, then gave up and took revenge by laying down on top of him. Chan and Felix played Uno. Changbin lounged beside you, and you watched the swans with their chicks as they swam among the stones. There were no bird feeders in the area, so you could only watch them.

"When you kissed Felix, it was very hot," Changbin noted.

"And you're just saying that out of the blue?"

"I can't think of anything else since."

"You're cute." You took the opportunity to pinch his chubby cheeks. It was a good thing he was so muscular. His body was a great pillow and his face was chubby, really chewy. "Who did you imagine yourself to be?"

"Is that a serious question?" he got embarrassed almost immediately.

"Both, then."

"Of course, both. There is no other answer that is correct."

"Actually... there may be. If you imagine yourself as a third party."

Changbin moaned and leaned back on the grass. "Don't do this to me! The way you torture me is unhealthy."

You smiled and followed his example, resting your head on his shoulder.

"I didn't say think about it."

"It's like the purple elephant. Once you say it, there's nothing to do but think about it."

"I'm sorry." You planned to gently pat his stomach as a sign of regret, then somehow your hand stayed. It stayed there, like the thought in your head of how nice it would be to kiss Changbin.

As usual, you promised yourself that you would change your kissing habits and become more resistant to the stimulus. Like Minho, or even Jeongin. Of course, that was easier said and promised than done. Especially under the circumstances: you have Seo Changbin lying half-naked next to you, and he's practically pouting as he tells you how sexy you were kissing Felix.

You looked around. As time went on, there were fewer and fewer people on the beach. A couple of fishermen farther away, young people were picking their beaching supplies, and you overheard snippets of conversations in which participants planned to stay and watch the sunset. Families with young children had already left, probably for dinner. The youths were lost in their own world, the others were preparing for the sunset, and the fisher uncles were hopefully waiting for the catch, not how long you have to feel Changbin's chest to elicit a groan. Brilliant.

You took the towel off your shoulders, then spread it over your head.

"What are you up to?"

"Well, you don't have to just think about it." You snuggled closer to him on the blanket, one leg draped over his hip. His warm palm immediately found your thigh.

"Uno!" shouted Felix.

"Lix, if you win this round, can you come here?" you asked.

"Sure. I'm not giving Chan a chance to fight back like last time... And I won!"

While Felix carried himself over to your blankets, Changbin showered you with kisses. Slow, sweet kisses. First on the tip of your nose, then on your forehead, temple and cheek.

"You really are sweet," you smiled.

"I'm not sweet, just weak. Weak for and from love."

You stroked his cheek. You didn't exaggerate with your words. He nuzzled into your palm and continued to watch you lovingly. He deserved that kiss.

"Are you holding a secret council?" joined Felix under your towel. Luckily, it was big enough to fit all three of you underneath. He nestled himself next to Changbin, resting his chin on the boy's shoulder. "What is there to talk about?"

"We don't want to talk, do we, Binnie?" you caressed his mouth, and his lips parted instantly.

"Oh. So that's why you've been hiding."

"Poor thing couldn’t get our kiss out of his head."

Changbin nodded. Felix ran his fingers through the other's hair, playing gently with it. "Is that what you want, Binnie? That kiss?"

"Y-yes. I liked it a lot."

"You know we can't say no when you're so desperate," Felix whispered. He kissed the sensitive skin behind the boy's ear, then glanced at you. You understood what he wanted. You didn't hesitate any longer. You cupped Changbin's chin to stop him moving and leaned into his mouth. You didn't kiss him yet, just took his bottom lip between your teeth, like Felix did with you. Then you licked his lips. Changbin moaned and trembled. He threw himself after your mouth, and that was a good thing, because when Felix grabbed his pecs, you were lucky that your mouth absorbed the passionate sound Changbin made.

He probably would have given himself to you right there and then if you'd wanted all he had. He always loved to give.

He grabbed your thigh and refused to let go. You didn't want to go either. Felix covered Changbin's neck with kisses. It was the last thing you noticed before you fell into the act of kissing with one of your boyfriends again that day.

By the time Jeongin and Hyunjin returned with four cocktails, the three of you were hugging and panting with numb mouths. As the ice cubes clinked softly in the glasses and straws danced along the lemon rims as the two boys prepared the ground for punishment, Jisung grinned and leaned over Felix.

"I'll be next, okay?"

"I never thought you'd like it so much when I kiss our lovers."

"There's something special about it." Jisung sat down next to you. "Ultimately, I'm glad Innie didn't let us bet. Don't tell jagi, but I think we would have lost."

"I think he knows," Changbin said, glancing toward Minho. You lifted your head from his chest to take a look for yourself at the aforementioned. He watched your little grouping with a penetrating glance. He was so hot-

No. Pull yourself together. Your lips can't take any more kisses.

Instead, you looked towards Hyunjin and Jeongin, who were fiddling with the glasses and for some reason pulled out Felix's sleeping mask. Whatever they were up to, Seungmin was smiling contentedly beside them like he was having a great time. Chan was unaware that the punishment was happening now because he had fallen asleep after the Uno party. He still had the cards under his head, but no one had the heart to wake him up and you just let him sleep. On the other hand, you couldn't be sure he wouldn't object to what the bet winners were planning to do.

The rest of you were slowly gathering around the events. Hyunjin handed Minho the sleeping mask.

"Are you going to poison me?"

"Just a little."

Minho grimaced in displeasure.

"Let me remind you that you invented this punishment. Take it." Hyunjin patted Minho's cheek, then retreated. As soon as Minho had the mask on properly, Jeongin and Hyunjin began to cavort. Soon the four different cocktails had turned into one glass of disgusting-coloured, mixed-up mess, and another glass of a clearer colour.

"Open your mouth, hyung!" Jeongin approached with the first glass. He did not hand it to him, but carefully poured a sip into his mouth. Minho spat.

"What the fuck is this?"

"Cocktail." The boy ran the juice around the side of the glass. "Bottoms up!"

"I hate my bets," he sighed irritably.

Finally he drank every disgusting drop. You wouldn't have wanted to be in his shoes. The first glass was empty, the second came. Hyunjin held it up to Minho's mouth. After the first sip, the boy grunted and moaned.

"It's-it's delicious. What did you mix?"

"It's just plain sex on the beach. Jeongin told me how much you wanted it. Don't tell us we tortured you the whole time."

Minho drank that in with more enthusiasm. The last sip rolled down to his Adam's apple.

"That's your punishment." Hyunjin lapped up the tiny drop, happily swallowing it. "You have fulfilled it."

You congratulated him. Jeongin collected the glasses, Seungmin put the sleeping mask away. You helped gather Jisung's dry clothes, because he was getting cold, and accompanied him to the dressing rooms. Finally, once you were there, you went in with him. It seemed like a good idea at the time.

"Anyway... Get ready."

You hung your towel on the rack and turned to the boy with a questioning look. Jisung grinned, and that only made you more curious.

"Huh? What for?"

"I'm going to kiss you so hard you won't want to do anything else for hours."

"Now?"

"I wish, but right now we barely have minutes. Sometime when you're not expecting it." When did Jisung's hand come to your side? "I want to hear the sound you made from Felix's mouth."

"That sounds good." You took the opportunity to touch his hip. "Maybe I can get you to make the sounds you make when you kiss Minho."

"Deal."

Then you quickly got dressed, knowing that Jeongin was in the next stall and would quickly put a stop to any inappropriate action as Chan's responsible deputy.

You yourself shed the slightly damp swimsuit and took a dry seat on a less damp corner of the blanket. Behind you on the air-scoughing mattresses, Changbin issuing instructions. In front of you, the water, bridged orange by the light of the setting sun and the lapping sound of the waves as they crashed against the stones.

Jeongin settled down beside you. He leaned his head on your shoulder.

"Did you have a good time?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "It was pretty good after all." He smiled broadly. Cheerfully, sincerely, and before the sunset. Your heart beating feverishly, pride embraced you. "I had a good time today."

"I'm glad." You tilted your own on top of his head, and together you watched the sun go down. A tiny sliver was still visible on the horizon when Minho held out his hand.

"Come on. The day is over. Let's go home."

"Let's go home," you nodded, letting him pull you up off the ground, and then Jeongin. The others competently packed up your stuff so you could be rascally donkeys again on the way back. Chan would have fit right in as a sleeping rascal donkey. Hyunjin assured him that he would drive and Chan should sleep peacefully in the car. Chan smiled gratefully at him. Then he tried to kick Seungmin in the butt, who said something about the need for elderly people to sleep. Seungmin laughed and ran forward, only to suffer a slap on the back of the head from Felix.

You had two bags slung over your shoulders when Minho slapped you on the ass with a snap.

"Hurry up, we're being eaten by mosquitoes!" he smirked.

You laughed in disbelief, then followed him down the path. In revenge, you stuck your hand in his back pocket and didn't take it out until you reached the car.

It was a hot day. Really hot. A real heatwave day, when everyone turns into a walking ice cream cone. But a really exciting, good day to spend with your boyfriends, swimming in your own chaos, and in the water.

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drysdaleknieslee · 8 months ago

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Would you possibly write some smut of fluff for Matthew Knies?

I love me some Kniesy. I wanna make this a little light hearted with some spice to it so I hope you enjoy! I'm also writing this while drinking wine to get the juices flowing.

WARNINGS: swearing, p in v, hickies, Knies being a little shit

"MAT! Come on we're already as late as it is!"

The Leafs were having a little celebration dinner for them clinching a playoff spot and the team, the wags, and some suits from the organization would be there so you obviously wanted to look your best.

"I'm coming, I'm-" his words cut off shortly after taking in your appearance finally. You had on a dark blue satin dress, thin spaghetti straps over your shoulders, and lacing neatly on the back of the dress, with some light makeup to match. You managed to get your auburn curls to manage into a neat ponytail.

"Matt, the longer you stare the more late we'll be."

"We got," he glances at his watch before drinking in your figure again, "15 minutes. We have time."

"Time for - PUT ME DOWN!"

He scoops you up onto his shoulder and leads you back to your shared bedroom.

"Matt if you wrinkle my dress I swear- OOH - Matthew!" he smacked your butt playfully before laying you on the bed gently to not mess uo your dress more.

"What's the quickest thing we could do? And the lease messy?"

"Matty since there's no use in changing your mind, either use your mouth or the other thing."

His eyes darkened for a hot moment and the tint in his dress pants didn't hide what he really wanted at that moment and the option he chose.

"Turn around for me babe" he rasped.

You turn swiftly and lift the back of your dress to expose your thong. You can hear Matt's labored breathing behind you as he begins to knead your waist to your waist, hips, and your ass. "We gotta make this quick." You shudder as he runs the length of his penis through your folds before entering you with no warning. Your back arching immediately and he places his hand on the middle of your back to keep that same posture as he kept up speed.

"I wish I could take my time with you pretty girl but I can't." he manages to grunt the words out. He moves your hair neatly to the side and begins to kiss and suck from your neck to the tip of your shoulder.

"You better not give me a hickey Matt" you sigh. The air gets knocked out of your lungs as Matty used his left hand to start rubbing your clit to speed up your orgasm and it was working. As a result you started to clinch from overstimulation.

Matt's pace started to stutter and with one last strong thrust you hit your climax. He followed suit, muffling his moan in your neck. He braces himself with his arms on either side of you, careful not to put his full weight on you.

"Let's freshen up really quickly," you pant, "and then we'll leave." Matt just nods with his eyes closed in agreement.

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"Ummm, y/n?"

"Yeah Steph?"

"Did a giant mosquito bite you or what?" she whispered across the table.

Your eyes grow wide momentarily and excuse yourself to the bathroom. Sure enough, there with what was the start of a hickey and a bite mark from you earlier escapade.

When you were walking back to the party, you see your boyfriend covering up a sly grin with his win glass.

"I'm gonna kill you when we get home." you whisper.

"Looking forward to it."

#matthew knies #matthew knies x reader #matthew knies imagines

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steddieas-shegoes · 2 years ago

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Chapter 6

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5

“Oh would you look who decided to acknowledge I exist?”

Steve didn’t hold back his eye roll at Robin’s words since she couldn’t see him. He’d decided to call her on the walk to his car after work, just to update her on things and make sure she was okay if he wasn’t home right after work.

“We just saw each other yesterday.”

“More than 24 hours ago, Steve.”

“We are two separate humans, Robin.”

“But only one brain. Look at you separating a whole brain. This is why I couldn’t concentrate today. You took it with you.”

“Are you done?” Steve sighed. “If you’re done, I need to talk to my best friend.”

“What’s wrong?” Robin’s tone went from slightly annoyed to concerned, which meant she’d never actually been that annoyed to begin with.

“Nothing’s wrong. I just wanted to let you know I’ll be home late.”

Please don’t ask, please just accept it, don’t ask, don’t ask.

“Why?”

Fuck.

“Just stopping by Eddie’s for a bit.”

He was met with complete silence. He pulled his phone away to make sure the call hadn’t been dropped. It hadn’t.

“Robs?”

“Steve. I’m saying this because I love you.” Oh boy, here we go. “I’m worried.”

“There’s nothing to worry about. I’m just hanging out for a bit and then coming home.”

“You’ve practically lived with him since Saturday!”

“Okay, just because I slept over…”

“Twice! In a row!”

“It doesn’t mean anything.”

“Uh huh. It doesn’t mean anything except you have barely been home and you literally went to subspace and dropped and probably subspace again with this stranger who did one nice tattoo and suddenly you’re ready to fly to Vegas and forget me!”

Ah. Steve let himself feel guilty for a moment before he remembered her insistence just a few weeks before that he needed to find other friends besides her, be social, maybe find a boyfriend.

Well, now he was doing some of that and she had a problem?

“I’m just enjoying my time with someone new. This is what you’ve wanted me to do forever, right?”

“Not like this!”

“Oh, I’m sorry I’m not following your rules for my friendships.”

“This isn’t a friendship, this is some weird sexual situation that’s gonna end up messy and you’re gonna end up hurt. It’ll be Nancy all over again.”

That hurt. Robin had been the one to get him through the Nancy heartbreak, always offering whatever support he needed while he worked through his disappointment that turned into an identity crisis that turned into a bit of a change of personality. She never judged him for his response to it. She was the perfect friend.

Having her throw it at him like this left a sour taste in his mouth and a hollowness in his chest.

She’d never spoken to him like this, not even when they got into stupid little arguments about cleaning the common areas of the apartment that sometimes escalated more than they should. This felt like she was jealous and taking it out on him.

Jealous of what though? She never seemed interested in having an actual relationship, and she was out all the time, leaving him to fend for himself in their apartment.

“I just don’t want you to get hurt, Steve.”

“Yeah, well. I appreciate the concern.”

Steve hung up. It wasn’t the mature thing to do, he knew that. But he was hurt, and he didn’t want to make things worse by letting the hurt out on her. He would talk to her when he got back home.

They were best friends, platonic soulmates. They’d get past this.

But for now, Steve turned his notifications off on his phone, got in his car, and drove to Eddie’s house.

– - – – – –

He made it inside with no issues, putting the key back under the mat once the front door was unlocked.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket once he was inside, ignoring the many texts from Robin to send a quick text to Eddie.

Made it home. Gonna make spaghetti. That okay?

He was looking around the kitchen to find all of the things he’d need when his phone started buzzing.

Eddie was calling.

“Hey, thought you’d be with the client.”

“I am, but it’s a friend. She’s taking a break. How was the rest of your day?”

Steve didn’t want him to know about his fight with Robin, not when most of it revolved around how quickly he was becoming attached to him.

“It was fine. Um, spaghetti’s okay? I just figured you probably had stuff for it.”

Eddie didn’t immediately respond, and Steve tried not to let himself worry.

“Spaghetti’s perfect. What happened, sunshine?”

How did he know? Steve was notorious for hiding his feelings from people, he’d been a champion for most of his life out of self-preservation.

“Nothing. I’m fine,” Steve was putting everything into being convincing.

Eddie was at work, he didn’t need to deal with Steve’s problems.

“Stevie, did something upset you? Do you need me to come home?”

God, of course he would offer to hurry back. He was so nice and Steve didn’t deserve it.

“Steve. I will leave right now and come back, just say the word.”

“No, no. I’m okay. Just had an argument with Robin. I’ll be fine.”

“I’m sorry, sunshine. What will help?”

He didn’t know. He didn’t think he could really talk about it right now. He didn’t want Eddie to feel like he had to talk him through it when he was with a client.

He started to feel worse.

“I think maybe I should head back early tonight. Make sure I see her before she goes to bed.”

“Okay, sweetheart. I’ll be done here in an hour. You don’t have to cook anything, I’ll just grab us something on the way.”

“No. It’ll keep me busy. Can I cook please?”

He didn’t mean to sound so whiny, or practically beg, but it must have worked because Eddie gave in.

“If you really want to, you can cook. But I want you to go change into my clothes first, okay?”

Thank God Eddie couldn’t see the redness of his cheeks spreading down his neck.

“Okay. Can I wear your hoodie?”

He knew it would smell like him, and he knew it was soft, and he knew it would make him feel a million times better.

“Yeah, sweetheart. It’s on the bed. I’ll text you when I leave here, but call me if you need me before that.”

“I will.”

“Good boy. See you soon, sunshine.”

Steve felt warmer, lighter, more like he could handle the feelings Robin brought up. He knew if he could feel like this for a little bit, he could easily handle whatever conversation they’d have when he got home.

— — — — — —

Steve was so focused on the sauce he was making, he didn’t hear the front door open or footsteps come through the living room and into the kitchen or Eddie walking up behind him.

He felt strong arms wrap around his chest from behind, a soft kiss placed on his temple.

He leaned back against the warmth of Eddie, the calm he exuded taking over the whole kitchen.

“Welcome home, Eds.”

“Mm. Could get used to that,” Eddie said as he kissed Steve’s cheek, then his jaw, his neck.

Steve was doing his best to stay focused. He was cooking dinner, right.

He started to lean forward, but Eddie pulled him back again.

“Babe, I have to cook,” Steve giggled.

“Not done,” Eddie said against his neck, teeth barely scraping against Steve’s pulse point and causing him to let out a moan.

“I don’t.” Kiss. “Want this.” Kiss. “To.” Tongue.

Fuck.

“You keep cooking, sunshine. I’m just gonna enjoy my appetizer.”

“But I made garlic bread,” Steve pouted, pulling away as much as Eddie would let him. “For an appetizer.”

Eddie pulled away and looked at Steve, blinking at him as if he were confused.

Then he broke out in a huge smile.

“You’re trouble, sunshine.”

And to Steve, that sounded like he was saying something entirely different.

— — — — — — —

They didn’t talk about Robin.

Steve put their food on plates while Eddie grabbed some beers from the fridge.

It was very domestic. Comfortable. Nice.

Eddie insisted on sitting right next to Steve, one hand on his thigh for the entire dinner. His thumb was rubbing back and forth, his fingers sometimes drew designs on his knee, and he tapped rhythms into his skin until it felt like Steve was part of the song.

It was easy.

They talked about their days. Steve gave him the full play-by-play of his meeting with Will and Eddie kissed his cheek when he was done and told him how happy he was that Will liked it.

Eddie told him about his appointment, Chrissy, who he’d been good friends with since high school. He’d shown her that tattooing was a way to love her body when she’d been diagnosed with an eating disorder. He promised her he’d do any tattoo she wanted for free if she went through the intensive rehab and therapy process, and four months later, she came by his shop and became his favorite client on top of one of his best friends.

Steve leaned his head on Eddie’s shoulder as he spoke, smiling to himself as he realized that Eddie was just a caring person.

He cared about everyone in his life in a way that Steve had not been familiar with before Robin.

He cared the way Steve cared, and he made Steve want to show it more.

He made Steve want to be bright in a way he’d never wanted to be before.

Eddie made him feel like he could shine.

He felt the impending rain cloud of leaving his side, though. Facing Robin would be a storm he didn’t want to weather tonight, feeling a bit overwhelmed already from his day of emotions.

It had started so good. It felt good right now.

“You got quiet on me, sunshine. What’s goin’ on in that pretty head of yours?”

A lot. So much. He didn’t know how to answer without putting everything on the table, and he knew he couldn’t do that right now. He didn’t want to cry either and that was getting more likely the more tired he got.

“Just thinking.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

“I don’t know where to start.”

“Anywhere you want is fine with me, sweetheart.”

Steve could tell him a little. Maybe talk about how much he wanted to stay by Eddie’s side. Or how he didn’t know how he was already so attached, but the thought of not having Eddie around was already devastating.

How much he could love him if he was given the chance.

“I’m scared that Robin’s right.”

Well, that’ll spark a conversation he didn’t want to have.

Nice job, idiot. You’re gonna end up spilling your secrets.

“Right about what?”

Eddie’s arm was now wrapped around Steve’s shoulder, hand resting against his arm where his fingers were tracing designs that Steve would tattoo on his skin.

“She said this is gonna end bad. I’ll get hurt. She didn’t want me to come tonight.”

Yeah, that’s not giving too much away.

Eddie’s fingers froze against his arm.

“She thinks I’d hurt you?”

“I guess.”

And a part of Steve believed it too. That was part of why he felt so shitty. Eddie already held the power to hurt him and he didn’t even realize it.

“Stevie, look at me for a minute.”

Steve pulled away, letting Eddie’s arm fall, but quickly finding his hand to lace their fingers together for extra comfort.

“I know this is gonna sound crazy, and it’s okay if you don’t wanna stick around after, but,” Eddie’s eyes were shining. Was he going to cry? “I’ve never felt like this with anyone. I’ve never wanted to spend every moment with someone before you. I missed you so much today, it was like I was being torn in half. I know it’s crazy. I know. But you’re important to me. I don’t know what will happen, I don’t know what you want, I just know that I wouldn’t ever intentionally hurt you.”

Steve could feel his lip quivering. He knew he had tears in his eyes.

He was in deep and the only way out was through.

“I don’t know how to explain how much being around you has changed me. Just in the last two days I’ve felt like someone I didn’t even know I could be. Robin’s worried because,” Steve took a deep, steadying breath. He had to be honest. Eddie deserved it. “I jump into things quickly. I’ve always been like that. I commit hard and fast and I end up hurt every time. She was around for the worst one with my ex-girlfriend. She’s worried this will be like that and thinks you’re just using me for the sexual aspect of it. Well, she thinks we’re using each other, I think. And maybe if you were different, I would be. I’m not always a great guy. But it’s just that you’re you. You’re the kind of person who will always get the best me because you deserve someone who makes you feel the way you make other people feel.”

The words just didn’t stop coming.

Steve would’ve been more nervous about it if he wasn’t watching the fondness seep out of Eddie’s pores.

His every movement revolved around Steve’s own, his touches gentle and electric.

His hand was cupping the side of Steve’s neck, his eyes staring into Steve’s soul, even though he’d just laid it out on the table in front of them.

“You deserve to be the best you because it makes you feel good. But if I can help you find that, then I’m all yours, sunshine. As long as you want me.”

Steve leaned forward, resting his forehead against Eddie’s.

He closed his eyes.

His phone started ringing.

He planned to ignore it. He knew it was Robin and he wasn’t quite ready to face her yet.

But he knew if he didn’t answer, she’d worry. Maybe dramatically call 911 to do a wellness check.

He didn’t want to put Eddie through all that.

He grabbed his phone and answered, letting his head rest against Eddie’s chest.

“Yeah?”

“Steve. Listen. I’m sorry about earlier, okay? I didn’t mean that. I’m just worried about you. I want you to have someone who makes you happy, but I want you to be safe and-“

“Robs, I know. I’m sorry I freaked out.”

Eddie’s hands were moving up and down his back slowly, adding pressure to his shoulders where he was most tense.

“Are you gonna be home soon?”

Steve resisted saying that he was home.

He realized he’d said it twice to Eddie; This felt like home. He’d never really had somewhere that felt like home. Even with Robin, he knew they were roommates because neither of them could afford rent on their own.

But here, he felt like he could safely recharge, relax, be himself, float away and find his way back. And he could do it all with Eddie.

“Yeah. I’ll head out soon.”

Robin was silent as Eddie started playing with the hem of Steve’s shirt.

“You could just stay. If you wanted. I mean I have your location and you’ll text me in the morning so I know you’re alive.”

Steve considered that this might be a test, that Robin was seeing if he’d give in easily and not explain anything else.

But Robin isn’t the type of friend to test him like that. She was never anything but honest and straightforward, never would expect him to make a choice like that to win her love. That’s just not who she was.

“I could stay tonight.”

Steve looked up at Eddie, who was smiling and nodding down at him, hands never stopping their comforting movements on his back.

“I’m gonna stay tonight.” Steve smiled into the phone as if Robin was able to see. “But tomorrow, I’m coming home after work and we’re having a long talk. We’re gonna order pizza and we’re gonna drink enough cheap wine to have the worst hangover ever on Wednesday morning. Okay?”

Robin let out a quiet chuckle. Good. Laughter is good.

“Okay, dingus. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“You got it, Robs.”

When Steve hung up the phone, Eddie pulled him tight against his chest, letting Steve find his place with his nose against his collarbone.

He breathed in his scent, smiling to himself at how quickly he relaxed into it.

“Sounds like things went well.”

“Mhm. Things’ll be good.”

Eddie kissed the top of his head.

“Let me clean up the dishes and then we can go to bed.”

“No, wanna stay here.”

“Here, in this chair?” Eddie snorted. “I don’t think either of us actually want that, sunshine.”

“Don’t wanna move.”

“How about I carry you?”

“Yes, please.”

For some reason, Steve didn’t exactly expect him to actually lift him in his arms and carry him. But he did.

He had him in his arms like he was a new bride being carried over the threshold, and Steve was blushing from his head to his toes.

Steve looked up at his face, taking in the way Eddie had a near-constant smirk when he was doing things like this. Like he was having fun and liked doing it.

Eddie dropped him in bed, laughing at the ‘oof’ Steve let out from the impact of hitting the mattress and pillows.

He stared down at Steve with that soft look he gave him before. Like Steve was actually making his life brighter, like it was a beautiful thing to have and know Steve.

No one has ever looked at him like that.

“Stevie.”

“Hm?”

“I really want to kiss you.”

Steve gulped.

“I really want you to kiss me.”

Eddie didn’t question it or wait, and his wet lips were against his with a passion Steve had never experienced in his life.

He forgot about everything except the way Eddie’s lips fit perfectly against his, slowly opening his own up so he could lick into his mouth.

He ran his tongue along Steve’s bottom lip, smiling into the kiss when Steve let out a loud moan.

Eddie’s hand was in his hair, tugging on the ends just enough to keep Steve present as his other hand ghosted down his side and squeezed his hip.

Steve could stay just like this forever and it wouldn’t be long enough.

He’d never have enough of Eddie touching him, kissing him, caring for him.

He wanted it always.

He let out another moan when Eddie’s teeth bit down on his bottom lip, sucking it between his teeth and lips like he was trying to eat him.

Steve would let him.

But just when he thought he was going to stay like this all night, Eddie pulled away, nipping at his bottom lip one more time before he separated from him completely and stood up.

“Gonna go clean up. Be a good boy for me and stay right here. No touching yourself.”

Steve hadn’t really thought about doing so until he watched Eddie walk away and glanced down to see that he was hard. Incredibly so.

Suddenly, his only focus was on getting relief from how hard he was. How had he gotten there from a kiss?

It was like every touch from Eddie was equal to 1000 touches from anyone else. If Eddie touched his cock, he was done for. He’d embarrass himself beyond belief.

Maybe if Steve didn’t think about it, it would go away and it’d be fine.

Maybe he could just give himself a little touch. Eddie wouldn’t know. It’s not like he was watching.

But Eddie said not to.

Steve had to listen to Eddie.

He could distantly hear Eddie washing dishes in the kitchen, dishes clanking around while the water ran from the faucet.

He could feel the heat of the sweatpants and hoodie he was wearing, causing him to break out in a sweat.

Eddie didn’t say he couldn’t take his clothes off. He just said he couldn’t touch himself.

So Steve removed the hoodie and sweatpants in record time, unable to focus on anything except the cool sheets under him and the hard length nearly poking out of his boxers.

He hoped Eddie would touch him when he got back. He couldn’t sleep like this.

Too on edge, too close to falling the wrong way off the cliff.

He didn’t even register when Eddie entered the room again, his thoughts stuck on how good it would feel to have Eddie’s hands on him again.

Then Eddie’s hands were on him again. They were cupping his cheeks and forcing him to make eye contact with him.

Eddie was shirtless already, straddling his lap.

Steve didn’t care how he got there, just that he was.

He couldn’t help the whine he let out when Eddie’s cock brushed against his.

Oh, he wasn’t wearing pants either.

Steve hoped this was going where he wanted it to.

“You look so beautiful like this, sweet thing. Like I could eat you right up,” Eddie said before leaning in to leave a trail of kisses down his neck.

He paused right where Steve knew his freckles were and let out a small laugh against his skin.

“These are the cutest things I’ve ever seen.”

Steve whined. He needed Eddie to kiss them, kiss him, kiss anywhere. He needed his lips on him every second of every day.

As if he could read his mind, Eddie gently kissed his freckles. Steve could feel his smile against his skin.

“Please kiss me,” he let out, needy whimper following his words.

“Am kissing you, sweet thing.”

And he was. Technically. But Steve needed to taste him again, needed their mouths connected so he could feel his breath in his own lungs, taking and giving oxygen Steve so desperately wanted to give and receive.

“Need you, please,” Steve added, as if that would make Eddie do anything else. “Please, please.”

Begging was not what he thought would happen tonight, but his mouth no longer had a filter as he felt Eddie’s hips roll against him.

The friction was almost too much.

Steve was going to cum. Right there in his boxers after barely making out and like, two barely there touches against his cock.

“Love hearing you beg,” Eddie said as he trailed his lips and tongue and teeth down Steve’s chest. He licked at one of his nipples, blowing cold air on it after. Steve shivered, but not from the cold.

“Feels so good,” Steve managed to get out.

He could tell he was becoming more incoherent, his moans getting louder despite Eddie hardly doing anything at all to him. He’d be embarrassed if he didn’t know how hard Eddie was above him.

Suddenly, Eddie’s lips were back on his own. He sighed into it, relief at being given what he wanted letting him relax further into the bed.

The relief only lasted for a moment, though.

Eddie was pulling away and laying down next to Steve.

No.

“No,” Steve said, turning his head to pout at him. “More.”

Eddie raised his eyebrows at him.

“That doesn’t sound very polite, Stevie. I can’t give you what you want if you don’t ask nicely,” Eddie sounded bored. Was he bored?

No, he wouldn’t have gone from interest to bored that quickly. Would he?

“Here’s what’s gonna happen. You listening?”

“Mhm.”

“Good boy. You’re gonna get on my lap and you’re gonna get yourself off. No hands.” Steve was already moving, but Eddie put his hand on his chest to hold him still. “No boxers. You use your safe word if it gets too much.”

Steve didn’t know how this could be too much, but he was too far gone to do anything but agree.

“Okay.”

Eddie removed his hand and didn’t stop Steve this time when he got up and straddled Eddie’s thighs, the reverse position they’d been in before giving Steve a head rush. He helped push Steve’s boxers off, holding him steady when his legs nearly gave out when he kicked them off.

Eddie didn’t touch him at first, letting Steve find the position that worked best for him and watching as he tried to find the perfect level of contact.

He couldn’t though.

“Oh, sweet thing, you can’t get it right can you?”

Steve whined and shook his head, feeling tears of frustration building behind his eyes.

“You want me to help you?”

“Please, yes, help,” Steve got out between pants.

Eddie’s hands were on his hips, warmth spreading from the place they touched Steve’s skin throughout his body. His grip was strong, nearly leaving fingerprint bruises in his skin. Steve wished he would.

“More.”

“More what?”

“Fingers. Harder.”

Finding the right words was hard. Steve was doing all he could to keep his eyes locked on Eddie’s face, vision going a bit blurry from the cloudiness in his head.

Eddie understood though.

His fingers gripped harder, and Steve knew he’d be done for soon regardless of the friction on his cock.

“You want help getting started, sweet thing?”

“Mhm. Mmm,” Steve was incoherent. He knew it, but he couldn’t do anything but let Eddie have full control.

Eddie used his strong grip to move Steve’s hips back and forth a few times, the feeling of Steve’s bare cock against Eddie’s clothed one nearly enough to send him over the edge right away.

He was moaning uncontrollably.

“I’m not doing it all for you,” Eddie said, letting go of Steve’s hips and watching as Steve stuttered in his movements. “C’mon. You were so desperate for it before.”

Steve didn’t think about how he was naked and Eddie wasn’t, how his dripping cock was getting Eddie’s boxers messy, how Eddie was smirking at him as he struggled to keep up the pace Eddie had started.

He only thought about how he had to get relief and make Eddie proud of him for doing what he asked.

Steve’s hips moved back and forth, rolling down every time he pushed forward so he could feel Eddie’s length against his own.

It was too much and not enough and Steve didn’t know how long he could keep this up.

Eddie was watching him, talking him through it, but not touching him.

“That’s it, sweet thing. Doing so good for me,” Eddie let out a moan when he started moving faster. “That’s it, sweetheart. Making me feel so fucking good.”

Steve wasn’t even registering his own pleasure anymore, only able to hear the way Eddie’s words were getting breathier, moans louder.

“Gonna cum for me? Want you to make me messy, sunshine. C’mon,” Eddie started tilting his hips up to meet Steve every time he rolled his hips down.

It was so much.

There was nothing but Eddie. His voice wrapped around him like a warm blanket as Steve felt the pull in his stomach letting him know he was close.

“Mm, Eddie, Eddie-“ Steve was babbling and he couldn’t stop. He didn’t care. He didn’t think Eddie did either. “Gonna. Gonna be good.”

Eddie let out a loud moan and sat up enough to kiss Steve’s lips.

Steve was done for.

He came so hard he almost couldn’t even feel it, the pleasure making his vision go black and his body go numb.

He could feel Eddie rut against him a few more times before he let out a groan.

He couldn’t open his eyes to see, but he knew Eddie must’ve finished too.

“So good, sunshine. Did so good for me, can’t believe I’m so lucky,” Eddie was whispering into his ear, soft breaths making Steve shiver against him.

Steve felt Eddie moving him so he was laying down in bed.

Then cold air shocked him into opening his eyes and letting out a pained whimper.

“Shhh, sweet thing. Just grabbing a washcloth. Gotta clean you up and take care of you, yeah? You did so good for me,” Eddie said as he pecked a kiss to his forehead.

Steve wasn’t quite floating now, but he recognized that he’d been on the cusp of it before Eddie walked away. He still wasn’t aware of most of what was going on, just that he’d never felt so good in his life and he hadn’t even had hands on him.

Whatever Eddie had done to take Steve apart was incredible.

When Eddie came back with the washcloth and gently wiped his stomach and chest, Steve tried to speak.

“Love that,” was all he was capable of, but it was a start. Eddie would get the gist of it.

“I’m glad. Loved doing that with you,” Eddie said softly as he got into bed next to Steve. He immediately pulled Steve on top of him, and Steve nearly gasped at Eddie being naked under him. “Feeling okay?”

Steve nodded against his chest.

He’d never felt better.

As he drifted to sleep to Eddie’s soft whispers, Steve thought about how he could possibly love someone so much so quickly.

Chapter 7

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